<?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-6277699060959395675</id><updated>2012-01-09T08:22:15.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emery's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4037654058937283658</id><published>2012-01-09T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:22:15.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidens Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgZXKTAgXWc/TwsTqyTgjeI/AAAAAAAABOQ/wGuWzvpUb48/s1600/DSCN2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgZXKTAgXWc/TwsTqyTgjeI/AAAAAAAABOQ/wGuWzvpUb48/s320/DSCN2092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667779519155682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im finally getting around to uploading Aidens Birthday pics.  He turned 1 on November 16.  This is his cute dump truck cake my dad made him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_ogNq62Kww/TwsTgBKgvcI/AAAAAAAABOE/bMRWh6hA688/s1600/DSCN2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_ogNq62Kww/TwsTgBKgvcI/AAAAAAAABOE/bMRWh6hA688/s320/DSCN2095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667594529390018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiden eating his favorite dinner for his birthday. (mac and cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-VSlc5wbzg/TwsTfihvv9I/AAAAAAAABN4/VaD5ctE7QTQ/s1600/DSCN2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-VSlc5wbzg/TwsTfihvv9I/AAAAAAAABN4/VaD5ctE7QTQ/s320/DSCN2099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667586305343442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6LPR8XFHdI/TwsTfGg6PBI/AAAAAAAABNs/X9n-r_CsZBU/s1600/DSCN2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6LPR8XFHdI/TwsTfGg6PBI/AAAAAAAABNs/X9n-r_CsZBU/s320/DSCN2100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667578785643538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKQOL2s3Urk/TwsTeCRzslI/AAAAAAAABNk/8FIae6y7Q7Q/s1600/DSCN2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKQOL2s3Urk/TwsTeCRzslI/AAAAAAAABNk/8FIae6y7Q7Q/s320/DSCN2102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667560468689490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kRSR26PvKs/TwsTdwI70aI/AAAAAAAABNU/GMvBFHjjgJQ/s1600/DSCN2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kRSR26PvKs/TwsTdwI70aI/AAAAAAAABNU/GMvBFHjjgJQ/s320/DSCN2107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667555599634850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eem_qUAMkOU/TwsS2LjhLoI/AAAAAAAABNI/F72plcAZUEM/s1600/DSCN2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eem_qUAMkOU/TwsS2LjhLoI/AAAAAAAABNI/F72plcAZUEM/s320/DSCN2113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695666875764125314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNS9tjwX5sQ/TwsS1uxxy1I/AAAAAAAABM8/74mDaoDOKU4/s1600/DSCN2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNS9tjwX5sQ/TwsS1uxxy1I/AAAAAAAABM8/74mDaoDOKU4/s320/DSCN2115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695666868039306066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved his presents, especially because he was the center of attention and not Paxton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13PWBdzCuks/TwsS1MsJUaI/AAAAAAAABMw/tBJ6-XWDm6w/s1600/DSCN2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13PWBdzCuks/TwsS1MsJUaI/AAAAAAAABMw/tBJ6-XWDm6w/s320/DSCN2122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695666858888876450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77NfkNvjC7U/TwsS0e1bQkI/AAAAAAAABMk/RaABvhLvsnM/s1600/DSCN2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77NfkNvjC7U/TwsS0e1bQkI/AAAAAAAABMk/RaABvhLvsnM/s320/DSCN2128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695666846579769922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He never really got that messy.  He ate a ton of cake though, this little kid loves chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDQojEsy-2c/TwsS0Per6GI/AAAAAAAABMY/fbYAiqC68bQ/s1600/DSCN2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDQojEsy-2c/TwsS0Per6GI/AAAAAAAABMY/fbYAiqC68bQ/s320/DSCN2140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695666842457860194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-4037654058937283658?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4037654058937283658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4037654058937283658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4037654058937283658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4037654058937283658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2012/01/aidens-birthday.html' title='Aidens Birthday'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/-FgZXKTAgXWc/TwsTqyTgjeI/AAAAAAAABOQ/wGuWzvpUb48/s72-c/DSCN2092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4568469898240046669</id><published>2011-09-07T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:04:36.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-me4UwE1p7FU/Tmei_HiNxdI/AAAAAAAABMQ/uj8eyaf4AHk/s1600/DSCN1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649663462797592018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-me4UwE1p7FU/Tmei_HiNxdI/AAAAAAAABMQ/uj8eyaf4AHk/s320/DSCN1629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cant believe my little boy started preschool! It just seems like yesterday he was a baby. He was so excited to start preschool especially with his friend Steele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ko0VpSlJg58/Tmei-hUuSnI/AAAAAAAABMI/kZyTko4mC6A/s1600/DSCN1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649663452540455538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ko0VpSlJg58/Tmei-hUuSnI/AAAAAAAABMI/kZyTko4mC6A/s320/DSCN1631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdfLzHkE0rc/Tmei-bN4ShI/AAAAAAAABMA/1trGk_hO2Xk/s1600/DSCN1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649663450901137938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdfLzHkE0rc/Tmei-bN4ShI/AAAAAAAABMA/1trGk_hO2Xk/s320/DSCN1633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dropped him off and he turned to look at me to see if I was coming with. Look at the look on his face! Ha he was probably thinking Im free I get to really stay here without mom. I was a little sad as I drove away thinking my life is never going to be the same. Not because he is going to preschool but the fact this starts his growing up. No going back! Time flys too fast I want him to stay my little boy forever! Everyday he needs me less and less and I am a big baby some nights I cry after I put him to bed thinking about it. Well he is going to love preschool and I am going to love a little structure in our life.&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/6277699060959395675-4568469898240046669?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4568469898240046669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4568469898240046669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4568469898240046669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4568469898240046669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2011/09/preschool.html' title='Preschool!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/-me4UwE1p7FU/Tmei_HiNxdI/AAAAAAAABMQ/uj8eyaf4AHk/s72-c/DSCN1629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3582715850932976772</id><published>2011-08-17T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:40:59.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FGWFiPmY1eI/TkxQWNf6XgI/AAAAAAAABL4/mx1Wr-rofhE/s1600/Emery%2BFamily%2B%252812%2Bof%2B33%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641972775699242498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FGWFiPmY1eI/TkxQWNf6XgI/AAAAAAAABL4/mx1Wr-rofhE/s320/Emery%2BFamily%2B%252812%2Bof%2B33%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Aiden is 9 months! Where has the time gone! He is the happiest baby. The first 6 months were soo hard for me because he was the worst baby in every way. But he is an awesome sleeper and my little love bug. He smiles at anyone and everyone. He loves Paxton and is constantly watching what he is doing. He started to crawl a couple weeks ago so he is now into everything. He is pretty proud of himself that he can get places all by himself. I took him in for his 9 month check up today and here are his stats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weight:16.9 lbs (5%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;height: 28 3/4 "(75%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said he is still really little in the weight department and I reassured her he eats all the time. She said he probably just has a fast metabolism. I guess he didnt get that from me. I look forward to all the fun and eventful times ahead with my 2 very active boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3582715850932976772?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3582715850932976772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3582715850932976772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3582715850932976772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3582715850932976772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-little-aiden-is-9-months-where-has.html' title=''/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/-FGWFiPmY1eI/TkxQWNf6XgI/AAAAAAAABL4/mx1Wr-rofhE/s72-c/Emery%2BFamily%2B%252812%2Bof%2B33%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1351073470105613209</id><published>2011-08-07T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:10:44.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3MPMQHX9L4/Tj7EDm0heKI/AAAAAAAABLw/N1y3UyxhBCM/s1600/DSCN0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638159349753936034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3MPMQHX9L4/Tj7EDm0heKI/AAAAAAAABLw/N1y3UyxhBCM/s320/DSCN0851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been soo busy this summer I thought I better upload some pics. This is half of our summer. At the beginning we went to the zoo with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKT8obO373o/Tj7EDWYfANI/AAAAAAAABLo/4dycRVMRKAM/s1600/DSCN0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638159345341366482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKT8obO373o/Tj7EDWYfANI/AAAAAAAABLo/4dycRVMRKAM/s320/DSCN0852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paxton and Steele having soo much fun together. I am excited because they are going to preschool together this fall. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuPe6QAfgGA/Tj7EDGc3UvI/AAAAAAAABLg/KviP00uEc8Y/s1600/DSCN0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638159341064770290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuPe6QAfgGA/Tj7EDGc3UvI/AAAAAAAABLg/KviP00uEc8Y/s320/DSCN0855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VU47MQqotNk/Tj7EC026qOI/AAAAAAAABLY/KArYz3uPDf4/s1600/DSCN0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638159336342202594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VU47MQqotNk/Tj7EC026qOI/AAAAAAAABLY/KArYz3uPDf4/s320/DSCN0862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWJT8bLbAqk/Tj7EC-uJkEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/JVAy27dtQH0/s1600/DSCN0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638159338989785154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWJT8bLbAqk/Tj7EC-uJkEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/JVAy27dtQH0/s320/DSCN0865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slgEWL00Y_Y/Tj7DbUgdChI/AAAAAAAABLI/o-oJLoafaeA/s1600/DSCN0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158657643153938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slgEWL00Y_Y/Tj7DbUgdChI/AAAAAAAABLI/o-oJLoafaeA/s320/DSCN0867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAKE POWELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fE9bn2Mc76Y/Tj7DbfLoVAI/AAAAAAAABLA/_RkV9WpgfNw/s1600/DSCN0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158660508603394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fE9bn2Mc76Y/Tj7DbfLoVAI/AAAAAAAABLA/_RkV9WpgfNw/s320/DSCN0954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple weeks later we went to Lake Powell with Brandons whole fam. We had soo much fun! Thanks to my mom for keeping Aiden we were able to enjoy ourselves with out worrying about Aiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lu_GzTdylYI/Tj7DbKdODyI/AAAAAAAABK4/izP0B7ZAtyU/s1600/DSCN0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158654945234722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lu_GzTdylYI/Tj7DbKdODyI/AAAAAAAABK4/izP0B7ZAtyU/s320/DSCN0961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACIrtHJWhaQ/Tj7Da136FdI/AAAAAAAABKw/cTwmsGUophM/s1600/DSCN0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158649420027346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACIrtHJWhaQ/Tj7Da136FdI/AAAAAAAABKw/cTwmsGUophM/s320/DSCN0962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paxton and Fisher were little buddies the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytPQa4UzLd8/Tj7DakcyyGI/AAAAAAAABKo/ZPRGY5z1CBw/s1600/DSCN0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158644742899810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytPQa4UzLd8/Tj7DakcyyGI/AAAAAAAABKo/ZPRGY5z1CBw/s320/DSCN0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our awesome houseboat that we were soo lucky to stay on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxOCbk9Ql8E/Tj7Cf_dQfLI/AAAAAAAABKg/9hLiBeWZbXY/s1600/DSCN0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638157638380321970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxOCbk9Ql8E/Tj7Cf_dQfLI/AAAAAAAABKg/9hLiBeWZbXY/s320/DSCN0986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yeGdl6WQ0Q/Tj7CfsvjTWI/AAAAAAAABKY/s1vSgF_2ccc/s1600/DSCN1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638157633356778850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yeGdl6WQ0Q/Tj7CfsvjTWI/AAAAAAAABKY/s1vSgF_2ccc/s320/DSCN1300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BEAR LAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSX5_wTvw2Q/Tj7CfZh_Y6I/AAAAAAAABKQ/lCpeLjIcMFk/s1600/DSCN1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638157628199625634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSX5_wTvw2Q/Tj7CfZh_Y6I/AAAAAAAABKQ/lCpeLjIcMFk/s320/DSCN1347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 weeks later Paxton and I had the chance to go to Bear Lake with Brandon's other side of the family. They rented a house on the lake. It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68P_aogAalI/Tj7CfVQPwcI/AAAAAAAABKI/UGXPYVtZzd0/s1600/DSCN1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638157627051459010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68P_aogAalI/Tj7CfVQPwcI/AAAAAAAABKI/UGXPYVtZzd0/s320/DSCN1349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru3ZCBOxdZM/Tj7CfD2jODI/AAAAAAAABKA/-guhNtpwaMA/s1600/DSCN1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638157622380279858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru3ZCBOxdZM/Tj7CfD2jODI/AAAAAAAABKA/-guhNtpwaMA/s320/DSCN1362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1uap_cZECQ/Tj7B0EVin0I/AAAAAAAABJ4/_3RP5UONfsk/s1600/DSCN1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156883775889218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1uap_cZECQ/Tj7B0EVin0I/AAAAAAAABJ4/_3RP5UONfsk/s320/DSCN1363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The back of the house we stayed at.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVowWDMqfrE/Tj7Bz_o-oLI/AAAAAAAABJw/yzQ4ohuFUYk/s1600/DSCN1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156882515239090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVowWDMqfrE/Tj7Bz_o-oLI/AAAAAAAABJw/yzQ4ohuFUYk/s320/DSCN1364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVgNHBQYt3g/Tj7BzlKbH1I/AAAAAAAABJo/yXDUfCVj-b4/s1600/DSCN1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156875407761234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVgNHBQYt3g/Tj7BzlKbH1I/AAAAAAAABJo/yXDUfCVj-b4/s320/DSCN1366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pax throwing a frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZSY1FwGxbo/Tj7BzT1YeyI/AAAAAAAABJg/ROGOx_9pd_4/s1600/DSCN1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156870756104994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZSY1FwGxbo/Tj7BzT1YeyI/AAAAAAAABJg/ROGOx_9pd_4/s320/DSCN1382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAPER DAYS PARADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mI8eqz3zZ4/Tj7BzGtEfmI/AAAAAAAABJY/PHEMYyvtU9E/s1600/DSCN1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156867231579746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mI8eqz3zZ4/Tj7BzGtEfmI/AAAAAAAABJY/PHEMYyvtU9E/s320/DSCN1413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton and Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rJZMqznXhQ/Tj7BHu1kWxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/_ZnZNVZlnFU/s1600/DSCN1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156122090396434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rJZMqznXhQ/Tj7BHu1kWxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/_ZnZNVZlnFU/s320/DSCN1418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxLD1lqMJwY/Tj7BHd-Qv1I/AAAAAAAABJI/_FLRQGki4DE/s1600/DSCN1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156117563457362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxLD1lqMJwY/Tj7BHd-Qv1I/AAAAAAAABJI/_FLRQGki4DE/s320/DSCN1423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this one of my little Aiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156117140586018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5c-uryROZI/Tj7BHcZcPiI/AAAAAAAABJA/7m8mRHY0Y5o/s320/DSCN1427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8HSaUC6g4Y/Tj7BHAp7HsI/AAAAAAAABI4/Xymu1LI1Qsw/s1600/DSCN1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156109693525698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8HSaUC6g4Y/Tj7BHAp7HsI/AAAAAAAABI4/Xymu1LI1Qsw/s320/DSCN1429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TDh7i0SG_Y/Tj7BG6rJS9I/AAAAAAAABIw/FpxP9ah6WVQ/s1600/DSCN1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638156108088036306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TDh7i0SG_Y/Tj7BG6rJS9I/AAAAAAAABIw/FpxP9ah6WVQ/s320/DSCN1435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have had soo much fun this summer. We still have lots planned so more pics to come at the end of the summer along with the rest of our adventures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-1351073470105613209?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1351073470105613209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1351073470105613209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1351073470105613209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1351073470105613209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-summer.html' title='Our Summer!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/-O3MPMQHX9L4/Tj7EDm0heKI/AAAAAAAABLw/N1y3UyxhBCM/s72-c/DSCN0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-6210631369201024502</id><published>2011-05-27T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:20:59.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm0IlXN4CPA/TeAfzFTwbzI/AAAAAAAABH8/bRvBaTCepjI/s1600/DSCN0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611520098162470706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm0IlXN4CPA/TeAfzFTwbzI/AAAAAAAABH8/bRvBaTCepjI/s320/DSCN0787.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/-KXKnHXGkKSA/TeAfyxshDzI/AAAAAAAABH0/dbdA9IUvXqE/s1600/DSCN0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611520092897611570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXKnHXGkKSA/TeAfyxshDzI/AAAAAAAABH0/dbdA9IUvXqE/s320/DSCN0843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our little Aiden turned 6 months old on the 16th. And boy is he soo different than Paxton! Aiden weighs 14 pounds and 9 ounces. That puts him in the 8%! The doctor came with a worried look on her face. She asked me if Aiden was eating. I responded that all he does is eat. Including in the middle of the night(which I might add is a real pain). Now Paxton has always been 75%+ since he was born. She was only concerned because he wasnt small when he was born or when he was 3 months. She said if he was staying consitently small that wouldnt be a problem. But Aiden weighed 13 pounds 8 ounces at his 3 month checkup. She said it could just be genetic and that he has a fast metabolism. But she said if he continues on this route we may have to think about adding weight gainers to his diet. But as for height he is 26 3/4 inches so that puts him 75%. Aiden is one of the smiliest babies I know he will give out the biggest cheese bait smile to anyone. But as far as him wanting you to hold him is another story. To say Aiden is high maintenance would be an understatement! I have never seen such a demanding baby. He never lets me get anything done and he is the worst sleeper. The doctor told me he should be more than capable of sleeping 8 hours straight. Ya right try 4 if I am lucky. I have been spending this whole week on trying to get him to sleep better. The crying it out method does not work on him. He will cry for 2 hours if I let him. He then wakes up Paxton and then I am up with 2 cranky boys. I am trying to be really persistent so hopefully I can have him sleeping through the night in the next couple of weeks. I love Aiden more than I could of ever pictured loving another child. The love of being a mom seems to grow with each kid you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-6210631369201024502?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6210631369201024502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6210631369201024502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6210631369201024502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6210631369201024502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2011/05/6-months.html' title='6 months!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/-Rm0IlXN4CPA/TeAfzFTwbzI/AAAAAAAABH8/bRvBaTCepjI/s72-c/DSCN0787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-6331173113348677043</id><published>2011-05-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T08:22:03.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paxton is 3!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WbZfyD4op-U/TdLKvBSiaQI/AAAAAAAABHs/xM3hMEveqZM/s1600/DSCN0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607767395178539266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WbZfyD4op-U/TdLKvBSiaQI/AAAAAAAABHs/xM3hMEveqZM/s320/DSCN0710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im a little late but Paxton turned 3 last month. I cant believe I have a 3 year old! He is soo much fun and is a really good big brother. We had his birthday party at his favorite place McDonalds! It was really convenient they did all the work all we had to do was show up.&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/-RDcb5KZBlp0/TdLKuqlzFdI/AAAAAAAABHk/VxzPxKpnb38/s1600/DSCN0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607767389085308370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDcb5KZBlp0/TdLKuqlzFdI/AAAAAAAABHk/VxzPxKpnb38/s320/DSCN0713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RIZGYFeEEA/TdLKuIrdAgI/AAAAAAAABHc/ivSw5E94NjU/s1600/DSCN0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607767379982221826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RIZGYFeEEA/TdLKuIrdAgI/AAAAAAAABHc/ivSw5E94NjU/s320/DSCN0714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of his friends enjoying their happy meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3PwTAW1ujLA/TdLKtlADV-I/AAAAAAAABHU/1FIeRCSRNTE/s1600/DSCN0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607767370404943842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3PwTAW1ujLA/TdLKtlADV-I/AAAAAAAABHU/1FIeRCSRNTE/s320/DSCN0715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJQbomipdo4/TdLKtZv6-tI/AAAAAAAABHM/7X-gdGbZw1s/s1600/DSCN0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607767367384496850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJQbomipdo4/TdLKtZv6-tI/AAAAAAAABHM/7X-gdGbZw1s/s320/DSCN0716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5qZ9i0pC0g/TdLJitUp-JI/AAAAAAAABHE/CS4zjoqJuKY/s1600/DSCN0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607766084148656274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5qZ9i0pC0g/TdLJitUp-JI/AAAAAAAABHE/CS4zjoqJuKY/s320/DSCN0718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvmVu6C8L80/TdLJhyjA9LI/AAAAAAAABG8/-UZQQlrdRQk/s1600/DSCN0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607766068371190962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvmVu6C8L80/TdLJhyjA9LI/AAAAAAAABG8/-UZQQlrdRQk/s320/DSCN0720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The handsome birthday boy enjoying his happy meal.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5SLL3E0CbfM/TdLJhW691mI/AAAAAAAABG0/zbTX6-T7IaA/s1600/DSCN0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607766060955457122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5SLL3E0CbfM/TdLJhW691mI/AAAAAAAABG0/zbTX6-T7IaA/s320/DSCN0724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids all waiting for them to light the candles on the cake. A few of the kids even tried to eat the cake before. One of them actually did not mentioning any names(Luke.) Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUDTu1QfIys/TdLJg9CyA7I/AAAAAAAABGk/T8cGrnzA4u4/s1600/DSCN0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607766054008914866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUDTu1QfIys/TdLJg9CyA7I/AAAAAAAABGk/T8cGrnzA4u4/s320/DSCN0726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton blowing out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QRgM2xegjo/TdLIEYSt-hI/AAAAAAAABGc/m3ZqvKUH6_I/s1600/DSCN0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607764463595682322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QRgM2xegjo/TdLIEYSt-hI/AAAAAAAABGc/m3ZqvKUH6_I/s320/DSCN0727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were all silent as they were eating their cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwvj-6ymeqc/TdLIEEeZ4CI/AAAAAAAABGU/zdS9lm0dCgM/s1600/DSCN0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607764458275987490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwvj-6ymeqc/TdLIEEeZ4CI/AAAAAAAABGU/zdS9lm0dCgM/s320/DSCN0729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2oxAWqTSNI/TdLIDTcpnjI/AAAAAAAABGM/8jL40oBP5ew/s1600/DSCN0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607764445115293234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2oxAWqTSNI/TdLIDTcpnjI/AAAAAAAABGM/8jL40oBP5ew/s320/DSCN0733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9715ONgMDg/TdLIDLgAvJI/AAAAAAAABGE/PdrF2PN72Ps/s1600/DSCN0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607764442981907602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9715ONgMDg/TdLIDLgAvJI/AAAAAAAABGE/PdrF2PN72Ps/s320/DSCN0736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening presents and all of the kids were helping.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3vlkZ_xdIc/TdLICihR2BI/AAAAAAAABF8/UNjfTjXP0cM/s1600/DSCN0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607764431981369362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3vlkZ_xdIc/TdLICihR2BI/AAAAAAAABF8/UNjfTjXP0cM/s320/DSCN0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton really wanted a Curious George cake. So my wonderful dad made him a Curious George cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1MVplWnRTQ/TdLGqM-sHuI/AAAAAAAABF0/oAPiDDYCkE4/s1600/DSCN0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607762914370658018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1MVplWnRTQ/TdLGqM-sHuI/AAAAAAAABF0/oAPiDDYCkE4/s320/DSCN0752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qydp4Kcd5iY/TdLGpyj9F6I/AAAAAAAABFs/rOmAyMAfOqA/s1600/DSCN0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607762907279202210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qydp4Kcd5iY/TdLGpyj9F6I/AAAAAAAABFs/rOmAyMAfOqA/s320/DSCN0758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year he was really excited to open all of his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUQCa0MPg9k/TdLGptE4dZI/AAAAAAAABFk/o4k28ifblq4/s1600/DSCN0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607762905806697874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUQCa0MPg9k/TdLGptE4dZI/AAAAAAAABFk/o4k28ifblq4/s320/DSCN0763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NRK_FFTzqHY/TdLGpN0D-RI/AAAAAAAABFc/rs0jrLFvU7M/s1600/DSCN0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607762897414650130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NRK_FFTzqHY/TdLGpN0D-RI/AAAAAAAABFc/rs0jrLFvU7M/s320/DSCN0765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He even enjoyed opening his cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJAic-iBGnE/TdLGo7ICpuI/AAAAAAAABFU/frr8jxHpSdU/s1600/DSCN0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607762892398175970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJAic-iBGnE/TdLGo7ICpuI/AAAAAAAABFU/frr8jxHpSdU/s320/DSCN0766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I guess he isnt going to smile. I love this 3 year old soo much. We have been telling him for about a month before his 3rd birthday that when your 3 big boys dont wear diapers. So after we made a big deal out of his 3rd birthday he was potty trained 4 days later! I am soo proud of him and love him to pieces.&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;/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/6277699060959395675-6331173113348677043?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6331173113348677043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6331173113348677043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6331173113348677043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6331173113348677043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2011/05/paxton-is-3.html' title='Paxton is 3!!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/-WbZfyD4op-U/TdLKvBSiaQI/AAAAAAAABHs/xM3hMEveqZM/s72-c/DSCN0710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1257198433253922373</id><published>2011-04-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:42:41.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LdJPU9gPf3o/TbcXEz2ef5I/AAAAAAAABFM/vjC49_kdx1E/s1600/DSCN0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599970033064116114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LdJPU9gPf3o/TbcXEz2ef5I/AAAAAAAABFM/vjC49_kdx1E/s320/DSCN0408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple weeks ago we went camping. It snowed everyday we were there. But it didnt stop the boys from playing hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lttl3s-FNU4/TbcXEiBfb6I/AAAAAAAABFE/6MU3pansrSA/s1600/DSCN0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599970028278476706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lttl3s-FNU4/TbcXEiBfb6I/AAAAAAAABFE/6MU3pansrSA/s320/DSCN0412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is getting soo big and loves to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBLcQUPPipI/TbcWud9ETdI/AAAAAAAABE8/p67NueIhaRE/s1600/DSCN0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599969649229057490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBLcQUPPipI/TbcWud9ETdI/AAAAAAAABE8/p67NueIhaRE/s320/DSCN0413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UcTkoWZZAI/TbcWtxyWLuI/AAAAAAAABE0/d0GkvezvtCM/s1600/DSCN0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599969637372931810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UcTkoWZZAI/TbcWtxyWLuI/AAAAAAAABE0/d0GkvezvtCM/s320/DSCN0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love it you cant even see his face he is soo bundled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nICkMCkP7RM/TbcWtj1nWmI/AAAAAAAABEs/ykVJrMg6t7E/s1600/DSCN0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599969633628543586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nICkMCkP7RM/TbcWtj1nWmI/AAAAAAAABEs/ykVJrMg6t7E/s320/DSCN0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He wanted to be outside too even though it was freazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eheQXICWwGw/TbcWtRGlDYI/AAAAAAAABEk/PAAjHw_qysQ/s1600/DSCN0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599969628599422338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eheQXICWwGw/TbcWtRGlDYI/AAAAAAAABEk/PAAjHw_qysQ/s320/DSCN0420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QeC6YyqJtk/TbcWtO2E_LI/AAAAAAAABEc/A8OM_8cuyuA/s1600/DSCN0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599969627993341106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QeC6YyqJtk/TbcWtO2E_LI/AAAAAAAABEc/A8OM_8cuyuA/s320/DSCN0422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least the snow melted and the sun came out in the afternoon. So we could go and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7AeBb7AYVk/TbcVS28dpMI/AAAAAAAABEU/Bg3oYkOR7cA/s1600/DSCN0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599968075389445314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7AeBb7AYVk/TbcVS28dpMI/AAAAAAAABEU/Bg3oYkOR7cA/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton and his Bailey. He loves her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olAl7hWE0N8/TbcVSHTNT7I/AAAAAAAABEM/J2CqYT6drcg/s1600/DSCN0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599968062599942066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olAl7hWE0N8/TbcVSHTNT7I/AAAAAAAABEM/J2CqYT6drcg/s320/DSCN0426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjYE4i17UJo/TbcVRuGmD-I/AAAAAAAABEE/-8uyWKpUs88/s1600/DSCN0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599968055836151778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjYE4i17UJo/TbcVRuGmD-I/AAAAAAAABEE/-8uyWKpUs88/s320/DSCN0427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paxton didnt care what the weather was he was going to ride a four wheeler all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msIY45M4KLM/TbcVRDOl3MI/AAAAAAAABD0/sBsMFledyfM/s1600/DSCN0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599968044326968514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msIY45M4KLM/TbcVRDOl3MI/AAAAAAAABD0/sBsMFledyfM/s320/DSCN0430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying some marshmallows.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HkdLr42cqs/TbcTlNk1HnI/AAAAAAAABDs/cUAntR_0tL0/s1600/DSCN0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599966191678725746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HkdLr42cqs/TbcTlNk1HnI/AAAAAAAABDs/cUAntR_0tL0/s320/DSCN0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love him he is soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEQVNxZU7vY/TbcTk52093I/AAAAAAAABDk/9U2evxLPJgc/s1600/DSCN0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599966186385504114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEQVNxZU7vY/TbcTk52093I/AAAAAAAABDk/9U2evxLPJgc/s320/DSCN0511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koGTDrAW_84/TbcTkk-1t8I/AAAAAAAABDc/i-J4bgr1bYQ/s1600/DSCN0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599966180781963202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koGTDrAW_84/TbcTkk-1t8I/AAAAAAAABDc/i-J4bgr1bYQ/s320/DSCN0516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon just being Brandon like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKAYDK23TQs/TbcTkbfgFeI/AAAAAAAABDU/yxmrL9AwzWY/s1600/DSCN0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599966178234602978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKAYDK23TQs/TbcTkbfgFeI/AAAAAAAABDU/yxmrL9AwzWY/s320/DSCN0520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey and I freezing our butts off watching the boys jump the four wheelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5mXD9Geq46A/TbcTj5MSeeI/AAAAAAAABDM/sSFMR59JRXk/s1600/DSCN0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599966169027213794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5mXD9Geq46A/TbcTj5MSeeI/AAAAAAAABDM/sSFMR59JRXk/s320/DSCN0522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJBN1JvF20Q/TbcSXlEekjI/AAAAAAAABDE/qipSDBAeGpM/s1600/DSCN0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599964857955684914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJBN1JvF20Q/TbcSXlEekjI/AAAAAAAABDE/qipSDBAeGpM/s320/DSCN0576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtp8wvIzyvw/TbcSXaqseII/AAAAAAAABC8/Obz-wa_Tpr4/s1600/DSCN0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599964855163189378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtp8wvIzyvw/TbcSXaqseII/AAAAAAAABC8/Obz-wa_Tpr4/s320/DSCN0574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFCU516Bvxg/TbcSWtx543I/AAAAAAAABC0/ubpGK6XN5gg/s1600/DSCN0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599964843113833330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFCU516Bvxg/TbcSWtx543I/AAAAAAAABC0/ubpGK6XN5gg/s320/DSCN0572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96Voyt0voig/TbcSWREsT8I/AAAAAAAABCs/K9AZL980xBY/s1600/DSCN0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599964835408007106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96Voyt0voig/TbcSWREsT8I/AAAAAAAABCs/K9AZL980xBY/s320/DSCN0563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXkRH2E5mPQ/TbcSV4DI61I/AAAAAAAABCk/HDpBPDhbmwU/s1600/DSCN0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-1257198433253922373?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1257198433253922373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1257198433253922373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1257198433253922373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1257198433253922373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2011/04/camping.html' title='Camping!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/-LdJPU9gPf3o/TbcXEz2ef5I/AAAAAAAABFM/vjC49_kdx1E/s72-c/DSCN0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-6086280899333499013</id><published>2011-03-29T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:08:19.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Behind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVeBF0HfDL0/TZICv4JTf-I/AAAAAAAABCc/Q57WcuvJQT4/s1600/DSCN0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589533109068726242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVeBF0HfDL0/TZICv4JTf-I/AAAAAAAABCc/Q57WcuvJQT4/s320/DSCN0318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no idea why its so hard for me to find time to sit down and blog. But here is a couple of pics from Aidens baby blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsHQ_VQrFeI/TZICvQqsj2I/AAAAAAAABCU/3vbUcDUF-Z4/s1600/DSCN0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589533098471362402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsHQ_VQrFeI/TZICvQqsj2I/AAAAAAAABCU/3vbUcDUF-Z4/s320/DSCN0321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwpBvu_-Rls/TZICvDccrYI/AAAAAAAABCM/45uPPblIGNI/s1600/DSCN0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589533094921940354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwpBvu_-Rls/TZICvDccrYI/AAAAAAAABCM/45uPPblIGNI/s320/DSCN0325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our attempt on a family picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeohevtMMGc/TZICPacuRaI/AAAAAAAABCE/yP5lgfaSn7E/s1600/DSCN0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589532551341295010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeohevtMMGc/TZICPacuRaI/AAAAAAAABCE/yP5lgfaSn7E/s320/DSCN0336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWVkLdd8xhw/TZICPPhCLuI/AAAAAAAABB8/xwmbktDoW7g/s1600/DSCN0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589532548406587106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWVkLdd8xhw/TZICPPhCLuI/AAAAAAAABB8/xwmbktDoW7g/s320/DSCN0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh I cant even express on how much joy these 2 boys bring into my life. I love being a mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lj5VmhcXcEM/TZICOrzfWII/AAAAAAAABB0/lfrnPvmrEx0/s1600/DSCN0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589532538820319362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lj5VmhcXcEM/TZICOrzfWII/AAAAAAAABB0/lfrnPvmrEx0/s320/DSCN0345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UEA5CZvRco/TZICOCz4u3I/AAAAAAAABBs/LGPDTBv13Cw/s1600/DSCN0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589532527816129394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UEA5CZvRco/TZICOCz4u3I/AAAAAAAABBs/LGPDTBv13Cw/s320/DSCN0347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bddN3MMDQjM/TZIBjc_q0JI/AAAAAAAABBk/wRGmFKLNfFM/s1600/DSCN0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589531796110495890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bddN3MMDQjM/TZIBjc_q0JI/AAAAAAAABBk/wRGmFKLNfFM/s320/DSCN0353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aiden by far is such a smiley baby. He has Paxton beat hands down. He is always grinning ear to ear and he lights up when I walk in the room which I just love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FgxRhBR-abg/TZIBjAkbYLI/AAAAAAAABBc/qARrhTsgB-M/s1600/DSCN0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589531788480045234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FgxRhBR-abg/TZIBjAkbYLI/AAAAAAAABBc/qARrhTsgB-M/s320/DSCN0355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is constantly causing mishcief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALQ70fivTzM/TZIBijB3HfI/AAAAAAAABBU/iF6PWJMX0O8/s1600/DSCN0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589531780550434290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALQ70fivTzM/TZIBijB3HfI/AAAAAAAABBU/iF6PWJMX0O8/s320/DSCN0356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to wear my shoes and pretend like he is working out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omKdkWkcU1Q/TZIBiYPHMMI/AAAAAAAABBM/zQLSt7W68uc/s1600/DSCN0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589531777653223618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omKdkWkcU1Q/TZIBiYPHMMI/AAAAAAAABBM/zQLSt7W68uc/s320/DSCN0370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5yaT9y4IdqA/TZIAwoIWJDI/AAAAAAAABBE/VOZL-OVsZbw/s1600/DSCN0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589530922926351410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5yaT9y4IdqA/TZIAwoIWJDI/AAAAAAAABBE/VOZL-OVsZbw/s320/DSCN0373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every morning he climbs into Aidens crib to say good morning. He reads him books and just loves to be with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kp6nr1YYfU0/TZIAv2R7aII/AAAAAAAABA8/kQDtZOD3SKw/s1600/DSCN0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589530909544769666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kp6nr1YYfU0/TZIAv2R7aII/AAAAAAAABA8/kQDtZOD3SKw/s320/DSCN0383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYXtg8sYQQY/TZIAvbZC4qI/AAAAAAAABA0/9gHaJG2HG8I/s1600/DSCN0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589530902326862498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYXtg8sYQQY/TZIAvbZC4qI/AAAAAAAABA0/9gHaJG2HG8I/s320/DSCN0385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton has an obsession with doing dishes. He even fills up a bowl with soapy water and scrubs all the dishes by hand and then tells me when they are all clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fAL5BVYJisU/TZIAu77ahfI/AAAAAAAABAs/YLEv2-WGzeA/s1600/DSCN0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589530893881083378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fAL5BVYJisU/TZIAu77ahfI/AAAAAAAABAs/YLEv2-WGzeA/s320/DSCN0396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All 3 of my wonderful boy! Dont know what I would do without them. &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;/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/6277699060959395675-6086280899333499013?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6086280899333499013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6086280899333499013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6086280899333499013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6086280899333499013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2011/03/way-behind.html' title='Way Behind!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/-lVeBF0HfDL0/TZICv4JTf-I/AAAAAAAABCc/Q57WcuvJQT4/s72-c/DSCN0318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-636095658988884041</id><published>2011-03-16T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:29:37.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PO3I1nIGGCk/TYFU2utyz_I/AAAAAAAABAk/L9-42KCN3Fk/s1600/DSCN0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584838312145899506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PO3I1nIGGCk/TYFU2utyz_I/AAAAAAAABAk/L9-42KCN3Fk/s320/DSCN0388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh my baby is 4  months old today!  Where did the time go?  He is getting soo big and soo much fun.  He by far is soo much more smiley than Pax ever was.  He grins ear to ear at everyone.  I love him soo much.  I didnt know I could love another child this much.  He loves Paxton and is always watching what he is doing.  I started giving him rice cereal and he loves it!  He is constantly gooing and talking.  He even started to laugh and it is soo cute.  As far as sleeping I wish he was better but we are working on it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 month stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weight-13 pounds and 13 ounces (49%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;length-24 and 3/4 inches (55%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-636095658988884041?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/636095658988884041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=636095658988884041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/636095658988884041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/636095658988884041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-months.html' title='4 months!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/-PO3I1nIGGCk/TYFU2utyz_I/AAAAAAAABAk/L9-42KCN3Fk/s72-c/DSCN0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-7055382960999534671</id><published>2011-01-10T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:01:22.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTri_cvOI/AAAAAAAAA_8/kBZJVJdo3cM/s1600/DSCN0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560700541255597282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTri_cvOI/AAAAAAAAA_8/kBZJVJdo3cM/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am finally getting around to posting some Christmas pics.  We had an amazing Christmas this year and it was soo fun to have a new little joy in our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTrMXavfI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Y28tjkdMEz0/s1600/DSCN0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560700535182114290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTrMXavfI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Y28tjkdMEz0/s320/DSCN0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTqgW125I/AAAAAAAAA_s/PoLl44502u4/s1600/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560700523368536978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTqgW125I/AAAAAAAAA_s/PoLl44502u4/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is such a good big brother.  He loves Aiden soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTqGl7naI/AAAAAAAAA_k/VvxvDWULggo/s1600/DSCN0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560700516452507042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTqGl7naI/AAAAAAAAA_k/VvxvDWULggo/s320/DSCN0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our annual picture before we open our Christmas jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTItMoHXI/AAAAAAAAA_c/1yhGu5s5hrc/s1600/DSCN0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699942699801970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTItMoHXI/AAAAAAAAA_c/1yhGu5s5hrc/s320/DSCN0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTIJePG3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/BiABAliRjm8/s1600/DSCN0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699933109984114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTIJePG3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/BiABAliRjm8/s320/DSCN0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTHqhx82I/AAAAAAAAA_M/_RvWlhecnIo/s1600/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699924803351394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTHqhx82I/AAAAAAAAA_M/_RvWlhecnIo/s320/DSCN0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new Christmas jammies.  They all like to make fun that I am the 2nd shortest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTHDe_mOI/AAAAAAAAA_E/QrG0st4CnZU/s1600/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699914322680034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTHDe_mOI/AAAAAAAAA_E/QrG0st4CnZU/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first Christmas eve as a family of 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTGkAJCoI/AAAAAAAAA-8/l2s_57hnhCo/s1600/DSCN0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699905871776386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTGkAJCoI/AAAAAAAAA-8/l2s_57hnhCo/s320/DSCN0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas morning Paxton couldnt wait to open presents.  After every present he would say "thank you santa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuSOWZbk4I/AAAAAAAAA-0/KKgge_JBBys/s1600/DSCN0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560698940147078018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuSOWZbk4I/AAAAAAAAA-0/KKgge_JBBys/s320/DSCN0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuSNpAaF8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/bTRJzCNgbDo/s1600/DSCN0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560698927962527682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuSNpAaF8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/bTRJzCNgbDo/s320/DSCN0096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuSNMMDZ6I/AAAAAAAAA-k/aAAq1coai30/s1600/DSCN0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560698920226744226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuSNMMDZ6I/AAAAAAAAA-k/aAAq1coai30/s320/DSCN0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRr8saehI/AAAAAAAAA-c/IedM8oi-a7w/s1600/DSCN0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560698349131823634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRr8saehI/AAAAAAAAA-c/IedM8oi-a7w/s320/DSCN0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRrrSkpoI/AAAAAAAAA-U/4rowJp7ihvc/s1600/DSCN0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560698344460035714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRrrSkpoI/AAAAAAAAA-U/4rowJp7ihvc/s320/DSCN0167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRrM0r-zI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1dRUsMiSie4/s1600/DSCN0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560698336281623346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRrM0r-zI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1dRUsMiSie4/s320/DSCN0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At my moms opening presents.  Paxton got a Mickey Mouse laptop.  He is obsessed with Mickey so he really loves his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRLhIUcsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8rfnhK3r-XM/s1600/DSCN0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560697791976862402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRLhIUcsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8rfnhK3r-XM/s320/DSCN0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRLDCR9YI/AAAAAAAAA98/FleCriRIdNg/s1600/DSCN0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560697783898469762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRLDCR9YI/AAAAAAAAA98/FleCriRIdNg/s320/DSCN0182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is obsessed with my camera so we got him one for Christmas.  It really takes 1000 pictures and he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRK1YrTZI/AAAAAAAAA90/pS5vVFA1m_o/s1600/DSCN0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560697780234309010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuRK1YrTZI/AAAAAAAAA90/pS5vVFA1m_o/s320/DSCN0184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandons parents bought him this lego table which he plays with everyday.  Christmas sure is a lot more fun with kids.  Brandon and I had an awesome Christmas and got some fun presents from our parents which included a brand new nikon camera! &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;/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/6277699060959395675-7055382960999534671?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7055382960999534671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=7055382960999534671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7055382960999534671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7055382960999534671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2011/01/slacker.html' title='Slacker!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/TSuTri_cvOI/AAAAAAAAA_8/kBZJVJdo3cM/s72-c/DSCN0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-925158002425238789</id><published>2010-12-10T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:13:08.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJmUNRpJXI/AAAAAAAAA9o/MLvnOqL9bVY/s1600/P1010451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549110188220949874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJmUNRpJXI/AAAAAAAAA9o/MLvnOqL9bVY/s320/P1010451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am finally posting about my adventure of having Aiden. I went in on November 16 at 7:00 am to be induced. They got me all hooked up to all the monitors and put my IV in.  Around 8 my doctor came in and broke my water.  Then at 8:30 they started me on pitocin. I started feeling contractions around 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJmTjLuCqI/AAAAAAAAA9g/chPMjIJbRGI/s1600/P1010453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549110176921815714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJmTjLuCqI/AAAAAAAAA9g/chPMjIJbRGI/s320/P1010453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother in law brought Paxton up to see me around 10 and they stayed for a little while until I really started feeling the contractions. So I got my epidural at 11:30. I never let myself get in extreme pain so I was actually quite comfortable through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJmTZqOl6I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/T-GR2cwxuR8/s1600/P1010454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549110174365423522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJmTZqOl6I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/T-GR2cwxuR8/s320/P1010454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After my epidural I took a nap to pass the time and I was really tired. Things were really slow at first. I got to the hospital and I was only a 2. And by 1:30 I was only a 3. So I thought I am going to be awhile.  So around 3:30 I sent Brandon to Walmart to get me some chapstick and to get out because he was going crazy.  The nurse came in to check me about 15 minutes after Brandon left and told me I was a 7.  I was so excited and called Brandon to come back to the hospital.  Right after Brandon got back the nurse came in and checked me and I had gone from a 7 to a 9 1/2 in 30 minutes.  I called my mom and she was soo shocked and was on her way. The nurse said we were going to get ready to start practicing pushing. But one practice push and she said she could see his head.  So we would have to wait for the doctor.  She told me not to cough because everytime I did he would almost come out.  So when the doctor got there I was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJltse_uiI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SybR1KC-YkQ/s1600/P1010456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549109526583556642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJltse_uiI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SybR1KC-YkQ/s320/P1010456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After about 10 minutes of pushing Aiden Jay Emery arrived at 5:33, 7 pounds 15 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long. I was so overwhelmed and instantly all my fears of loving another little person diminished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJltWEPdLI/AAAAAAAAA9A/1o5erqXKjLo/s1600/P1010464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549109520565761202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJltWEPdLI/AAAAAAAAA9A/1o5erqXKjLo/s320/P1010464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was a serious cone head due to being pushed up against my tail bone for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJk_HtPZAI/AAAAAAAAA84/0GWydJ7EIic/s1600/P1010469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549108726437209090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJk_HtPZAI/AAAAAAAAA84/0GWydJ7EIic/s320/P1010469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJk-qBWPuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/u3u5TujjavI/s1600/P1010472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549108718468480738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJk-qBWPuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/u3u5TujjavI/s320/P1010472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJk-emsYgI/AAAAAAAAA8o/79H0-GsL9X0/s1600/P1010473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549108715403895298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJk-emsYgI/AAAAAAAAA8o/79H0-GsL9X0/s320/P1010473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paxton instantly loved him and wanted to hold his little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJkMxMdo3I/AAAAAAAAA8g/5GuW00MtadY/s1600/P1010481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549107861400691570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJkMxMdo3I/AAAAAAAAA8g/5GuW00MtadY/s320/P1010481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little did I know that when I went to bed that night and sent Aiden to the nursery that I wasnt going to get to hold him very often. The pediatrician came in around 1 am and was saying something about bilirubin and lights. I was like ya I understand and went back to sleep. (Note to doctors dont expect moms who are on drugs to remember what you are talking about at 1 am). So in the morning I woke up and went to the nursery to find my baby. They told me I couldnt come in that the nursery was closed for an hour while the nurses swapped shifts. So I went back to my room and sat all alone and cried because I didnt know what was going on. Finallly someone came in an hour later and explained that my babies bilirubin levels were high and that he needed to be on triple the lights. He needed to remain in the nursery and I could down there every 3 hours and feed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJkMp-v67I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/fxrsGvpw8Fk/s1600/P1010482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549107859464121266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJkMp-v67I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/fxrsGvpw8Fk/s320/P1010482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily I had an awesome nurse who went down and demanded that once every 3 hours I could feed him in my own room and enjoy him for 30 minutes at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJkMB3R-QI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/GjP9SZ2-S7Q/s1600/P1010486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549107848695380226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJkMB3R-QI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/GjP9SZ2-S7Q/s320/P1010486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJjXNKng3I/AAAAAAAAA8I/n09H8y7UZYI/s1600/P1010488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549106941196206962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJjXNKng3I/AAAAAAAAA8I/n09H8y7UZYI/s320/P1010488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJjWnwaC7I/AAAAAAAAA74/aKOTt8kBy2o/s1600/P1010500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549106931154160562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJjWnwaC7I/AAAAAAAAA74/aKOTt8kBy2o/s320/P1010500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJir40i1eI/AAAAAAAAA7w/qAOqtWVXjDE/s1600/P1010508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549106197000541666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJir40i1eI/AAAAAAAAA7w/qAOqtWVXjDE/s320/P1010508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJirnu-ZeI/AAAAAAAAA7o/4T1wLckBc8c/s1600/P1010510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549106192413779426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJirnu-ZeI/AAAAAAAAA7o/4T1wLckBc8c/s320/P1010510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first official family picture. I love all these boys soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJirKp0ZYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/QRx0JVs-geM/s1600/P1010520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549106184607524226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJirKp0ZYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/QRx0JVs-geM/s320/P1010520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJiBcXQO9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/NQIKcwqHaEo/s1600/P1010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549105467806989266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJiBcXQO9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/NQIKcwqHaEo/s320/P1010521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 3 boys enjoying their first night home together. Little did we know it was going to be short lived. The next morning I took Aiden in to get his bilirubin levels tested. He had sky rocketed up to a 20.1. They told us we would need to go straight to primary childrens in Riverton and have him admitted. So I threw stuff back into my hospital bag because all I knew was I was not leaving my 3 day old baby alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJiBCGasAI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fuyrmbbr3zg/s1600/P1010528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549105460757049346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJiBCGasAI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fuyrmbbr3zg/s320/P1010528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We checked him into the hospital and got him on the lights. We checked his levels a few hours later and he was at a 22.7. The doctor came in and informed us that this was a very critical level, that 25 was life threatening. He told us that he hated to be a bearer of bad news but if we could not get the levels to come down at all in the next 3 hours that we would have to life flight him to the other primary childrens and we would have to start blood transfusions. I was a total wreck and Brandon had gone home to take care of Paxton. Luckily my parents were there. Finally around 1 am I got news that his levels had dropped down to 21.6. So I relaxed a little and my parents went home. We rechecked in the morning and we got them to come down to 17.8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJiAfKas-I/AAAAAAAAA7I/BdJy4ofGEyA/s1600/P1010531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549105451378586594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJiAfKas-I/AAAAAAAAA7I/BdJy4ofGEyA/s320/P1010531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He stayed on lights for the next 2 days and then they took him off for 6 hours to see if they would stabalize but they didnt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJhStG2ESI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Kw-0ffLMjvQ/s1600/P1010532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549104664847716642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJhStG2ESI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Kw-0ffLMjvQ/s320/P1010532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We would get to hold him for 30 minutes at a time every 3 hours. But even when we were feeding he had to stay on part of the lights at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJhSFnmAgI/AAAAAAAAA64/E8aBDdmPt_A/s1600/P1010534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549104654247657986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJhSFnmAgI/AAAAAAAAA64/E8aBDdmPt_A/s320/P1010534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His poor little feet. One of them had an IV and the other one would get blood taken 3 times a day and it was black from being bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJhRkvEdQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/30PMC6Z_3Ms/s1600/P1010536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549104645420643586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJhRkvEdQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/30PMC6Z_3Ms/s320/P1010536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hospital was soo nice. Every room had their own flat screen TV and xbox. Brandon at least had fun with that. They had a huge toy room that Paxton loved to play in and they even let Paxton bring some of the toys back to our room to play with. Finally after 5 days at the hospital we were able to go home. But within 24 hours his levels had gone back up enough that they had homecare come and set up lights at home. It was an interesting Thanksgiving weekend. We did go to my moms but we had to bring all the lights and set them up in her play pen. I thought being at the hospital was bad, but the lights at home were worse. Aiden wouldnt sleep and would cry alot because he wanted to be held. But they told me if I wanted to help him I shouldnt hold him more than 40 minutes at a time. But finally when he was 2 weeks old we sent the lights back and were done drawing blood. And now the last week has been so nice to be home and enjoy my little family. I am so grateful for all of the friends and family who helped us through.&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;/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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-925158002425238789?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/925158002425238789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=925158002425238789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/925158002425238789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/925158002425238789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/TQJmUNRpJXI/AAAAAAAAA9o/MLvnOqL9bVY/s72-c/P1010451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4639877124256500038</id><published>2010-10-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:24:40.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternity Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnodSpJumI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/6h2VR8jQNmg/s1600/Ashlee+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533209207119657570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnodSpJumI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/6h2VR8jQNmg/s320/Ashlee+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well for all of you who have been telling me I am lame for not posting one pregnancy pictures, here you go.  I broke down and let my amazing neighbor take maternity pics of me.  So I am posting them now and I have less than 3 weeks to go until Aiden is here.  I didnt post any bare belly ones because I am way too self conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnocz0yD-I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/PT0nLNdMYOE/s1600/Ashlee+1_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533209198846939106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnocz0yD-I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/PT0nLNdMYOE/s320/Ashlee+1_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnoJ4aTGsI/AAAAAAAAA6I/bH6laDXnCSs/s1600/Ashlee+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533208873660521154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnoJ4aTGsI/AAAAAAAAA6I/bH6laDXnCSs/s320/Ashlee+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnoJo7TjWI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Kvq1DM2YiSQ/s1600/Ashlee+2_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533208869503995234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnoJo7TjWI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Kvq1DM2YiSQ/s320/Ashlee+2_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnnyfXA9jI/AAAAAAAAA54/qSMwZ8Y8t-8/s1600/Ashlee+3_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533208471798871602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnnyfXA9jI/AAAAAAAAA54/qSMwZ8Y8t-8/s320/Ashlee+3_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnnyPvaeTI/AAAAAAAAA5w/cyWSJr5s8Mo/s1600/Ashlee+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533208467606239538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnnyPvaeTI/AAAAAAAAA5w/cyWSJr5s8Mo/s320/Ashlee+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnnV2PRX_I/AAAAAAAAA5o/6Q3kA9_x2as/s1600/Ashlee+5_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207979724201970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnnV2PRX_I/AAAAAAAAA5o/6Q3kA9_x2as/s320/Ashlee+5_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnnVZVrzKI/AAAAAAAAA5g/2ShAt-YdRRQ/s1600/Ashlee+5_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207971966471330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnnVZVrzKI/AAAAAAAAA5g/2ShAt-YdRRQ/s320/Ashlee+5_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnmk8tm4xI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/vgof0KpwCuQ/s1600/Ashlee+8_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207139648463634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnmk8tm4xI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/vgof0KpwCuQ/s320/Ashlee+8_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnmklm0qLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/mZiWwg_QaDc/s1600/Ashlee+8_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207133445990578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnmklm0qLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/mZiWwg_QaDc/s320/Ashlee+8_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnmLgic5bI/AAAAAAAAA5I/gjw4aIw6Za0/s1600/Ashlee+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533206702588749234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnmLgic5bI/AAAAAAAAA5I/gjw4aIw6Za0/s320/Ashlee+9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnmJpFv7XI/AAAAAAAAA5A/gbSobtG1U9o/s1600/Ashlee+9_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533206670524542322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnmJpFv7XI/AAAAAAAAA5A/gbSobtG1U9o/s320/Ashlee+9_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6277699060959395675-4639877124256500038?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4639877124256500038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4639877124256500038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4639877124256500038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4639877124256500038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/10/maternity-pics.html' title='Maternity Pics!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/TMnodSpJumI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/6h2VR8jQNmg/s72-c/Ashlee+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-6787932935592956035</id><published>2010-09-12T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:03:29.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do and some minor bumps</title><content type='html'>I feel like being pregnant the 2nd time around just seems to fly on by.  Where has time gone?  If the baby comes when my doctor is hoping than I can officially say I am in the single digits and there is only 9 weeks left!  My brother comes home in 38 days which I have been frantically helping my mom to finish his mission scrapbook because of course we figured we would have two years to finish it.  But time started to fly right on by.  As for the baby coming I am not even close to ready.  His room is soo far from even being ready which if you know me freaks me out.  I do not procastinate stuff like this.  Paxton's room was ready like 3 1/2 months in advance.  I have been really lucky this time around to not be sick.  But just when I thought I was going to get through this pregnancy unscathed my doctor called on Tuesday and let me know that my labs did not come back normal.  Two of my blood tests came back with some problems.  The first one is totally fixable which is that I am a severe anemic.  She said its been awhile since she has seen someone with such a low red blood cell count that is still functioning as a normal person.  Little does she know that I have been so beyond tired for the last 2 months.  Walking up the stairs makes me want to pass out and getting Paxton in out of the car feels like a big chore.  I had just chopped it up to that I was pregnant and chasing a 2 year old in the 95 degree heat.  But my mom and Brandon started to see signs of me increasingly getting worse to the point I was very short tempered with my family and friends. During the lab work I even passed out and had to have a nurse help me up on to the table where she could monitor me until I felt better.  Then the following week at work I had to lie down twice in the middle of the floor because I was so light headed I couldnt even bear to sit up and look at the computer screen.  Luckily that night was the night I got the call from the doctor.  She told me specific medication I would need to go pick up from walgreens.  I went and got it right away, and now have been on it 6 days and I can quite feel a difference except for that I am not feeling any worse which is a good sign.  She said it could take up to 3 weeks to rebuild my supply.  The second thing that is wrong is that I have something in my body present which is call anti c antibody.  She told me that she would call and get me in to see a maternal fetal medicine doctor within a few days to have her check me out and go over what is wrong with me.  My appointment was Friday and I was really nervous.  What is wrong with me is all I could think about.  They brought me back and performed an ultrasound to make sure that my condition was not causing the baby any harm.  She said my baby looked great and I havent effected him yet.  That was all she could tell me and I would have to wait for the specialist to come in.  The specialist came in and asked me if I knew what was going on.  I was like I have no clue except for the things I read on the internet that scared me to death.  She continued to talk to me indepth about red blood cells, antibodies, and antigens( I felt like I was in science class).  She told me that my red blood cells dont have an antibody c but my husbands do.  Anyway long story short because it is still so confusing to me.  The antigens in my body are fighting off these redblood cells and the more my numbers continue to go up then they can start fighting the babies red blood cells which will cause him to be born anemic and they would have to treat him according to his severity.  So for now I have to have lab work done every couple of weeks to check on the progress.  She said I am lucky that this problem didnt present itself early in the pregnancy or I would have more problems.  Since I am this far into the pregnancy she hopes I will avoid any huge problems before I deliver.  But as far as having more kids I will have to have my husbands blood tested so we can figure out future solutions but she said it usually gets worse with every pregnancy.  Good thing I only wanted two or three kids anyway.  Hopefully I will be feeling more like myself in the next couple weeks and will be able to accomplish alot more before the baby comes because I hate being unprepared.  Sorry for the rambling but if I dont write it all down I will not remember everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-6787932935592956035?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6787932935592956035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6787932935592956035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6787932935592956035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6787932935592956035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-much-to-do-and-some-minor-bumps.html' title='So much to do and some minor bumps'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-3788247001140505297</id><published>2010-08-15T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:34:22.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping, Swimming, and random pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiRAhXRxVI/AAAAAAAAA34/0EkPMlyWc58/s1600/P1010224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505809982602462546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiRAhXRxVI/AAAAAAAAA34/0EkPMlyWc58/s320/P1010224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had so much fun swimming and camping this summer.  We have been really busy which leaves no time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiRAFgWuuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hnLvNpuZPOE/s1600/P1010231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505809975124343522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiRAFgWuuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hnLvNpuZPOE/s320/P1010231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paxton learned how to swim by himself with water wings.  He doesnt like anyones help and he is actually really good at it too.  He takes after his dad and is a natural swimmer and he is fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQinSv-BI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zO5WfygJzjY/s1600/P1010243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505809468798007314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQinSv-BI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zO5WfygJzjY/s320/P1010243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQiOfvQYI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rqcgGSGJOTk/s1600/P1010247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505809462141600130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQiOfvQYI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rqcgGSGJOTk/s320/P1010247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved learning to fish with daddy.  He had to hold his own pole and do it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQENnno9I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/jzpkWUWbhso/s1600/P1010250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505808946510144466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQENnno9I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/jzpkWUWbhso/s320/P1010250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQDoXQESI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/VajYaM25kUc/s1600/P1010251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505808936509378850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQDoXQESI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/VajYaM25kUc/s320/P1010251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQDQNvEkI/AAAAAAAAA3I/60teRX09rD8/s1600/P1010253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505808930027016770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiQDQNvEkI/AAAAAAAAA3I/60teRX09rD8/s320/P1010253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiPCkKXZZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Ns1dBOiEtuY/s1600/P1010262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505807818690094482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiPCkKXZZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Ns1dBOiEtuY/s320/P1010262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiPB7Vt79I/AAAAAAAAA24/LHzSWgH_juQ/s1600/P1010264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505807807731855314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiPB7Vt79I/AAAAAAAAA24/LHzSWgH_juQ/s320/P1010264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is trying to mow the grass up camping.  He loved playing with his lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiPBT_cGoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ClpsS-PObwM/s1600/P1010272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505807797169429122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiPBT_cGoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ClpsS-PObwM/s320/P1010272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his favorite things is to play in my bathroom.  He loves to do his hair and put my mascara on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiOcDYlxDI/AAAAAAAAA2o/kJ43YzB5P1A/s1600/P1010275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505807157056357426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiOcDYlxDI/AAAAAAAAA2o/kJ43YzB5P1A/s320/P1010275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mascara is like a daily occurence in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiOb5Oo5jI/AAAAAAAAA2g/SH8ZfOHp8nA/s1600/P1010276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505807154330265138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiOb5Oo5jI/AAAAAAAAA2g/SH8ZfOHp8nA/s320/P1010276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiObZhC39I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8aZ_7dZFAl0/s1600/P1010278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505807145817530322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiObZhC39I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8aZ_7dZFAl0/s320/P1010278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton loved playing in the river with daddy.  He would throw rocks in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiN8nY53OI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qUHrk0eAODs/s1600/P1010284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505806616965536994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiN8nY53OI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qUHrk0eAODs/s320/P1010284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiN8XSZctI/AAAAAAAAA2I/gY8hJEGAwQY/s1600/P1010293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505806612643279570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiN8XSZctI/AAAAAAAAA2I/gY8hJEGAwQY/s320/P1010293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting just like daddy.  I like to copy everything he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiN7w0im3I/AAAAAAAAA2A/zBibqb4jycM/s1600/P1010299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505806602317503346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiN7w0im3I/AAAAAAAAA2A/zBibqb4jycM/s320/P1010299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiMFjU0c8I/AAAAAAAAA14/Y9ejV9vWc3E/s1600/P1010300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505804571470230466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiMFjU0c8I/AAAAAAAAA14/Y9ejV9vWc3E/s320/P1010300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can do it dad all by myself.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiMFGpwWxI/AAAAAAAAA1w/_Y3hdXYu3eE/s1600/P1010302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505804563773414162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiMFGpwWxI/AAAAAAAAA1w/_Y3hdXYu3eE/s320/P1010302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorite boys doing what they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiMEm7974I/AAAAAAAAA1o/u2T0tEyFWFE/s1600/P1010303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505804555259867010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiMEm7974I/AAAAAAAAA1o/u2T0tEyFWFE/s320/P1010303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going for a walk.  We have had so much fun this summer and its not over.  &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;/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/6277699060959395675-3788247001140505297?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3788247001140505297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3788247001140505297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3788247001140505297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3788247001140505297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/camping-swimming-and-random-pics.html' title='Camping, Swimming, and random pics!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/TGiRAhXRxVI/AAAAAAAAA34/0EkPMlyWc58/s72-c/P1010224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1935950472920961333</id><published>2010-06-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T08:44:35.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfn1Wru9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/YED4z3AIh84/s1600/Paxton+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487107965195107282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfn1Wru9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/YED4z3AIh84/s320/Paxton+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton had his 2 year old pictures taken last week.  Im a slacker mom he turned 2 in April.  Tomi did a great job even though Paxton wouldnt sit still or smile for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfnTwWYbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/4ayrv6uL1-k/s1600/Paxton+1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487107956175954354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfnTwWYbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/4ayrv6uL1-k/s320/Paxton+1_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfOC-uMGI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/QOnUM0KY-2c/s1600/Paxton+1_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487107522176102498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfOC-uMGI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/QOnUM0KY-2c/s320/Paxton+1_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfNdiSN0I/AAAAAAAAA1I/8vQ5jCX73tQ/s1600/Paxton+1_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487107512124716866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfNdiSN0I/AAAAAAAAA1I/8vQ5jCX73tQ/s320/Paxton+1_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfM4ac78I/AAAAAAAAA1A/ks-onidgi-4/s1600/Paxton+1_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487107502159753154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfM4ac78I/AAAAAAAAA1A/ks-onidgi-4/s320/Paxton+1_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYewsqEmBI/AAAAAAAAA04/xu0PWzYelLY/s1600/Paxton+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487107017967704082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYewsqEmBI/AAAAAAAAA04/xu0PWzYelLY/s320/Paxton+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYewElzfFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/bbcKquWUWI0/s1600/Paxton+2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487107007212387410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYewElzfFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/bbcKquWUWI0/s320/Paxton+2_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYevV9-0hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/UqSo3mMJvig/s1600/Paxton+3_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487106994697327122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYevV9-0hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/UqSo3mMJvig/s320/Paxton+3_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYeMikjEwI/AAAAAAAAA0g/On2wUZBeAvA/s1600/Paxton+3_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487106396784890626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYeMikjEwI/AAAAAAAAA0g/On2wUZBeAvA/s320/Paxton+3_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYeMPPMUiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GLbmKPSDP9Q/s1600/Paxton+3_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487106391595045410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYeMPPMUiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GLbmKPSDP9Q/s320/Paxton+3_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYeLdkju0I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/OokDQ5PGnaM/s1600/Paxton+4_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487106378262887234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYeLdkju0I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/OokDQ5PGnaM/s320/Paxton+4_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdoOxcn7I/AAAAAAAAA0I/4O4gqh05fBg/s1600/Paxton+5_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487105772994994098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdoOxcn7I/AAAAAAAAA0I/4O4gqh05fBg/s320/Paxton+5_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdnQeqOcI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Gq-i66WUEHE/s1600/Paxton+6_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487105756273195458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdnQeqOcI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Gq-i66WUEHE/s320/Paxton+6_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdm5tXZtI/AAAAAAAAAz4/6j5rummMpbg/s1600/Paxton+6_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487105750160860882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdm5tXZtI/AAAAAAAAAz4/6j5rummMpbg/s320/Paxton+6_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdDqmYVGI/AAAAAAAAAzw/AlBzf6elnYc/s1600/Paxton+7_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487105144809608290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdDqmYVGI/AAAAAAAAAzw/AlBzf6elnYc/s320/Paxton+7_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdCwAA3xI/AAAAAAAAAzo/SjFwY4CAN9w/s1600/Paxton+8_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487105129079430930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdCwAA3xI/AAAAAAAAAzo/SjFwY4CAN9w/s320/Paxton+8_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdCZwLPjI/AAAAAAAAAzg/UaiwglKFCk4/s1600/Paxton+10_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487105123107421746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYdCZwLPjI/AAAAAAAAAzg/UaiwglKFCk4/s320/Paxton+10_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6277699060959395675-1935950472920961333?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1935950472920961333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1935950472920961333' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1935950472920961333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1935950472920961333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/TCYfn1Wru9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/YED4z3AIh84/s72-c/Paxton+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4378333563938121572</id><published>2010-06-02T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T06:51:26.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZfNpp4EYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NzCKWrlnz6E/s1600/P1010168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478170684867219842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZfNpp4EYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NzCKWrlnz6E/s320/P1010168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a blast memorial weekend.  We took our new trailer out for the first time with 4 other couples and their kids.  Austin and Paxton were buds the whole trip.  They are exactly one month apart.  They were either pushing eachother down or hugging eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZfNMrbDTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_H_K2X6FcpM/s1600/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478170677089078578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZfNMrbDTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_H_K2X6FcpM/s320/P1010172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everytime one of the adults was going to take a side by side out the kids would all pile in so they wouldnt get left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeqjp2BzI/AAAAAAAAAzA/wmn14PYepFc/s1600/P1010175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478170081961051954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeqjp2BzI/AAAAAAAAAzA/wmn14PYepFc/s320/P1010175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; None of the kids wanted to go to bed and the adults wanted to play games so I bribed the kids by turning on a movie and popping popcorn.  Soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeqB-RHPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/aqDGBpEyuhM/s1600/P1010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478170072919907570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeqB-RHPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/aqDGBpEyuhM/s320/P1010176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeT-BSeSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/VkBcJmRIhkE/s1600/P1010177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478169693901715746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeT-BSeSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/VkBcJmRIhkE/s320/P1010177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite 2 boys in the world having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeTRGcYjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/TlDe6PU3S18/s1600/P1010178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478169681843741234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeTRGcYjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/TlDe6PU3S18/s320/P1010178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Paxton waiting his turn to catch the football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeSybCJgI/AAAAAAAAAyg/OzcKkdbyyV4/s1600/P1010185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478169673608603138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZeSybCJgI/AAAAAAAAAyg/OzcKkdbyyV4/s320/P1010185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandon caught a lizard and all of the kids wanted to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdrveGkMI/AAAAAAAAAyY/NSfmjVjRveo/s1600/P1010188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478169002801270978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdrveGkMI/AAAAAAAAAyY/NSfmjVjRveo/s320/P1010188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton making himself comfortable in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdrQRvz6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8KtgJ0I3UA/s1600/P1010190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478168994427948962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdrQRvz6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8KtgJ0I3UA/s320/P1010190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this picture of Paxton just chilling on the steps with his capri sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdq5j4IoI/AAAAAAAAAyI/8oKAgWonMDU/s1600/P1010195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478168988329976450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdq5j4IoI/AAAAAAAAAyI/8oKAgWonMDU/s320/P1010195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is playing in the dirt with his toys but if you look really carefully those are chips in his hand that he keeps dropping then eating.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdA5vPi0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/TeNnviorF_E/s1600/P1010201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478168266823142210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdA5vPi0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/TeNnviorF_E/s320/P1010201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the guys built a little zipline for the kids.  Paxton loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdAYFDzvI/AAAAAAAAAx4/kMZ1r-DLY40/s1600/P1010203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478168257787842290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZdAYFDzvI/AAAAAAAAAx4/kMZ1r-DLY40/s320/P1010203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friends Kirsten and Matt brought there big doberman with them and Paxton was in heaven.  Especially since she looks just like our 2 mini dobermans.  He wanted to help walk her wherever she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZc_qOQy4I/AAAAAAAAAxw/XaLb0M9Unh0/s1600/P1010206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478168245478411138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZc_qOQy4I/AAAAAAAAAxw/XaLb0M9Unh0/s320/P1010206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fav pic of my boys.  Paxton could ride for hours on whatever Brandon will take him on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZcPvARqNI/AAAAAAAAAxo/8LL60riHTvI/s1600/P1010208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478167422128203986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZcPvARqNI/AAAAAAAAAxo/8LL60riHTvI/s320/P1010208.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZcPKCQq5I/AAAAAAAAAxg/hIHPKyCcs94/s1600/P1010210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478167412204415890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZcPKCQq5I/AAAAAAAAAxg/hIHPKyCcs94/s320/P1010210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More cute pics of the kids all begging for a ride all of the time.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-4378333563938121572?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4378333563938121572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4378333563938121572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4378333563938121572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4378333563938121572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial Weekend!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/TAZfNpp4EYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NzCKWrlnz6E/s72-c/P1010168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3273374677519411165</id><published>2010-05-12T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:23:23.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S-r_cXcU4yI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BYePlddo5tc/s1600/Paxton+big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470465560189133602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S-r_cXcU4yI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BYePlddo5tc/s320/Paxton+big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3273374677519411165?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3273374677519411165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3273374677519411165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3273374677519411165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3273374677519411165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/S-r_cXcU4yI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BYePlddo5tc/s72-c/Paxton+big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-7403762224254519327</id><published>2010-05-01T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:18:54.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paxton's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yLt11BZfI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/XSTAOXPMEI4/s1600/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466397667380782578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yLt11BZfI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/XSTAOXPMEI4/s320/P1010111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday my little boy turned 2.  I cant believe how fast time goes.  This is Paxton wanting to drive to his birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yLte5uVlI/AAAAAAAAAxI/-i0OzHjcXEc/s1600/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466397661226489426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yLte5uVlI/AAAAAAAAAxI/-i0OzHjcXEc/s320/P1010121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad made him and awesome cake.  This is Brewster from the show Chuggington.  Paxton's favorite show.  Every morning he wakes up and begs to to watch his choo choo show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yLGBSUN3I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Tdo9oU6vqGc/s1600/P1010122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466396983261673330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yLGBSUN3I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Tdo9oU6vqGc/s320/P1010122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yLFpeU2SI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ppqXJzEXKI4/s1600/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466396976869595426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yLFpeU2SI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ppqXJzEXKI4/s320/P1010124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yKmDLkgPI/AAAAAAAAAww/1iJO7TNiTwo/s1600/P1010126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466396434014437618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yKmDLkgPI/AAAAAAAAAww/1iJO7TNiTwo/s320/P1010126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening presents with Dad.  He just wanted to play with whatever one he opened and not open the rest.  Apparantly he would of been fine with just one present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yKlsqcLJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/-5wNQTCTaqI/s1600/P1010127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466396427969899666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yKlsqcLJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/-5wNQTCTaqI/s320/P1010127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with his little wheel barrow Grandma Jane gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yKF3AAyVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/rYKI4rXjjp0/s1600/P1010128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466395880988920146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yKF3AAyVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/rYKI4rXjjp0/s320/P1010128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yJwbdf9hI/AAAAAAAAAwY/FzDw1AS7o2g/s1600/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466395512819152402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yJwbdf9hI/AAAAAAAAAwY/FzDw1AS7o2g/s320/P1010129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton loved his birthday and everyone spoiled him.  I love how much Paxton is changing and becoming a little man.&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/6277699060959395675-7403762224254519327?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7403762224254519327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=7403762224254519327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7403762224254519327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7403762224254519327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/05/paxtons-birthday.html' title='Paxton&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/S9yLt11BZfI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/XSTAOXPMEI4/s72-c/P1010111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-6623023798136757664</id><published>2010-04-04T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:31:23.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lHc-VhXPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/IAxyEvbZXOk/s1600/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456470986631240946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lHc-VhXPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/IAxyEvbZXOk/s320/P1010046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton and I went camping this weekend for a couple of days with my family.  He had so much fun.  I couldnt get him off the four wheelers or come inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lHciJe_9I/AAAAAAAAAwI/oXmXQLzUQhk/s1600/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456470979064561618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lHciJe_9I/AAAAAAAAAwI/oXmXQLzUQhk/s320/P1010052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and dad had a little easter egg hunt for him.  He thought it was soo much fun finding all of the eggs.  Everytime he would find one he would say "wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lGlNyz_9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/FNYkwGgtW1o/s1600/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456470028707954642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lGlNyz_9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/FNYkwGgtW1o/s320/P1010055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lGka5wJJI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RePeg8LBXB0/s1600/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456470015046853778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lGka5wJJI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RePeg8LBXB0/s320/P1010062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lGAG-nXEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/z1quV52cQZk/s1600/P1010068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456469391223249986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lGAG-nXEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/z1quV52cQZk/s320/P1010068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves to ride his little four wheeler and he has finally learned to steer it all by himself instead of running into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lF_3U0gWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/uYkSKhEBKK8/s1600/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456469387021418850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lF_3U0gWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/uYkSKhEBKK8/s320/P1010076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lFdBK9k7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/37FLDeobIEQ/s1600/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456468788369003442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lFdBK9k7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/37FLDeobIEQ/s320/P1010079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to play up on the bunk in Grammy and Papa's trailer.  He climbs up and down the ladder all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lFcPkwtEI/AAAAAAAAAvY/N6fWF0uymQM/s1600/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456468775055438914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lFcPkwtEI/AAAAAAAAAvY/N6fWF0uymQM/s320/P1010080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter morning he woke up to see what the easter bunny brought him.  He was soo excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lE9Jt-tdI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UnN-6WzszjA/s1600/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456468240907548114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lE9Jt-tdI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UnN-6WzszjA/s320/P1010081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs were trying to get in on the action too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lE8OTQPEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/JInbjuWoWtI/s1600/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456468224957758530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lE8OTQPEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/JInbjuWoWtI/s320/P1010085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lEXu8Jx0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/xsIkbzDBhMo/s1600/P1010086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456467598064076610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lEXu8Jx0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/xsIkbzDBhMo/s320/P1010086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lEWnpo_BI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ZaAj3pvXJXA/s1600/P1010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456467578927512594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lEWnpo_BI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ZaAj3pvXJXA/s320/P1010088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just wanted to open all of his eggs and pour his candy on the ground.  Easter was great this year.  It was kind of mellow both of our families were still out of town on Easter so we have been just chilling as a little family.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-6623023798136757664?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6623023798136757664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6623023798136757664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6623023798136757664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6623023798136757664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/S7lHc-VhXPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/IAxyEvbZXOk/s72-c/P1010046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-7300265312320950522</id><published>2010-02-23T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:22:17.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At home</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at home in the middle of a Tuesday. Which is unusual for me because I work 8:30 -5. But my poor little boy was up all night with 104 temp and throwing up. So I made him an appt to take him to the doctor. I dropped him off at my mother in laws at 8:15 like normal and told her I would be back at 10. She offered to take him to the doctor but I felt like I am always pawning my motherly dutys off on someone just so we can make a little extra money. But lately I have realized life is too short and my little boy is going to be 2 soon and the time has flown by. I have myself wondering have I been a good mom? Have I played with him enough? Does he know I love him more than anything? Sometimes I just get to wrapped up in the wordly things. Am I skinny enough? Did I work out today? Is the house clean and laundry done? All these things have been bothering me lately. And I didnt realize that I probably miss out on alot of things. My mother in law has been watching Paxton twice a week since he was 6 weeks. And a few weeks ago she said she needed more time for herself and wasnt going to be able to watch him as often. And at first I was mad, but then I realized I am the mom. Paxton is my priority and it is about time I start acting like it. My mother in law raised her kids as a stay at home mom and its not her responsibility to raise mine. So lately I have dropped everything for him. So here I sit and he has finally fallen asleep and looks so peaceful. And instead of stressing that work isnt going to survive without me or that I am not going to get to go to the gym today on my lunch break. I am going to count my blessings that I have Paxton in my life and spend every second with him because there is going to be a time when he doesnt want me to hold him anymore. Or lay in bed with me when he isnt feeling well. I am grateful for him and my wonderful husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-7300265312320950522?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7300265312320950522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=7300265312320950522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7300265312320950522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7300265312320950522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-home.html' title='At home'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-7413539830147562352</id><published>2010-01-27T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:50:46.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St George with the girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DB4AStLfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/sAjUhWpa3uY/s1600-h/P1000987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431554318504111602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DB4AStLfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/sAjUhWpa3uY/s320/P1000987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had so much fun on our girls trip to St George.  It was much needed even though I missed Paxton and Brandon.  We did hair, facials, and nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DB3g9OIGI/AAAAAAAAAto/xlxJkChRceg/s1600-h/P1000990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431554310092496994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DB3g9OIGI/AAAAAAAAAto/xlxJkChRceg/s320/P1000990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DB3T-IQJI/AAAAAAAAAtg/m_CxrCGjuzo/s1600-h/P1000991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431554306606645394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DB3T-IQJI/AAAAAAAAAtg/m_CxrCGjuzo/s320/P1000991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us going to go shopping and out to lunch after we worked out hard at the gym that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DBTh3c3LI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h_xqhJS6BuM/s1600-h/P1000992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431553691861441714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DBTh3c3LI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h_xqhJS6BuM/s320/P1000992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pigging out on our Arbys.  None of us watched what we ate while we were gone.  We pigged out the whole weekend it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DBDaKCwwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Z5qMP1OdTnE/s1600-h/P1000993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431553414914032386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DBDaKCwwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Z5qMP1OdTnE/s320/P1000993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DBC7FTxDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kvRiJrBdjSg/s1600-h/P1000995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431553406572676146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DBC7FTxDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kvRiJrBdjSg/s320/P1000995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DAqttqYLI/AAAAAAAAAtA/eKX7I1p6l_Y/s1600-h/P1000996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431552990666973362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DAqttqYLI/AAAAAAAAAtA/eKX7I1p6l_Y/s320/P1000996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DAqIwMINI/AAAAAAAAAs4/hq1mrhebpME/s1600-h/P1000997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431552980745461970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DAqIwMINI/AAAAAAAAAs4/hq1mrhebpME/s320/P1000997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to the mall and each of us picked out 2 prom dresses for eachother to try on. It was so much fun.  Although I didnt post the funniest picture of us because it is really inmodest and because Teresa would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DANmf4zmI/AAAAAAAAAsw/strExtTuSWY/s1600-h/P1000999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431552490513944162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DANmf4zmI/AAAAAAAAAsw/strExtTuSWY/s320/P1000999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went hot tubbing both nights we were there.  It was great to just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DAM7JnFDI/AAAAAAAAAso/F922oVXDBy4/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431552478877783090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DAM7JnFDI/AAAAAAAAAso/F922oVXDBy4/s320/P1010004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way home we stopped in Beaver and got icecream and took pictures in this big chair.  Dont we look like a bunch of tourists?  Well the trip was so much fun and I cant wait to do it again soon.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-7413539830147562352?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7413539830147562352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=7413539830147562352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7413539830147562352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7413539830147562352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/01/st-george-with-girls.html' title='St George with the girls.'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/S2DB4AStLfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/sAjUhWpa3uY/s72-c/P1000987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3761318310835253606</id><published>2010-01-18T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:17:15.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who gave you a sucker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S1SJDQ3SK1I/AAAAAAAAAsg/KiXQPy8sENk/s1600-h/P1000880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428114140047747922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/S1SJDQ3SK1I/AAAAAAAAAsg/KiXQPy8sENk/s320/P1000880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I took Paxton with me to the bank and I always let him have a sucker.  He always does really well with it so I wasnt worried.  We got home and he had been rubbing it in his hair and all over his face and clothes.  He was so sticky.  It was all over his carseat what a mess.  I had no choice but to go in and give him a bath.  Oh well boys will be boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3761318310835253606?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3761318310835253606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3761318310835253606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3761318310835253606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3761318310835253606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-gave-you-sucker.html' title='Who gave you a sucker?'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/S1SJDQ3SK1I/AAAAAAAAAsg/KiXQPy8sENk/s72-c/P1000880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-2324010671525115228</id><published>2010-01-04T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:09:07.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok here we go 2010!  I am super excited for this year.  Although I think my new years resolutions list is a little bigger this year.  For starters I have put on a few pounds during the holidays so back on the band wagon for that.  My goal is to get back into shape.  Because I have to say since my half marathon I have kind of let myself slide and I can totally tell.  Im getting a little flabby and my clothes fit a little tighter and I am out of breath a little easier when working out.  I dont want all of my hard work from 2009 to go to waste.  Also I would like to be a little more on top of things this year.  I am the worst at letting laundry stack up.  Then when I get around to it, it takes me 2 days just to catch up.  So I am going to be better at that.  Next my goal is to at least cook dinner 4 or 5 times a week.  Brandon works a ton of hours so the least I can do is have dinner ready for him when he gets home.  Im not promising anything great will be cooked since I suck at it an absolutely hate to cook.  Then I need to catch up on Paxton's scrapbook.  I used to be really good at it and now I hate to say I am about 8 months behind.  Im old school and love to add my little touches to his pictures otherwise I could say myself alot of time and just do books on the computer.  And last but not least I want to finish the book of mormon by april conference.  The bishop had given everyone in our ward a challenge to finish it by then and thats my goal.  I just have a feeling 2010 is going to be an amazing year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-2324010671525115228?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2324010671525115228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=2324010671525115228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2324010671525115228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2324010671525115228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2010/01/ok-here-we-go-2010-i-am-super-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-1349734029364194766</id><published>2009-12-30T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:15:55.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSv2t5NsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JIpobAYgmmI/s1600-h/P1000908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421158296054216386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSv2t5NsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JIpobAYgmmI/s320/P1000908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a wonderful Christmas this year. Paxton was so excited to open all of his presents. It started out Christmas eve with our traditional opening new pajamas. My camera battery died so I dont have our traditional picture of Brandon's whole family in matching pajamas. But since Brandon's sister is living in New York we all had matching I Love NY shirts and black and red striped pajama pants. It was so cute. Paxton made this face while he was opening each present and then he would say "wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSvlei-KI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/jgqpKcWyAfQ/s1600-h/P1000911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421158291426441378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSvlei-KI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/jgqpKcWyAfQ/s320/P1000911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It did take us a little while to open presents because he liked to rip off little pieces of wrapping paper at a time. And then he would want us to take the toys out of the box so he could play with it right that second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSvCVDIFI/AAAAAAAAAsI/lmnI1PClKws/s1600-h/P1000913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421158281991364690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSvCVDIFI/AAAAAAAAAsI/lmnI1PClKws/s320/P1000913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves trucks and cars and pushes them around saying "vroom vroom." &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSH9bFDUI/AAAAAAAAAsA/15VtOF1mGQw/s1600-h/P1000914.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSHtuV0hI/AAAAAAAAAr4/isJDeEmJrZA/s1600-h/P1000915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421157606445404690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSHtuV0hI/AAAAAAAAAr4/isJDeEmJrZA/s320/P1000915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton also got a basketball hoop and he loves daddy to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvRq6nLEPI/AAAAAAAAArw/ov3zFU4RVPk/s1600-h/P1000918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421157111688794354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvRq6nLEPI/AAAAAAAAArw/ov3zFU4RVPk/s320/P1000918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so spoiled by all of the grandparents and aunts and uncles. My parents gave him this cute tool set. It has a drill, hammer, screwdrivers, saw and bolts. He loves to drill the bolts into the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvRqiVtgfI/AAAAAAAAAro/AHuG_1Q_-FI/s1600-h/P1000923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421157105173103090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvRqiVtgfI/AAAAAAAAAro/AHuG_1Q_-FI/s320/P1000923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvRIWrSKnI/AAAAAAAAArg/_TZ-XcL-SIs/s1600-h/P1000924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421156517926808178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvRIWrSKnI/AAAAAAAAArg/_TZ-XcL-SIs/s320/P1000924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every Christmas morning my mom makes a huge breakfast and has everyone over. The food is amazing and she only makes most of the foods once a year. Paxton really enjoyed himself and also being the center of attention at the table. What a cheeseball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvRILvUkuI/AAAAAAAAArY/2HBG2_u9GPc/s1600-h/P1000934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421156514990953186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvRILvUkuI/AAAAAAAAArY/2HBG2_u9GPc/s320/P1000934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvQvYcTRvI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JU-DR2KLGU0/s1600-h/P1000936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421156088904107762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvQvYcTRvI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JU-DR2KLGU0/s320/P1000936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvQu89-1WI/AAAAAAAAArI/zjPhKaG0syU/s1600-h/P1000938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421156081529181538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvQu89-1WI/AAAAAAAAArI/zjPhKaG0syU/s320/P1000938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that night paxton decided to finish opening his presents from grandma and grandpa. We were all waiting patiently for our turn to talk to my brother Derek. Who is serving a mission in Houston, Texas. It was so great to hear from and I miss him so much. Although I am proud to say I held it all together and didnt cry once. Unlike last Christmas where I balled my eyes out after I hung up the phone. Also that means he only has 9 months left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvQSZj4EGI/AAAAAAAAArA/9qclJ3muUjw/s1600-h/P1000944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421155590988107874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvQSZj4EGI/AAAAAAAAArA/9qclJ3muUjw/s320/P1000944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While all of the commotion was going on I caught my brother Garet playing with Paxton's toys. He says he was just testing things out but I know that he really was playing with it. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvQR4FkCDI/AAAAAAAAAq4/BXXp3DK9W6o/s1600-h/P1000948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421155582002595890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvQR4FkCDI/AAAAAAAAAq4/BXXp3DK9W6o/s320/P1000948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandon's grandma sent Paxton a package from Florida. One of the presents was this little remote control winnie the pooh car. He loves to drive it all over the hard wood floor. He even ran it into the dog dish and spilled all of the food. Well that about sums it up. I hope everyone had a great Christmas and has a great New Year!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-1349734029364194766?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1349734029364194766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1349734029364194766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1349734029364194766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1349734029364194766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-had-wonderful-christmas-this-year.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SzvSv2t5NsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JIpobAYgmmI/s72-c/P1000908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3157313215790427808</id><published>2009-12-29T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:53:12.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was Daddy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Szq7nyUtLwI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7BdDEoTLt3c/s1600-h/P1000952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420851393691725570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Szq7nyUtLwI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7BdDEoTLt3c/s320/P1000952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been really sick since Saturday. I mean really sick. I have not left my bed. I have to crawl to the bathroom and then I just crawl right back to bed. Thanks to my mom and Brandon I havent changed a diaper or fed my little boy. ( which isnt always a good thing I have missed doing the little things) I have barely got to hug him or love him. When Brandon was at work my mom watches him. Brandon has been so sweet to cater on every need I may have. But sometimes daddys dont watch little boys too closely. I told Brandon to check on Paxton because he was being awfully quiet and sure enough Paxton was standing on the bathroom counter and was playing with my mascara. He has this fettish with getting into my makeup. Luckily today I did get out of bed but only because I have been loaded up on drugs. I got to spend time with Paxton which I loved. Hopefully I will feel much better by new years so I can pig out on everything yummy. Well I will post Christmas pics when I am feeling better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3157313215790427808?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3157313215790427808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3157313215790427808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3157313215790427808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3157313215790427808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-was-daddy.html' title='Where was Daddy?'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Szq7nyUtLwI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7BdDEoTLt3c/s72-c/P1000952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-268468499481304580</id><published>2009-12-15T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:26:06.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Invention</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have decided I should design a time out chair with a seat belt.  Whats the point of a time out chair when they can just climb off of it.  And I dont want to lock him in his room because then he will associate his room with time out and he loves to play in his room.  So Im off to design that this week so Paxton cant get off the chair and run around when he is in trouble.  I will post pictures as soon as I am finished.  (Ha ha Im really serious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-268468499481304580?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/268468499481304580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=268468499481304580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/268468499481304580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/268468499481304580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/greatest-invention.html' title='Greatest Invention'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-6004599767440286780</id><published>2009-12-14T13:42:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:04:26.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya1QPcKyQI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Lj1wd28RZys/s1600-h/Paxton+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415214892586813698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya1QPcKyQI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Lj1wd28RZys/s320/Paxton+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A cute lady in our ward took Paxton's pictures last week. And she did a great job, and Paxton was horribly naughty so thanks Tomi for getting some great pics anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya0p-fzTUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6IEsEgZHBn0/s1600-h/Paxton+2_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415214235203620162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya0p-fzTUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6IEsEgZHBn0/s320/Paxton+2_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya0d7n1KoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/WdY4fPAkuRY/s1600-h/Paxton+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415214028273560194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya0d7n1KoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/WdY4fPAkuRY/s320/Paxton+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya0Rm5jLCI/AAAAAAAAAqI/gEM_4OntBRc/s1600-h/Paxton+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415213816552303650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya0Rm5jLCI/AAAAAAAAAqI/gEM_4OntBRc/s320/Paxton+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya0EqkERFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DSF6zJmgT4s/s1600-h/Paxton+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415213594197640274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya0EqkERFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DSF6zJmgT4s/s320/Paxton+7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Syaz5MEG0pI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZwGppN0lKqY/s1600-h/Paxton+10_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415213397031965330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Syaz5MEG0pI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZwGppN0lKqY/s320/Paxton+10_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyazpwkulxI/AAAAAAAAApw/sOxpGxjx8QI/s1600-h/Paxton+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415213131954558738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyazpwkulxI/AAAAAAAAApw/sOxpGxjx8QI/s320/Paxton+11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyazQDZsi7I/AAAAAAAAApo/ZV2nZE29R0Q/s1600-h/Paxton+12_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415212690331962290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyazQDZsi7I/AAAAAAAAApo/ZV2nZE29R0Q/s320/Paxton+12_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyazC4YHzkI/AAAAAAAAApg/e7t67qzJV2Q/s1600-h/Paxton+12_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415212464034270786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyazC4YHzkI/AAAAAAAAApg/e7t67qzJV2Q/s320/Paxton+12_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyayxYTjT9I/AAAAAAAAApY/zmMi8PXT98Q/s1600-h/Paxton+12_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415212163367391186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyayxYTjT9I/AAAAAAAAApY/zmMi8PXT98Q/s320/Paxton+12_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyayjJ2OlbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kiVagh4d624/s1600-h/Paxton+13_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415211918968133042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyayjJ2OlbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kiVagh4d624/s320/Paxton+13_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyayU3zkmvI/AAAAAAAAApI/Zt0F3oOwmNo/s1600-h/Paxton+13_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415211673606986482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyayU3zkmvI/AAAAAAAAApI/Zt0F3oOwmNo/s320/Paxton+13_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyayGCxQrGI/AAAAAAAAApA/5ZzvOMuohJo/s1600-h/Paxton+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415211418852043874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyayGCxQrGI/AAAAAAAAApA/5ZzvOMuohJo/s320/Paxton+14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Syax5eNmNcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/xAQ2DPczAOQ/s1600-h/Paxton+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415211202880353730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Syax5eNmNcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/xAQ2DPczAOQ/s320/Paxton+15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Syaxkt6eKeI/AAAAAAAAAow/pkcgEBuzKfM/s1600-h/Paxton+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415210846317849058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Syaxkt6eKeI/AAAAAAAAAow/pkcgEBuzKfM/s320/Paxton+16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6277699060959395675-6004599767440286780?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6004599767440286780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6004599767440286780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6004599767440286780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6004599767440286780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-pics.html' title='New pics'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sya1QPcKyQI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Lj1wd28RZys/s72-c/Paxton+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5543673608791202153</id><published>2009-12-12T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:45:00.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on Santa's lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyO5qHZbzUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zYJNFssrf-M/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414375310220840258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyO5qHZbzUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zYJNFssrf-M/s320/santa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and dad took Paxton to their ward Christmas party and Santa was there for all of the kids.  Paxton wasnt so sure about Santa.  He didnt cry but he didnt look happy either.  He is just sitting there like who the heck is holding me.  I thought this Santa was so cute, I mean look at his beard and everything what a cute little guy. Im glad Paxton got to see Santa now I dont have to pay at the mall to get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5543673608791202153?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5543673608791202153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5543673608791202153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5543673608791202153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5543673608791202153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/sitting-on-santas-lap.html' title='Sitting on Santa&apos;s lap'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SyO5qHZbzUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zYJNFssrf-M/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-6013143358761064503</id><published>2009-12-07T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:42:40.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sx0htFudAeI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pwsN47QdLc8/s1600-h/P1000874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412519385684050402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sx0htFudAeI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pwsN47QdLc8/s320/P1000874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paxton was playing in the closet and this is what he found.  He is constantly wearing the dog harness around his neck he will also put on my tank tops.  He just sticks his head through the arm hole.  Its so funny. But he found these cat ears I wore a few years ago for Halloween.  He is so funny and is constantly making us laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-6013143358761064503?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6013143358761064503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6013143358761064503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6013143358761064503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6013143358761064503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-boy.html' title='Funny Boy'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sx0htFudAeI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pwsN47QdLc8/s72-c/P1000874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-9040083034850731755</id><published>2009-12-04T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:12:38.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in St George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlPMKL1Z7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/sMvFLVDEl6Y/s1600-h/P1000810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411443497573377970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlPMKL1Z7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/sMvFLVDEl6Y/s320/P1000810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to St. George for Thanksgiving this year with Brandon's whole family, which totalled in at 29 people. It was a blast Brandon took Paxton swimming everyday. We could never get him out of the pool and by the time we did he was nice and pruney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlO_mc7U4I/AAAAAAAAAnw/6fK6PCBeNT0/s1600-h/P1000814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411443281822962562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlO_mc7U4I/AAAAAAAAAnw/6fK6PCBeNT0/s320/P1000814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlOfUtR_iI/AAAAAAAAAno/fVNPF_iIhRw/s1600-h/P1000824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411442727303904802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlOfUtR_iI/AAAAAAAAAno/fVNPF_iIhRw/s320/P1000824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would climb out of the pool and then run and jump right in. He doesnt even look to see if anyone is there to catch him. He is totally fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlN36n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAng/Wnj_iZsjCcg/s1600-h/P1000833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411442050286793106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlN36n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAng/Wnj_iZsjCcg/s320/P1000833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is in his little turtle he can swim in the pool by himself. He kicks so hard and makes it go but usually it just turns around in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlNT6kWvUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VcNlpyHXcEU/s1600-h/P1000839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411441431796956482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlNT6kWvUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VcNlpyHXcEU/s320/P1000839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the house in St. George our room has this dog that sits on the bed for decoration. Paxton would pet and kiss the dog like it was real. I have to admit when I first saw it I thought it was, it freaked me out. He would point at it and go "woof woof."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlMoS-7CTI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/b0lP7fuPcUA/s1600-h/P1000846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411440682436593970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlMoS-7CTI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/b0lP7fuPcUA/s320/P1000846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving morning the boys headed over to the park for a big annual turkey bowl. So Paxton and I sat on the sidelines and enjoyed. Good thing for Grandma Jane that she brought this bat and ball or Paxton would of never stayed off the football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlMn_mQPyI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hWaWwmSgw-Y/s1600-h/P1000850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411440677232852770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlMn_mQPyI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hWaWwmSgw-Y/s320/P1000850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was talking to some of Brandon's family and looked over and Paxton was trying to be sneaky and open daddy's mountain dew.  It was so funny when I would look over he would look away.  It was like he was saying "Im not doing anything mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlLm8aMhmI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Q1WwI46l0Wo/s1600-h/P1000853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411439559685473890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlLm8aMhmI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Q1WwI46l0Wo/s320/P1000853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The  day after Thanksgiving we went to snow canyon and hiked around in some caves.  It was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlLXTqGx5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/I2gG6pcMjJo/s1600-h/P1000862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411439291048314770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlLXTqGx5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/I2gG6pcMjJo/s320/P1000862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Grandpa watched Paxton while we went into the caves.  But Paxton stayed behind and had his own fun playing in the dirt.  He was covered head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlLBgXmwNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fn_ivDKmGto/s1600-h/P1000864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411438916503257298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlLBgXmwNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fn_ivDKmGto/s320/P1000864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlK0Y9vHLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/esPo70G9YGU/s1600-h/P1000866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411438691177405618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlK0Y9vHLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/esPo70G9YGU/s320/P1000866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of teenage boys down there and Paxton followed them around and wanted to be just like them.  He would wear their shoes everywhere he went around the house.  It was hillarious so I had to get a few pics.   Now at home he wears whatever shoes are sitting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlKkkYZB0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/Od7H_uJGHaE/s1600-h/P1000869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411438419364087618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlKkkYZB0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/Od7H_uJGHaE/s320/P1000869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Blake and Paxton.  Blake is Paxton's favorite uncle.  It helps that he is only 9 and caters to everything Paxton wants to do.  St. George was a blast and we had so much fun with all of Brandon's family.  This post is a little late but I hope everyone had a great thanksgiving and now its less than 3 weeks til Christmas. &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-9040083034850731755?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/9040083034850731755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=9040083034850731755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/9040083034850731755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/9040083034850731755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-in-st-george.html' title='Thanksgiving in St George'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SxlPMKL1Z7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/sMvFLVDEl6Y/s72-c/P1000810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8116397947900301632</id><published>2009-11-20T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:27:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SwcHtd7GjcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZEuTCSPCytc/s1600/P1000807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406298355389599170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SwcHtd7GjcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZEuTCSPCytc/s320/P1000807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized this morning that Paxton really lives in an adult world.  Especially when he thinks his stuffed bear is his best friend.  He was sharing his food and holding the bear's hand and talking to him like he was real.  Being the only grandchild on both sides leaves him with no cousins to play with.  I try to get him together with other kids when possible but for the most part he hangs out with mom and dad.   I guess I know the solution for that would be having another baby.  But I just cant bring myself to terms with being pregnant right now.  And somedays Paxton really pushes my patience and then I think I am crazy for even entertaining the idea of another one.  If your a mom Im sure you know the feeling.  This week he has been sleeping horrible and getting up 2 times a night.  I cant remember being this tired and I dont even have a newborn in the house.  I guess I am just used to sleeping like 9 hours a night straight.  I realize how selfish that sounds and maybe I just need to jump in feet first and go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-8116397947900301632?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8116397947900301632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8116397947900301632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8116397947900301632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8116397947900301632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/11/adult-world.html' title='Adult world'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SwcHtd7GjcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZEuTCSPCytc/s72-c/P1000807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3213554494961086501</id><published>2009-11-06T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:27:11.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SvSu2Yqj00I/AAAAAAAAAlo/YwJqhnpSKeg/s1600-h/P1000797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134102481195842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SvSu2Yqj00I/AAAAAAAAAlo/YwJqhnpSKeg/s320/P1000797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this little boy so much. I have decided that once a week that Paxton and I are going to have a day for just the two of us. Now I know that I have these days almost everyday with Paxton but we are going to do stuff together. Life gets so crazy and busy that sometimes I forget to stop and look how much this little boy is growing up. I am always cleaning, working, doing laundry and everything else that sometimes I think I take this sweet boy for granite. So today we went and got lunch and took it to the park. Paxton thought this was the greatest idea ever. The weather today couldnt have been more perfect either, it was so nice outside. Next week who knows what we will do, maybe we will go to lunch and the aquarium. I just feel like I need to take him on little day trips once a week to get out of the house and to spend one on one time with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3213554494961086501?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3213554494961086501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3213554494961086501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3213554494961086501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3213554494961086501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-much-love.html' title='Too much love'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SvSu2Yqj00I/AAAAAAAAAlo/YwJqhnpSKeg/s72-c/P1000797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-6547389983978752030</id><published>2009-11-02T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:50:02.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9SQ7vf2fI/AAAAAAAAAlg/esEXsnKOuiM/s1600-h/P1020213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399624929108810226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9SQ7vf2fI/AAAAAAAAAlg/esEXsnKOuiM/s320/P1020213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ran my first half marathon on Saturday.  Since it was on Halloween we were aloud to dress up and their was this girl who ran the full 13.1 miles in a wedding dress.  Im not in this picture but I thought it was hilarious.  She had a sign that said runaway bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9RDFkIYGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/f75-nMog0oI/s1600-h/P1020215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399623591715692642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9RDFkIYGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/f75-nMog0oI/s320/P1020215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me at mile 10 and I am just getting a drink and walking for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9QwC2gFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ri4sluCEJoA/s1600-h/P1020216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399623264569922722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9QwC2gFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ri4sluCEJoA/s320/P1020216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me at mile 12 and look at my face.  I am pretty tired by this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9QhCZO1dI/AAAAAAAAAlI/iP11YwdBaW0/s1600-h/P1020219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399623006749119954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9QhCZO1dI/AAAAAAAAAlI/iP11YwdBaW0/s320/P1020219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I come approaching the finish line.  I was so tired by this point all I wanted to do was cross the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9PZQLeJRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FOOPZ9nu1Vk/s1600-h/P1020220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399621773498918162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9PZQLeJRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FOOPZ9nu1Vk/s320/P1020220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is me, Teresa, and Jennica.  We have been training together since July for this run.  I seriously love these girls and was so glad I had them by my side for this amazing race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9PID6_BII/AAAAAAAAAk4/bCU3vdUvKhg/s1600-h/P1020222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399621478150767746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9PID6_BII/AAAAAAAAAk4/bCU3vdUvKhg/s320/P1020222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom brought Paxton down and came to a couple of the stops to cheer me on.  Also my friends Bailey and Megan were there to support me.  This race was one of the hardest things I have done mentally and physically.  I loved everystep of it and I am seriously so proud of myself.  I didnt finish in the time I wish I would of.  It took me 2 hours and 21 minutes and I was hoping for 2 hours and 10 minutes.  But I am doing one in St George so hopefully I can redeem myself.  Thanks everyone for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-6547389983978752030?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6547389983978752030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6547389983978752030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6547389983978752030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6547389983978752030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/11/half-marathon.html' title='Half Marathon'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Su9SQ7vf2fI/AAAAAAAAAlg/esEXsnKOuiM/s72-c/P1020213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4422181107737413887</id><published>2009-10-26T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:14:27.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Jamiee and Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW6mNCXRoI/AAAAAAAAAko/3vEL2TZoKYs/s1600-h/P1000763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396924893970777730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW6mNCXRoI/AAAAAAAAAko/3vEL2TZoKYs/s320/P1000763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby sister got married on Saturday at Draper Temple. She looked so pretty and I am so excited for her and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW6afAXBcI/AAAAAAAAAkg/uTxsGUBAKd4/s1600-h/P1000766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396924692635780546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW6afAXBcI/AAAAAAAAAkg/uTxsGUBAKd4/s320/P1000766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW6Gk8KO6I/AAAAAAAAAkY/_DosD_Aysv8/s1600-h/P1000767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396924350631394210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW6Gk8KO6I/AAAAAAAAAkY/_DosD_Aysv8/s320/P1000767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister is moving to Wyoming. She left yesterday to do some honeymooning and then she will end up in Wyoming where she will be living. We dont always get along but I realized when we said good bye yesterday that I am really going to miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW58uMgFkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2zLGfM7_Z48/s1600-h/P1000771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396924181317162562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW58uMgFkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2zLGfM7_Z48/s320/P1000771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We couldnt get Paxton to take a family picture with us so its just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW570W-MuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/g7oouCeYDHU/s1600-h/P1000774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396924165791822562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW570W-MuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/g7oouCeYDHU/s320/P1000774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is why we couldnt get a picture. My brother brought toys for Paxton to play with at the temple. Which we were glad but he didnt want to take any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW5g5q4H3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/aRNPTJKGMIk/s1600-h/P1000776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396923703361019762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW5g5q4H3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/aRNPTJKGMIk/s320/P1000776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even had Derek at the temple. We didnt want him to feel left out. He was really bummed that he was not here. But he is where he should be and that is serving a mission in Texas. Saturday was an amazing day and her reception turned out perfect. Congratulations Jamiee and Sam. We love you.&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/6277699060959395675-4422181107737413887?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4422181107737413887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4422181107737413887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4422181107737413887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4422181107737413887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/10/congratulations-jamiee.html' title='Congratulations Jamiee and Sam!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SuW6mNCXRoI/AAAAAAAAAko/3vEL2TZoKYs/s72-c/P1000763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5580273190423517648</id><published>2009-10-19T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:12:33.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 months</title><content type='html'>Paxton will be 18 months on Sunday.  I cant believe how fast the time went.  He went to the doctor today for his 18 month check up.  He weighs 28 lbs and 13 ounces.  He is 34 inches tall.  That puts him in the 75% for both.  He is huge!!  All in all she said he is really healthy and progressing right along.  He also will go to nursery on Sunday for the first time.  Yea!  I think it will be good for him since he doesnt really spend a whole lot of time with other little kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5580273190423517648?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5580273190423517648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5580273190423517648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5580273190423517648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5580273190423517648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/10/18-months.html' title='18 months'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1131552586230354978</id><published>2009-10-18T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:18:58.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu8UncRYiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-QYhmfLLs90/s1600-h/P1000731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394112041077269026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu8UncRYiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-QYhmfLLs90/s320/P1000731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the zoo this weekend with my family.  This is the first time I have taken Paxton this year and he had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu8EdzazcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/L6PH8Pvv4Mk/s1600-h/P1000738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394111763612093890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu8EdzazcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/L6PH8Pvv4Mk/s320/P1000738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at how cute the baby elephant is.  She was so active while we were there.  She was playing with this ball and playing in the water.  She was so tiny compared to her mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu7yirsIDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8oumVuiItog/s1600-h/P1000743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394111455684206642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu7yirsIDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8oumVuiItog/s320/P1000743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the really cool animals, Paxton was more entertained by the peacocks.  All he wanted to do was climb over the fence and play with the peacocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu5bd0DTBI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wI-3-FB0LPU/s1600-h/P1000749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394108860216855570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu5bd0DTBI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wI-3-FB0LPU/s320/P1000749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also thought riding on the rhino was pretty cool, but there was other kids in line so he couldnt play very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu4ZGHNzSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gebZRewHOG0/s1600-h/P1000750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394107719983418658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu4ZGHNzSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gebZRewHOG0/s320/P1000750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother Garet, Paxton, me, Brandon, and my dad.  We had so much fun as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu3nVXsU7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TEY1-kAWWZs/s1600-h/P1000751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394106865085600690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu3nVXsU7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TEY1-kAWWZs/s320/P1000751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get a cute picture of Paxton and daddy but Paxton wanted to run all over the place instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu2Uosx6fI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9-R_kGRgx20/s1600-h/P1000753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394105444345178610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu2Uosx6fI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9-R_kGRgx20/s320/P1000753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His other favorite animal was this little cat.  He stood there for seriously 10 minutes and when we took him away he threw a tantrum.  I have no idea why Paxton seems so amused with some of the dumbest animals at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu1OCA5rHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uADKNHBX_ns/s1600-h/P1000756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394104231369747570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu1OCA5rHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uADKNHBX_ns/s320/P1000756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by far this was Paxtons favorite part at the zoo.  He played in the water forever.  I made him wait until we were getting ready to leave because I knew he would be soaking wet.  I had to strip him and let him ride home in just his diaper.  Going to the zoo in the fall was so fun, all of the animals were very active and the temperature was perfect.  It was fun to spend time with Brandon, especially since he works a lot.  Thanks babe for an awesome weekend with the fam.&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/6277699060959395675-1131552586230354978?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1131552586230354978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1131552586230354978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1131552586230354978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1131552586230354978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-zoo.html' title='Trip to the zoo'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Stu8UncRYiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-QYhmfLLs90/s72-c/P1000731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-764385948292265783</id><published>2009-10-05T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:33:35.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Paxton</title><content type='html'>Dear Paxton, today I was never more ready when bedtime rolled around. I put you to bed at 7:45 and let you cry yourself to sleep. It took you about 10 minutes. But if I wouldnt have put you to bed I just might have completely lost my sanity. I love you so much but today was one of those days that you really tried my patience. We started out the day by 8:00 am and you had a very poopy diaper on. I went to throw it away and when I came back you had already climbed out the doggy door and were soaking wet and cold. You then decided that you needed to put all of the dog food into their water dish so the food was all soggy. I managed to make breakfast without too much trouble. While trying to clean up breakfast you insisted on climbing on the couch and putting both knees up on the banister which if you fell that is a good 8 foot drop to tile. Everytime I got you down and told you no you just went right back up there and turned and laughed. So the dishes will have to wait for you to go down for a nap. Finally by 11:30 I couldnt handle you anymore so I put you down for a nap and got to the dishes. Your nap was short lived you were up by 12:30. I decided I didnt want to make an effort to try and clean up after you so I let you have free reign of the house. Which is now a disaster. Finally I decided we needed to get out of the house. I sent you with daddy to grandmas and I got to get out and run. Which by the way is a great way to let out frustration. After I took you to the grocery store where you proceeded to scream up and down every isle. I swore I never would be one of those moms who let their kids cry in public and make a big scene. But unfortunately I just ignored you and finished my shopping because I didnt want to give in and open up food in the store that I had not bought yet. So when we got home I started to make dinner and you sat and screamed at my leg because I wasnt paying attention to you. I got you in your high chair and you decided you werent hungry and poured your glass of water all over and made a big mess. So I stuck you in your bed and let you cry. But now dinner is cleaned up and the house is quiet and after a few deep breaths I realize how much I love you but I am worn out for the day. Sleep well Paxton and please dont wake up before 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-764385948292265783?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/764385948292265783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=764385948292265783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/764385948292265783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/764385948292265783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-paxton.html' title='Dear Paxton'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-6263729428412190140</id><published>2009-09-15T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:50:00.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SrBfLKpn1iI/AAAAAAAAAio/D5Rh0iHUhxo/s1600-h/P1000705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381906200149874210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SrBfLKpn1iI/AAAAAAAAAio/D5Rh0iHUhxo/s320/P1000705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have a little monkey on my hands.  The other day Paxton was taking a nap and then I heard him wake up but I was right in the middle of something so I didnt go get him.  After about 5 minutes I heard this huge thump followed by crying.  I went into his room and he had crawled out of his crib and landed flat on his back.  So that made me really worried that he was going to keep climbing out of his crib.  He has been climbing all over everything.  He crawls up on my kitchen table, the couches, and up on the desk where we keep the computer.  So I turned his crib into a toddler bed.  He now has gone to bed 2 nights in a row without getting out of his bed.  Not to mention how cool he thinks he is.  I still feel like he is way too young and should be my little baby forever.  But I dont want him to break an arm or a leg climbing out of his crib.  So if this toddler bed thing doesnt work out then I guess I am going to have to rig up a net or something to put over his crib so he cant get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-6263729428412190140?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6263729428412190140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6263729428412190140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6263729428412190140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6263729428412190140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-boy.html' title='Big boy'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SrBfLKpn1iI/AAAAAAAAAio/D5Rh0iHUhxo/s72-c/P1000705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8588339787631682131</id><published>2009-09-09T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:09:48.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Bread</title><content type='html'>Ok so I love fall and the yummy foods that are perfect for the season.  A couple of days ago I made the best pumpkin bread ever.  Now Im not an amazing cook but I will say this turned out awesome and I am guilty of eating like an entire loaf by myself.   I was going to share because I made 2 loafs but Brandon came in and said "I thought you made 2 loafs?"  So anyway Im sharing the recipe because it is so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pumpkin Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 3/4 c. flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/2 c. sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 tsp. nutmeg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/8 tsp. ground cloves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 c. melted butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/3 c. water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 c. pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 egg beaten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mix first 7 ingredients in bowl and make a well in the center.  Mix the rest of the ingredients together and then pour into the well of dry ingredients.  Mix thoroughly and Bake at 350 for 1 hour.  This only makes 1 loaf so I doubled it to make 2 loafs.  You can also add chocolate chips but I really think its better without.  Enjoy  I know I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-8588339787631682131?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8588339787631682131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8588339787631682131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8588339787631682131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8588339787631682131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/09/pumpkin-bread.html' title='Pumpkin Bread'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-5888015824245712141</id><published>2009-09-05T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:45:29.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help please!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have had a red blackberry pearl for just over a year and it broke about a month ago so I call T mobile and my warranty had expired 5 days before.  Well a week before Brandon asked me if he could use my upgrade that I had on my number so he could get a new phone.  I said yes because I love my phone and dont want a new one.  Well then mine breaks so I have been using his old blackberry pearl because he just a got a blackberry curve.  Well his old one just bit the dust yesterday and I went through the closet and found my old flip phone to use.  I HATE IT.  I cant figure how to text on the stupid thing because its not a keyboard and I desperatly miss my old phone so much.  So I am frantically looking for a blackberry pearl again because I am going through withdrawels.  So keep your eyes open for a new phone for me.  Thanks! Oh and we have t mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5888015824245712141?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5888015824245712141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5888015824245712141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5888015824245712141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5888015824245712141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/09/help-please.html' title='Help please!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-6210048835538269734</id><published>2009-08-28T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:19:16.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Spf0UxDkUPI/AAAAAAAAAig/IFBe37z2Ohk/s1600-h/P1010893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375033317892837618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Spf0UxDkUPI/AAAAAAAAAig/IFBe37z2Ohk/s320/P1010893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well after my last post I thought I better make it up with something happy.  I just got this picture in an email yesterday from my mom and dad.  My mom babysits Paxton twice a week.  Paxton loves her one dog Abby so much.  He hugs her when he gets there in the morning and he follows her everywhere.  Abby was trying to get away from him and crawled under the computer desk but Paxton went under there with her.  I thought this was the cutest picture.  I love Paxton so much and I am so grateful he is in my life.  I wouldnt change anything about him.  And sometimes being a mom can be so emotional and overwhelming, but I love every second of it.  It is also so rewarding and exciting.  I love you bud I cant believe you are getting so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-6210048835538269734?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6210048835538269734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6210048835538269734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6210048835538269734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6210048835538269734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-friend.html' title='Little friend'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Spf0UxDkUPI/AAAAAAAAAig/IFBe37z2Ohk/s72-c/P1010893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3369263784120004816</id><published>2009-08-27T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:55:32.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days..</title><content type='html'>I have just had one of those days where I have become really depressed.  Everyonce in a while I wake up and have that day when everything seems to go wrong.  For those of you know me really well know that I have become obsessed with working out and losing weight.  I started in March and did really well with dropping 2 pants sizes and losing 16 pounds.  But lately I have been super discouraged.  I havent lost any weight in over a month and I still work out like crazy.  And I feel like I sacrifice so much, like diet coke:)  And well today I put on my clothes and I spent 20 minutes trying to find something to wear and went through like 4 outfits.  I just felt really frumpy and fat this morning and kind of had a melt down.   Thanks to my wonderful husband who made me feel a little better by saying I look good in anything.  I guess I just have to realize that my body is never going to look the same again.  I would never change having Paxton because it is well worth it, but every once in a while I just wish I could look like I used to.  I dont remember having to watch what I eat and having to actually work out.  Since when did looking good take so much effort??  And I hate all of those people out there who are skinny as a rail and wear like a freakin size 0!! And eat whatever the heck they feel like.  I want to just sit down in my pajamas and have a big bowl of icecream and a brownie and not care how many calories I am eating or how long I will have to work out to work it off.  And maybe I shouldnt be so hard on myself because I have come a long way.  Well I guess thats all and for everyone who has had a baby and sometimes feels this way I am with you all the way!  And for those of you who have had a baby and dont feel this way because this isnt an issue,  then I HATE YOU!  Have a great day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3369263784120004816?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3369263784120004816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3369263784120004816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3369263784120004816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3369263784120004816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days..'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-2616925322507041446</id><published>2009-08-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:17:51.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always into mischief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SpF4-H_n7cI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SmDJYL1iHHc/s1600-h/P1000668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373208839122841026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SpF4-H_n7cI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SmDJYL1iHHc/s320/P1000668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its hard to see in this picture but he is up on our tv stand crawling around putting his little hands all over the tv.  We got a new black tv stand about a week ago and it sits down lower than our last one and has a little more space in front of the tv.  So he thinks he is so funny to get up there.  He climbs up on everything hes like a little monkey.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-2616925322507041446?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2616925322507041446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=2616925322507041446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2616925322507041446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2616925322507041446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/always-into-mischief.html' title='Always into mischief'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SpF4-H_n7cI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SmDJYL1iHHc/s72-c/P1000668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8378911059225946738</id><published>2009-08-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:11:04.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobiznLUPOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X-vvxWUB8jA/s1600-h/P1000654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370228982003547362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobiznLUPOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X-vvxWUB8jA/s320/P1000654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning it was raining so hard and Paxton wanted to go outside. So I put his slicker pants, raincoat, and water shoes on and we went outside to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobizPCCUNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Wj27coVpRXw/s1600-h/P1000656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370228975522173138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobizPCCUNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Wj27coVpRXw/s320/P1000656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobieyCAWDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1bzz25d2dn8/s1600-h/P1000657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370228624140032050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobieyCAWDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1bzz25d2dn8/s320/P1000657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobieM9XmcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3wfyf-yS_tU/s1600-h/P1000658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370228614188472770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobieM9XmcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3wfyf-yS_tU/s320/P1000658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was having so much fun splashing in all of the puddles. He even laid down a couple of times and was splashing with his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobidiGkUTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2qar5WTSjW0/s1600-h/P1000661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370228602684330290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobidiGkUTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2qar5WTSjW0/s320/P1000661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The garage was open and he got his four wheeler out and started riding around on it in the rain.  I have to say it was a blast to go out and play in the rain with him.  I even splashed around in the puddles with him.  Afterwards we came inside and had a nice warm bath so Paxton wouldnt get sick.  I love rainy days especially in the summer.&lt;br /&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/6277699060959395675-8378911059225946738?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8378911059225946738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8378911059225946738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8378911059225946738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8378911059225946738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-in-rain.html' title='Playing in the rain!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SobiznLUPOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X-vvxWUB8jA/s72-c/P1000654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8997899341084804612</id><published>2009-08-03T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:16:56.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndqDPK2fxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1qTvp1lUd8E/s1600-h/P1000479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365874084879433490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndqDPK2fxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1qTvp1lUd8E/s320/P1000479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow we have been so busy this last month. I took Paxton to California with Brandon's whole family. It was his first time going on a plane and he was really good. I would never go any longer than to California with him though. Brandon had to stay home and work but we had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndqCogKNQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/EmsGEfebAps/s1600-h/P1000481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365874074499822850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndqCogKNQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/EmsGEfebAps/s320/P1000481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Jane brought this chair for Paxton and he loved to sit in it under the umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndqCdByRJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/xvIDNBxdhxU/s1600-h/P1000487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365874071419634834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndqCdByRJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/xvIDNBxdhxU/s320/P1000487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so good at the beach, he even took a nap when he got tired which was good so that I didnt have to take him back to the condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndqCCWKMII/AAAAAAAAAgk/HsVbutss8ao/s1600-h/P1000495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365874064257331330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndqCCWKMII/AAAAAAAAAgk/HsVbutss8ao/s320/P1000495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had so much fun at the condo they had swimming pools and big grassy areas to play with the other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndpRmkJGlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Zbfkt-ruRGc/s1600-h/P1000499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365873232166066770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndpRmkJGlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Zbfkt-ruRGc/s320/P1000499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He seemed to be fastinated with the fact that our suitcase was sitting empty on the floor. Every morning he would get into it and play. We were so lucky Paxton and I had our own place to ourselves. With our own kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. Thanks to Brandons awesome parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndpRVWEuwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/iZ87Q_sQjIY/s1600-h/P1000505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365873227543657218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndpRVWEuwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/iZ87Q_sQjIY/s320/P1000505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent hours just playing in the sand.  But boy was he fun to clean up at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndpQwEHiBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/j248cPf7enM/s1600-h/P1000507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365873217536231442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndpQwEHiBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/j248cPf7enM/s320/P1000507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndompsOQxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sh8UUwaU9G0/s1600-h/P1000516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365872494270890770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndompsOQxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sh8UUwaU9G0/s320/P1000516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to help all the kids build sand castles. Mostly he just climbed all over them and got in the way. He would also knock down everything they were working on. Eventually they gave up and let him join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndomZpTasI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jBvANZ-LXNM/s1600-h/P1000526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365872489963678402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndomZpTasI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jBvANZ-LXNM/s320/P1000526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Sea world while we were down there and Paxton wanted to walk around with his aunts and not be in the stroller. I thought this pic was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sndol2OVYvI/AAAAAAAAAf0/qOpfB9Qv-dc/s1600-h/P1000531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365872480455320306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sndol2OVYvI/AAAAAAAAAf0/qOpfB9Qv-dc/s320/P1000531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paxton and I at the shark encounter. I got him to hold still long enough to snap a picture with him but he wasnt very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sndn8sNQM6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/nogF6yVVdlE/s1600-h/P1000543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365871773391795106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sndn8sNQM6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/nogF6yVVdlE/s320/P1000543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton loved putting his hands in the water and touching the sting rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sndn8TaqUuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/G6M8FmNsAe4/s1600-h/P1000546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365871766737146594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sndn8TaqUuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/G6M8FmNsAe4/s320/P1000546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this picture Paxton is watching the Shamu show. He loved to watch all of the shows and was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sndn8KdP2zI/AAAAAAAAAfc/k6QB-pOU0TU/s1600-h/P1000570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365871764332075826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sndn8KdP2zI/AAAAAAAAAfc/k6QB-pOU0TU/s320/P1000570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Jane bought a popcorn that could be refilled for 2 bucks when ever we wanted it and Paxton ate like 2 bucket fulls by himself. Then he thought it was fun to put the bucket on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndnVvaREZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AtQaRujZ9P4/s1600-h/P1000572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365871104236786066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndnVvaREZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AtQaRujZ9P4/s320/P1000572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Brandon's sisters and one of his brothers. I had so much fun with them at sea world it made me feel like a teenager again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndnVeL_EMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/I2nY73VA0hg/s1600-h/P1000575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365871099613483202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndnVeL_EMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/I2nY73VA0hg/s320/P1000575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent one day with all of the girls on the trip going to the spa and getting pedicures and our eyebrows waxed. Then we went shopping and went to a really yummy yogurt place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndnUw5OHwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3OumksnpJu4/s1600-h/P1000579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365871087455182594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndnUw5OHwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3OumksnpJu4/s320/P1000579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is some of the group on the last day at the beach. There was 35 of us total and it was such a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndmYObpTOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5ELeYck4RFE/s1600-h/P1000593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365870047412178146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndmYObpTOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5ELeYck4RFE/s320/P1000593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Paxton and Grandpa Chris. Chris was burying Paxton and he loved it. He just sat there the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndmX_xXvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/va7HWXzZeMk/s1600-h/P1000600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365870043476770066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndmX_xXvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/va7HWXzZeMk/s320/P1000600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Paxton at the airport waiting to board the plane. He decided that all he wanted to do was lay down with his blanket and bottle in the middle of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndmXfD27FI/AAAAAAAAAes/U8D-LcO4amw/s1600-h/P1000605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365870034695941202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndmXfD27FI/AAAAAAAAAes/U8D-LcO4amw/s320/P1000605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have also gone camping twice in July with my family and it was so much fun. Paxton loves to go camping and play in the dirt. He gets so dirty though so its good that my parents have a 5th wheel so we can bathe Paxton everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndlzSCYs9I/AAAAAAAAAek/L6FPCs7iz6I/s1600-h/P1000611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365869412724814802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndlzSCYs9I/AAAAAAAAAek/L6FPCs7iz6I/s320/P1000611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton and daddy going for a ride in our new toy that we like to call the "monster." Well July has been a blast and sad enough we dont have nearly as many fun plans for August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndlbsbfPUI/AAAAAAAAAec/BUU1vobnywA/s1600-h/P1000614.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndlbSoViaI/AAAAAAAAAeU/vAtv4GZ-_ls/s1600-h/P1000611.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndlauEjjlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/JlkT9GtRfvU/s1600-h/P1000605.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndlaQLSziI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NS8XNm0O6YU/s1600-h/P1000600.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-8997899341084804612?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8997899341084804612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8997899341084804612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8997899341084804612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8997899341084804612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-in-july.html' title='Fun in July!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SndqDPK2fxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1qTvp1lUd8E/s72-c/P1000479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1298501324649889827</id><published>2009-07-28T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:51:18.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sm-OZBWsstI/AAAAAAAAAd8/bedi0Mjv_I8/s1600-h/P1000624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363662241733063378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sm-OZBWsstI/AAAAAAAAAd8/bedi0Mjv_I8/s320/P1000624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So on the 24th of July I ran my 2nd 10k.  And I wasnt going to post anything about it because Im sure everybody is sick of hearing about all my running.  But I beat my time by 3 minutes.  Which I cant tell you how super proud I am of myself.  I ran it in 60 minutes and 20 seconds.  I have worked so hard and have come so far in just a few months.  Well there has been a ton going on around here so more pics to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-1298501324649889827?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1298501324649889827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1298501324649889827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1298501324649889827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1298501324649889827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-proud.html' title='Super Proud'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sm-OZBWsstI/AAAAAAAAAd8/bedi0Mjv_I8/s72-c/P1000624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5868545840624380298</id><published>2009-07-06T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:17:16.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10K and 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKf4lC1CII/AAAAAAAAAd0/mANKEvMtIr8/s1600-h/P1000460.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKf4LSgQCI/AAAAAAAAAds/iux5ceBlsCQ/s1600-h/P1000457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355518694348832802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKf4LSgQCI/AAAAAAAAAds/iux5ceBlsCQ/s320/P1000457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ran my first 10k on Saturday and I loved it. It was called the freedom run and was in provo. There was so many people I couldn't believe it. I finished in 63 minutes and 29 seconds. Not the best time ever. I was hoping to finish in about 60 minutes but I gave it my all. Plus I was way sick all of last week and had to take a ton of medicine before I could race just so I could function. But there is always the 24th of July to redeem myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKfkl0kv9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/et4KJPbryEs/s1600-h/P1000462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355518357873672146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKfkl0kv9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/et4KJPbryEs/s320/P1000462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres my cute mom that went down there with me and supported me. Thanks Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKfkZK71wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f2IEHas01uU/s1600-h/P1000461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355518354477799170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKfkZK71wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f2IEHas01uU/s320/P1000461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom made a friend while sitting on the sidelines and this is her daughter and we run about the same pace so I think I have a new running partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKfO4fPZEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Ir5RxO0Wv4o/s1600-h/P1000468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517984927343682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKfO4fPZEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Ir5RxO0Wv4o/s320/P1000468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4th of July was great but Paxton was way tired and he totally fell asleep outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKfOn2fBMI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jI0l2_6guJU/s1600-h/P1000464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517980461434050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKfOn2fBMI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jI0l2_6guJU/s320/P1000464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We always make home made ice cream on the 4th of July. Paxton was helping papa put ice in the machine. 4th of July was great and Paxton loved the fire works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5868545840624380298?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5868545840624380298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5868545840624380298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5868545840624380298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5868545840624380298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/07/10k-and-4th-of-july.html' title='10K and 4th of July'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SlKf4LSgQCI/AAAAAAAAAds/iux5ceBlsCQ/s72-c/P1000457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4427344037853994481</id><published>2009-06-29T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:45:56.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SkjgrwJctVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LBKiKAO6W40/s1600-h/P1000454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352775199393363282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SkjgrwJctVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LBKiKAO6W40/s320/P1000454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been so busy lately that we usually leave the house in the morning before even turning on the tv.  Paxton used to watch disney channel every morning.  Well this morning we are just taking it easy and he walked over to the tv and was hitting it.  So I turned it on and he went and sat in his swim toy with his blanket and was watching Mickey Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SkjgeA-ztTI/AAAAAAAAAc8/oCmnw95qFTo/s1600-h/P1000455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352774963393967410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SkjgeA-ztTI/AAAAAAAAAc8/oCmnw95qFTo/s320/P1000455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When they started to sing he got up and walked to the tv and started dancing.  He was so cute and it made me feel bad that we have been so busy that we havent just chilled at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-4427344037853994481?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4427344037853994481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4427344037853994481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4427344037853994481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4427344037853994481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/06/watching-tv.html' title='Watching TV'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SkjgrwJctVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LBKiKAO6W40/s72-c/P1000454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1272462918023137517</id><published>2009-06-18T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:52:00.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!</title><content type='html'>I am in seriously in need of ideas for Father's Day.  What do I get Brandon?  Any ideas? I am desperate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-1272462918023137517?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1272462918023137517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1272462918023137517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1272462918023137517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1272462918023137517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/06/help.html' title='HELP!!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-3034930949085463576</id><published>2009-06-17T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:41:17.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate vacations!</title><content type='html'>Ok so can I tell you that I hate vacations.  I went 6 days without working out and I ate like crap!  I came home and it took all I had in me to run 3 miles without killing myself.  Now I will have to work so hard for the next week just to get back to where I was before I left.  Now there is only 2 1/2 weeks until my 10k and I have fallen like 2 weeks behind.  And I am way too afraid to even set foot on a scale because I probably gained like 10 pounds.  Yesterday was our 4 year anniversary and Brandon was taking me to a dinner and a movie.  When we got to the movie I was feeling so sick so we decided to go home.  But before we got home we had to stop so I could throw up.  Yuck!! Happy anniversary to me.  Ha ha oh well there is always next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3034930949085463576?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3034930949085463576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3034930949085463576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3034930949085463576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3034930949085463576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-vacations.html' title='I hate vacations!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-5916602857583541723</id><published>2009-06-16T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:24:55.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjeyCbBCe0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/MPnUfRJLSjY/s1600-h/P1000391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347938837207350082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjeyCbBCe0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/MPnUfRJLSjY/s320/P1000391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just got back from Lake Powell with Brandon's family and we had a blast!  While they were trying to beach the houseboat I was trying to keep Paxton busy and out of the way down in our room.  He thought he was being so sneaky by getting in the chip bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjeyB1ildqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DOUgJsCjytI/s1600-h/P1000392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347938827147507362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjeyB1ildqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DOUgJsCjytI/s320/P1000392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so proud of himself when he finally got the chip all by himself.  Well little did we know that while we were downstairs that this trip was going to be the most eventful ever.  Pretty soon I heard a really loud noise and so I went upstairs to see what it was.   Sure enough somebody had let go of the rope and it was stuck in the prop.  Well before we knew it the rope was stuck in both props.  Brandon swam down there and got the rope out of the props.  After that we continued to anchor down the houseboat and while we were getting the anchors in the houseboat started to make this really loud beeping noise.  It was telling us there was water in the engines.  We went and checked and both engines and the generator were almost all the way under water.  Well to make a long story short we were sinking.  We had to get buckets and take turns bailing out water for hours until we could borrow enough manual bilge pumps to get the water out.  We finally beached the houseboat sideways so that way we couldnt sink.  But our bedroom was a good foot and a half under water.  It was the biggest mess.  Finally we just realized we were screwed and nobody was coming to help us until the next day.  So we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjexpHLBzaI/AAAAAAAAAck/Ujy_3YBnxWI/s1600-h/P1000393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347938402383809954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjexpHLBzaI/AAAAAAAAAck/Ujy_3YBnxWI/s320/P1000393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day we decided there was nothing else we could do until they came to help so we just played all day.  So we played on the boats and wave runners.  We went to dangling rope to get more ice so that we could try to salvage any food we have left since the fridges didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sjexo71UIYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/10GC0Srr2U0/s1600-h/P1000395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347938399339946370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sjexo71UIYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/10GC0Srr2U0/s320/P1000395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton loved playing on the beach.  He would sit there for hours until I made him go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjexUfvNbAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_RxnVsdKbTs/s1600-h/P1000403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347938048200764418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjexUfvNbAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_RxnVsdKbTs/s320/P1000403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved swimming in the water with Brandon and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjexUGTckGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/dBcDsZbOsOA/s1600-h/P1000407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347938041373429858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjexUGTckGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/dBcDsZbOsOA/s320/P1000407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton wanted to do everything Brandon did.  He wanted to play out in the deep water without his life jacket or floaty.  He thought he was such a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjexThok2kI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yh1pNozQHX4/s1600-h/P1000416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347938031529941570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjexThok2kI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yh1pNozQHX4/s320/P1000416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Paxton playing in the water.  He loved to splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjewwWcAw3I/AAAAAAAAAb8/GJbWKmASiZw/s1600-h/P1000420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347937427229033330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjewwWcAw3I/AAAAAAAAAb8/GJbWKmASiZw/s320/P1000420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is all boy in this picture.  Pushing his truck into a big mud hole. Boys and mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjewwKFACxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XVFuE5taUGI/s1600-h/P1000421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347937423911291666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjewwKFACxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XVFuE5taUGI/s320/P1000421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving dad a good splash in the face.  Well finally the yacht service came about 5:00.  They dived under and found out that the prop had seperated from the boat and there was a 3 inch hole that was letting water come in really fast.  They got rags hammered into the hole and pumped out all of the water.  They got the other engine to turn on and then told us to grab one change of clothes and get off the boat.  They said the boat had to be immediately pulled out of the water before it sank.  So we got on the ski boats and went into the marina to wait for the boat to come in.  Finally at 10:00 they had the boat pulled off the water and had it up on a big trailer in the dry storage.  We had no food or bedding or a place to sleep.  The yacht service was super nice and told us we could stay on an extra houseboat that they use for work purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sjewvrh5urI/AAAAAAAAAbs/11dJ0WJSiP4/s1600-h/P1000426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347937415711013554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sjewvrh5urI/AAAAAAAAAbs/11dJ0WJSiP4/s320/P1000426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day we just packed up the ski boats and took them out to play for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjewMuvLqKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9y-549NQgL4/s1600-h/P1000433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347936815276599458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjewMuvLqKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9y-549NQgL4/s320/P1000433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long day of playing we came back to hang out at the houseboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjewMJsGLEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Buc1TDhBm8Y/s1600-h/P1000437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347936805331545154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjewMJsGLEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Buc1TDhBm8Y/s320/P1000437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the houseboat we got to stay on was really crappy so the guy who designed the whole marina felt bad for us and he let us come and hang out on this houseboat which is called the Big Dog.  It was so amazing inside and the biggest housboat there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjevsfHS1xI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oY_4h9H4QlE/s1600-h/P1000436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347936261326952210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjevsfHS1xI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oY_4h9H4QlE/s320/P1000436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the famous Rigatony that we got to stay on.  Im not complaining because it was free but nothing like our houseboat that was built in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sjevrw_QE4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/1ZYpN7E8aVI/s1600-h/P1000443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347936248945185666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sjevrw_QE4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/1ZYpN7E8aVI/s320/P1000443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a ton of fun on Sunday.  We hooked up with Tyler and Sam and let the boys play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjevEW54NTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fpvbDZ-R8pI/s1600-h/P1000447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347935571928429874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjevEW54NTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fpvbDZ-R8pI/s320/P1000447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Tyler out in the water with the boys.  Thanks to them we had the best lunch that we had the whole trip.  We had plenty of junk food but all of our meat had  gone bad because of the lack of a generator to keep the fridges going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjevECcsUpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/WFwoF6hYSiw/s1600-h/P1000445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347935566437307026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjevECcsUpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/WFwoF6hYSiw/s320/P1000445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how cute the twins are.  They were eating suckers.  Well this trip may have been a disaster but it will be one that our family will remember forever.  It ended up being one of the best trips to Lake Powell but I am glad to be home.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5916602857583541723?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5916602857583541723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5916602857583541723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5916602857583541723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5916602857583541723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/06/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SjeyCbBCe0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/MPnUfRJLSjY/s72-c/P1000391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3330546624759825635</id><published>2009-06-06T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:36:38.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5k!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SirSFb-viaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/z0Co2gpd_p8/s1600-h/P1000378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344314898680613282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SirSFb-viaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/z0Co2gpd_p8/s320/P1000378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I ran a 5k with my brother and my friend Bailey.  The Salt Lake City Police department sponsered it and all of the proceeds went to the Shriners Hospital for children.  So it was great to run for a good cause.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SirR4WToifI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Q1dPsUuFZig/s1600-h/P1000382.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344314673819322866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SirR4WToifI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Q1dPsUuFZig/s320/P1000382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Here I am nearing the finish line and I finished in 31 minutes and 6 seconds.  Which isnt the greatest time but was still good for me.  Especially since a lot of it was a up hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SirRrbzkZsI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yEsv6NIwEsQ/s1600-h/P1000387.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344314451957147330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SirRrbzkZsI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yEsv6NIwEsQ/s320/P1000387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SirRZFB7qOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OgskRICUaZs/s1600-h/P1000388.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344314136605731042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SirRZFB7qOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OgskRICUaZs/s320/P1000388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards they had muffins, oranges, and gaterade.  This was a really fun race and I cant wait until my 10k next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3330546624759825635?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3330546624759825635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3330546624759825635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3330546624759825635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3330546624759825635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/06/5k.html' title='5k!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SirSFb-viaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/z0Co2gpd_p8/s72-c/P1000378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1763883911418150692</id><published>2009-05-24T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:56:40.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Husband!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/ShoHSBTvkWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nlggdUDIbKM/s1600-h/P1000348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339588314371428706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/ShoHSBTvkWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nlggdUDIbKM/s320/P1000348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so yesterday I was shopping at Lowes with my mom and I said to her how bad I really wish I had a front loader washer.  She said lets go see if they have a good price on one.  We were talking to the guy over the appliance department and he said let me check other stores.(FYI my dad is a manager at Lowes and he is not aloud to give me a good deal because I am his daughter, stupid I know)  So he called the sandy store and the appliance manager said that if I wanted blue ones that he would sell me the set for $1000.  I said no,and then asked what about just the washer and he said he could give it to me for $575.  So I called and told Brandon about it and said one day I would like to get them.  Then he said you should get them ,I will buy them for you.  I was like really?  I told him I really only needed the washer but he said he wanted me to have the whole set.  Well they got delivered today and I love love love them!  Thanks so much hunny!  Oh and if anybody needs a new washer or dryer we are selling ours.  They are only a few years old and in great condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-1763883911418150692?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1763883911418150692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1763883911418150692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1763883911418150692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1763883911418150692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-my-husband.html' title='I love my Husband!!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/ShoHSBTvkWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nlggdUDIbKM/s72-c/P1000348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5205394403740904241</id><published>2009-05-17T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:09:59.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimsuit Party!</title><content type='html'>I am having a swimsuit party this Thursday the 21st from 6-8 pm.  It is at 13283 Cornerwood Dr (1000 east).  Come check out the really cute swimsuits and just hang out.  If you have any question email me at &lt;a href="mailto:ashlee.emery@hotmail.com"&gt;ashlee.emery@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Or you can check out their website &lt;a href="http://www.hapari.com/"&gt;www.hapari.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5205394403740904241?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5205394403740904241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5205394403740904241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5205394403740904241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5205394403740904241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/05/swimsuit-party.html' title='Swimsuit Party!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-4408833936924895415</id><published>2009-05-15T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:06:43.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so let me vent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A lot has been happening around here the last week. Not all good things either. So to start last wednesday we were trying to get ready to go camping on thursday. Which we are kind of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;PROCASTINATORS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so we still had a ton to do. Well 7:00 rolls around and we had just gotten home from the store. Brandon was outside playing with Paxton and I told him I was going to go in and start cleaning the house a little bit. Brandon brought Paxton upstairs about 10 minutes later and I didnt notice. Pretty soon I could hear Paxton laughing and I went to see where he was and sure enough he was playing in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;TOILET.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Its like a daily activity I always forget to shut the door. Well I walked over washed his hands bent down and wiped up the toilet and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FLUSHED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then about 20 minutes later Brandon was freaking out about that he had given Paxton the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;KEYS &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and they are gone. Oh dont worry after we tore our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and garage apart we realized where the keys were. We starting putting everything together. Paxton had gone directly into the bathroom after Brandon brought him upstairs. And everything always goes in the toilet when Paxton has it. So Brandon took apart the toilet but we had no luck. Well its now 10 and we have no keys and they car is locked and the car seat is in the car. Oh I left out the most important part. Those were are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;ONLY KEYS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So the next day Brandon takes me to work and we borrowed my moms car seat. Brandon goes down to the mazda dealership gets a key made and comes home. But thats not all the key will only open the door to the car because the mazda keys have chips in them that have to be programmed. What the ___? Anyway so we push our car in the garage and leave to go camping. So Monday morning we have to figure out how to get our car to the dealership and who and the heck wants to pay $65 for a tow truck. So we borrowed a really big trailer and got the car to the dealership. Where they charge us $30 per key and $90 to program the keys. And then they want $150 for the freaking remote. Man good thing I love my son or maybe I would have sold him by now. Well so now Thursday rolls around and we are supposed to be at a birthday party up provo canyon by 7:30. Well I come home and its 6:15 and I told Brandon we had to leave in 20 minutes he then proceeds to tell me he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;CUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his hand about an hour ago. I said let me see... and it was for sure 1/4 inch deep. I said you need stitches and he says no a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;BANDAID&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will be fine. So then I reversed that and said if that was my hand would you make me get stiches and he said yes. So we went to instacare and got stictches. I dont pay out the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;BUTT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for insurance for Brandon to do a repair at home. Well that was our week and its definately not over yet but we are hoping for a great weekend. Sorry to vent alot!&lt;/span&gt;&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/6277699060959395675-4408833936924895415?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4408833936924895415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4408833936924895415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4408833936924895415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4408833936924895415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-so-let-me-vent.html' title='Ok so let me vent'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-2997216852976000204</id><published>2009-05-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:20:18.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgrjDh0BIFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rBZ-xDf_poo/s1600-h/P1000300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335326358329434194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgrjDh0BIFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rBZ-xDf_poo/s320/P1000300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the sand dunes over the weekend with my parents and some friends.  It was so much fun and nice to go on a little vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgriyJVvJhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GMcMe5WafSM/s1600-h/P1000305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335326059702199826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgriyJVvJhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GMcMe5WafSM/s320/P1000305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paxton had so much fun on his little four wheeler that he got for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sgrif7OVvzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KOWPE8Slkk8/s1600-h/P1000307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325746675433266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sgrif7OVvzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KOWPE8Slkk8/s320/P1000307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved to play in the sand.  He would just sit out there and dig in the sand.  He was so dirty I had to bathe him everyday while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgriOS2jDDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/qXA40IHm2k4/s1600-h/P1000309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325443780447282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgriOS2jDDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/qXA40IHm2k4/s320/P1000309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went for a ride in out friends rhino.  Brandon wants to get one so bad so that when we go places we can all ride together as a family.  Paxton loved going for rides in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sgrh8cghEuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lcYqQWuaGYw/s1600-h/P1000320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325137134752482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sgrh8cghEuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lcYqQWuaGYw/s320/P1000320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgrhrbPYNAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ax0FUAdH4h0/s1600-h/P1000322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324844736656386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgrhrbPYNAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ax0FUAdH4h0/s320/P1000322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave dad to watch over Paxton for 2 seconds and the next thing I know Paxton is drinking out of dad's mountain dew can.  Needless to say he stayed up til 11 that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgrhYP93UWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2FuyumY27j0/s1600-h/P1000326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324515292893538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgrhYP93UWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2FuyumY27j0/s320/P1000326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going for a ride with papa on his four wheeler.  He loves to play with his papa so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sgrg8catfXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fLCYJM9XLdQ/s1600-h/P1000327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324037598772594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sgrg8catfXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fLCYJM9XLdQ/s320/P1000327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was on the way home from the sand dunes.  He was so tired and so were the dogs.  I thought this picture was so cute.  We had a great time but I was ready to come home.  Taking a 1 year old camping is alot of work because they are into everything.&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/6277699060959395675-2997216852976000204?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2997216852976000204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=2997216852976000204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2997216852976000204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2997216852976000204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/05/camping-trip.html' title='Camping Trip'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SgrjDh0BIFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rBZ-xDf_poo/s72-c/P1000300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-7539174181506080540</id><published>2009-04-26T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:18:04.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paxton's 1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUTrsKeUqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/El4Yj9SB-w8/s1600-h/P1000165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187375373243042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUTrsKeUqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/El4Yj9SB-w8/s320/P1000165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton woke up on his birthday not feeling good. We went to my moms and he threw up all over himself and we had to give him a bath and wash his clothes. He just wanted to sit with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUTeX__YuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/m6yPYXdlwrc/s1600-h/P1000168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187146622264034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUTeX__YuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/m6yPYXdlwrc/s320/P1000168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my dad decorating Paxton's birthday cake.  He is so amazing at decorating cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUTRuc-HDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XpOqX3R-pjE/s1600-h/P1000173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186929311095858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUTRuc-HDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XpOqX3R-pjE/s320/P1000173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUTFMxNarI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PBJAObw0IvI/s1600-h/P1000175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186714110749362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUTFMxNarI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PBJAObw0IvI/s320/P1000175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the finished products.  Spongebob for everyone to eat and a little Patrick just for Paxton.  Arent they so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUS5hXhoEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/RLyHG3eBvFo/s1600-h/P1000190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186513481736258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUS5hXhoEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/RLyHG3eBvFo/s320/P1000190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Paxton checking out all of his presents before he opened them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUSkWkMKqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/k42Cf7gSxYU/s1600-h/P1000209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186149804812962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUSkWkMKqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/k42Cf7gSxYU/s320/P1000209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Paxton deciding that after he saw the other kids hitting the pinata that he wanted to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUSBzO50GI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NY-vfxFajH0/s1600-h/P1000232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329185556204736610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUSBzO50GI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NY-vfxFajH0/s320/P1000232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paxton sporting his new sunglasses that his grammy gave him.  He is such a stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUR0yKBSGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MCo0XJzawsU/s1600-h/P1000233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329185332577519714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUR0yKBSGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MCo0XJzawsU/s320/P1000233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the kids were fighting over who could help him open his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfURdPGUinI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ScfL7Yx705A/s1600-h/P1000234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184928029772402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfURdPGUinI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ScfL7Yx705A/s320/P1000234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Paxton's first four wheeler that mommy and daddy bought for him.  Now he can be just like Dad.  It is battery powered and he loves to make it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfURLBe8PLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9jcaqiDUvbg/s1600-h/P1000246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184615137295538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfURLBe8PLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9jcaqiDUvbg/s320/P1000246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paxton ready to blow out his candle.  Or should we say he tried to touch it and almost burned his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUQ2nKFjwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0RYOH5xsUik/s1600-h/P1000265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184264473120514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUQ2nKFjwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0RYOH5xsUik/s320/P1000265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is enjoying his cake.  He really wasnt as messy with it as I thought he would of been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUQMatwupI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BNRpiKHnFfI/s1600-h/P1000275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329183539578583698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUQMatwupI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BNRpiKHnFfI/s320/P1000275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He got a really cute Handy Manny toy that all of the kids were fighting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUP6VCmcGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Xk5fEOKKBJc/s1600-h/P1000279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329183228817731682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUP6VCmcGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Xk5fEOKKBJc/s320/P1000279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is pushing his new lawn mower.  He actually got two lawn mowers.  One that blows bubbles and one that just makes noise.  He had a great birthday and I cant believe my little boy is one.  Thanks everyone!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-7539174181506080540?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7539174181506080540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=7539174181506080540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7539174181506080540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7539174181506080540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/04/paxtons-1st-birthday.html' title='Paxton&apos;s 1st Birthday!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SfUTrsKeUqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/El4Yj9SB-w8/s72-c/P1000165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-2904524037607932165</id><published>2009-04-22T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:12:42.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Se8j2ehfvkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/phzyCw0mWiw/s1600-h/P1000161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327516303016050242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Se8j2ehfvkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/phzyCw0mWiw/s320/P1000161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been begging Brandon for weeks for a jogging stroller.  I told him thats what I really wanted for mothers day.  But they are so freaking expensive.  So we have been searching on ksl everyday for the last 3 weeks.  And yesterday I found this red and gray one for a really good price and Brandon said he would call on it.  He said he was on his way to buy it and the lady called and said she just sold it.  So I was so bummed.  An hour later I got on ksl again and there was another stroller that had only been on 4 minutes.  I hurried and called Brandon and he said he would call.  I checked a little while later and it said sold.  I was so bummed.  And then I got a text while I was at work and it was a picture of this jogging stroller and it said I love you!  I was so excited I couldnt wait to get home from work and try it out.  This stroller is like brand new it is so nice and it has speakers and I just plug my ipod in and it plays through the speakers.  It also counts how far I have gone while I am out.  I love it!  Thanks so much babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Se8jqoj7jLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/P4eyt_bHKqg/s1600-h/P1000162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327516099552185522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Se8jqoj7jLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/P4eyt_bHKqg/s320/P1000162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandon also let me go last night and get a new heart rate monitor for working out.  I have been wanting one really bad and it also counts the calories I am burning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-2904524037607932165?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2904524037607932165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=2904524037607932165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2904524037607932165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2904524037607932165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-toys.html' title='My new toys!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Se8j2ehfvkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/phzyCw0mWiw/s72-c/P1000161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-7405834676511001036</id><published>2009-04-13T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:44:40.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQEQHBiugI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OlHMd9DcdhE/s1600-h/P1000107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324385334268705282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQEQHBiugI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OlHMd9DcdhE/s320/P1000107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This cute little toy Paxton got from Brandon's parents. He loves it so much. It also turns into a standing toy that he pushes around the ho&lt;u&gt;use.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQEG1ADy8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/LvAvroFaUyw/s1600-h/P1000115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324385174811823042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQEG1ADy8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/LvAvroFaUyw/s320/P1000115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Paxton on Easter morning. He had so much fun looking to see what the Easter bunny brought him. He loved shaking the eggs and hearing them make noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQD-CKqo0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/SkoDL9-K4ZU/s1600-h/P1000117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324385023727149890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQD-CKqo0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/SkoDL9-K4ZU/s320/P1000117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQD1O7iGdI/AAAAAAAAATw/02bw8679FtU/s1600-h/P1000131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324384872534514130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQD1O7iGdI/AAAAAAAAATw/02bw8679FtU/s320/P1000131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton helped dye Easter eggs with daddy and mommy. Even though I had to help him and he didnt know what he was doing he still had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQDszztGxI/AAAAAAAAATo/GI6bYiqhhD8/s1600-h/P1000135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324384727814970130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQDszztGxI/AAAAAAAAATo/GI6bYiqhhD8/s320/P1000135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They didnt turn out as great as I thought they would but it was still alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQDi_l_sFI/AAAAAAAAATg/1VIls-kLvKg/s1600-h/P1000143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324384559180001362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQDi_l_sFI/AAAAAAAAATg/1VIls-kLvKg/s320/P1000143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Brandon's parents on Easter night. This is Paxton with his uncle Eric who just turned 16 and got a new truck. He would dance everytime Eric would turn on the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQDaU4EoaI/AAAAAAAAATY/E9lGwrgNsms/s1600-h/P1000134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324384410274144674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQDaU4EoaI/AAAAAAAAATY/E9lGwrgNsms/s320/P1000134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Paxton walking to daddy. He started walking over the weekend he thinks he is such a big boy now. I have gotten it on video but I was having some problems uploading.&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/6277699060959395675-7405834676511001036?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7405834676511001036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=7405834676511001036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7405834676511001036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7405834676511001036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-and-walking.html' title='Easter and Walking'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SeQEQHBiugI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OlHMd9DcdhE/s72-c/P1000107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5648802001752405666</id><published>2009-04-08T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:46:00.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling out the doggy door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sd02p77VkoI/AAAAAAAAASw/OuxLBHpku8k/s1600-h/P1000104.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sd02p77VkoI/AAAAAAAAASw/OuxLBHpku8k/s320/P1000104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322470428710900354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sd02jtwOt5I/AAAAAAAAASo/ogbBCmXDHT0/s1600-h/P1000106.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sd02jtwOt5I/AAAAAAAAASo/ogbBCmXDHT0/s320/P1000106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322470321827002258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon was outside barbecuing and Paxton wanted to go outside with him.  I thought for sure he couldn't fit through but before I knew it he was almost all the way out the door.  And as soon as we pulled him out and set him down.  He crawled right over to the doggy door and tried it again.  Little stink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5648802001752405666?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5648802001752405666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5648802001752405666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5648802001752405666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5648802001752405666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/04/crawling-out-doggy-door.html' title='Crawling out the doggy door'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sd02p77VkoI/AAAAAAAAASw/OuxLBHpku8k/s72-c/P1000104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3188148481551675614</id><published>2009-03-30T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:35:00.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Mom Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SdFxMrk0YYI/AAAAAAAAASg/c_5LItAfZKA/s1600-h/P1000080.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SdFxMrk0YYI/AAAAAAAAASg/c_5LItAfZKA/s320/P1000080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319157097570787714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I seriously feel like the worst mom.  Today I went over to a friends house and I brought Paxton with me.  She had her fireplace on and I didn't think anything of it.  I put Paxton down and walked over to the kitchen and put my stuff down.  And before I know it Paxton is crying and I look over and he is sitting next to the fireplace.  I knew instantly that he had touched the glass.  I walked over and his hand was bright red and he was shaking it crying.  I immediately ran it under cold water and that seemed to calm him down.  But he decided he didn't want me running it under water anymore.  I tried to get him to hold a cold rag but he refused.  He just kept looking at me and crying and saying mama.  So I got some burn ointment and stuff to wrap his hand.  He doesn't like it but hasn't figured out how to take it off.  I tried to put him down for a nap and he just cried.  He has blisters on his palm where he touched the glass.  I feel so bad how could I have been so dumb to not think about the fireplace!!  So I have spent the rest of the day holding him and loving him because that is all he wants.  He gets down to crawl and puts pressure on his hand and then lifts it up and cries.  I wish I could take away the pain I know how bad a burn hurts and that makes me feel so much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3188148481551675614?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3188148481551675614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3188148481551675614' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3188148481551675614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3188148481551675614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/worst-mom-award.html' title='Worst Mom Award'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SdFxMrk0YYI/AAAAAAAAASg/c_5LItAfZKA/s72-c/P1000080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-6192104871195208317</id><published>2009-03-22T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:13:05.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im growing up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Scb7HzKQ4xI/AAAAAAAAASY/AcIEQqb_pR0/s1600-h/P1000046.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Scb7HzKQ4xI/AAAAAAAAASY/AcIEQqb_pR0/s320/P1000046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316212521568363282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Brandon and I went to Carls Jr over the weekend and Paxton didn't want to sit in his high chair.  So I went over and got a booster chair and put it right next to Brandon and Paxton loved it.  He thought he was such a big boy sitting at the table with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Scb7A0bjuTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7c7Y9pdAft0/s1600-h/P1000073.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Scb7A0bjuTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7c7Y9pdAft0/s320/P1000073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316212401650252082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Colton who comes over with his family to my mom's house every Sunday and loves to play with Paxton.  So we put Paxton in the little wheelbarrow and Colton pushed him around.  Paxton had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Scb6yPy7bAI/AAAAAAAAASI/w8gQrkmr6hY/s1600-h/P1000071.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Scb6yPy7bAI/AAAAAAAAASI/w8gQrkmr6hY/s320/P1000071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316212151297993730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now Paxton is starting to be a pain to take places.  Everywhere we go he wants to get down.  When we go to the mall he wants out of his stroller and when we went to costco he wanted out of the cart.  He was holding on to the bottom and pushing the cart all by himself.  Which I am impressed because it is pretty heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6dc0642a03a281af" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dc0642a03a281af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331204628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66FEE3FA020B738647090DABCF259FF7ADCC1A3A.6BA5192F07B46AFBA2A892C1914C282C6AE5D7C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dc0642a03a281af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt2ViTZvwYjnqJhT55NibZ_SnaKs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dc0642a03a281af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331204628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66FEE3FA020B738647090DABCF259FF7ADCC1A3A.6BA5192F07B46AFBA2A892C1914C282C6AE5D7C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dc0642a03a281af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt2ViTZvwYjnqJhT55NibZ_SnaKs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Paxton pushes everything around.  He is so close to walking but is way to nervous to do it by himself.  Which I guess is good that he is so cautious.  But seriously I have been having some serious melt downs because I cant believe how much Paxton is growing up.  And needing me less and less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-6192104871195208317?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6dc0642a03a281af&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6192104871195208317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=6192104871195208317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6192104871195208317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/6192104871195208317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-brandon-and-i-went-to-carls-jr-over.html' title='Im growing up!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Scb7HzKQ4xI/AAAAAAAAASY/AcIEQqb_pR0/s72-c/P1000046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-7827045110464191785</id><published>2009-03-16T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:56:14.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6RLprpznI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zFhl2kueBG4/s1600-h/paxton+226.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6RLprpznI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zFhl2kueBG4/s320/paxton+226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844239697301106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Brandon's parents house on Sunday for birthday dinners.  And Brandon put Paxton on his shoulders and he loved it.  He wouldn't let us get him down.  But he kept putting his hands in Daddy's eyes and pulling on his eyelids.  So no more of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6RDhp-1lI/AAAAAAAAARw/zFeQEc-tMYU/s1600-h/paxton+222.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6RDhp-1lI/AAAAAAAAARw/zFeQEc-tMYU/s320/paxton+222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844100103853650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture Paxton totally looked like he was helping blow out the candles.  But in reality Brandon was holding him back because he kept trying to grab the candles while they were still lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6Q97ep2zI/AAAAAAAAARo/nvBAPf2bk0A/s1600-h/paxton+225.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6Q97ep2zI/AAAAAAAAARo/nvBAPf2bk0A/s320/paxton+225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844003956448050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves cake so much.  But he makes the biggest mess.  I cant wait til his birthday next month when I let him go at his own cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6Q1rjNBjI/AAAAAAAAARg/Jg9DHUUDy2k/s1600-h/paxton+218.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6Q1rjNBjI/AAAAAAAAARg/Jg9DHUUDy2k/s320/paxton+218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313843862241609266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is becoming less and less of a mommas boy.  Every time I try and hold him and cuddle him this is what he does.  He just squirms until I let him down.  It breaks my heart I cant believe he is getting so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6QujW9BKI/AAAAAAAAARY/-4PzZejaJjI/s1600-h/paxton+220.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6QujW9BKI/AAAAAAAAARY/-4PzZejaJjI/s320/paxton+220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313843739783660706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is and he won I let him down.  Hes totally fine as long as I'm letting him do what he wants to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-7827045110464191785?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7827045110464191785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=7827045110464191785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7827045110464191785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7827045110464191785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-with-dad.html' title='Fun with Dad!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/Sb6RLprpznI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zFhl2kueBG4/s72-c/paxton+226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5384830605596397177</id><published>2009-03-09T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:04:44.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVjRUTOoYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/MquUrYK2dAs/s1600-h/P1020485.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVjRUTOoYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/MquUrYK2dAs/s320/P1020485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311260484711653762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday sweet heart.  Today you are 25 and I cant believe it.  We met 9 years ago crazy to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVjF-OrRbI/AAAAAAAAARI/HRR7Oft6bOw/s1600-h/P1020486.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVjF-OrRbI/AAAAAAAAARI/HRR7Oft6bOw/s320/P1020486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311260289808418226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have been planning for the last 2 months on doing a surprise birthday party for Brandon.  Our birthdays are only a day apart and he is such a good sport about sharing everything with me.  So this year I wanted to do something special and surprise him.  We had dinner at pizza factory (thanks to Quin and Teresa for treating us)  and we then went bowling at fat cats.  Thanks to all of our friends who came and had fun with us.  We didn't get a picture of Quin and Teresa but we love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVi9940wKI/AAAAAAAAARA/fEUk3TNnLZM/s1600-h/P1020488.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVi9940wKI/AAAAAAAAARA/fEUk3TNnLZM/s320/P1020488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311260152277811362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and Sam&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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVi2EtP7nI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CqVrcgefzYY/s1600-h/P1020493.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVi2EtP7nI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CqVrcgefzYY/s320/P1020493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311260016669355634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson, Jamie and baby boy coming soon&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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbViuYBy3pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/heDzTkdEqRA/s1600-h/P1020496.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbViuYBy3pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/heDzTkdEqRA/s320/P1020496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311259884416851602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVin5zLogI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pTvE6MR1-WE/s1600-h/P1020497.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVin5zLogI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pTvE6MR1-WE/s320/P1020497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311259773223281154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake and Aubrey&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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVidhKaQeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/w6aHWOXOI3s/s1600-h/P1020498.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVidhKaQeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/w6aHWOXOI3s/s320/P1020498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311259594811130338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin and Sean which I owe a huge thanks to for getting Brandon there and not ruining the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbViRhfnftI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ehv7wexQgSw/s1600-h/P1020499.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbViRhfnftI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ehv7wexQgSw/s320/P1020499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311259388741648082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it was also my birthday yesterday and some of our friends and us were sinners and went out to dinner for my birthday after we got out of church.  Paxton was having so much fun and now every time we give him a phone he pretends to talk on it.  I think that is due to Brandon is always on his phone and he wants to be just like dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbViFYNSlbI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/L3WXsVP3Dvc/s1600-h/P1020504.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbViFYNSlbI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/L3WXsVP3Dvc/s320/P1020504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311259180090430898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paxton also really enjoyed eating my birthday cake but boy was he messy and sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVh551lojI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2yf0fXBQTV8/s1600-h/P1020506.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVh551lojI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2yf0fXBQTV8/s320/P1020506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311258982959391282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what Paxton does when we try to take a family picture.  He freaks out all he wants to do is be down on the ground crawling.  He is such a little stink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5384830605596397177?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5384830605596397177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5384830605596397177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5384830605596397177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5384830605596397177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday weekend!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SbVjRUTOoYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/MquUrYK2dAs/s72-c/P1020485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4688360152796313599</id><published>2009-02-28T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:27:22.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SalVVVEx1eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Iiu6SOaLC_M/s1600-h/paxton+215.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SalVVVEx1eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Iiu6SOaLC_M/s320/paxton+215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307867460755641826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to print some vinyl and my vinyl machine is at my moms because I just don't have that great of a computer to have everything hooked up here.  So I got some toys out at her house to entertain Paxton.  He loved these blocks for a little while anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SalVMiEjXRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jQjnPoBvQF0/s1600-h/paxton+213.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SalVMiEjXRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jQjnPoBvQF0/s320/paxton+213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307867309625531666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was concentrating on the vinyl I was printing and the next thing I knew I looked up and he was gone so I ran to find him and sure enough he was crawling up the stairs.  I haven't really tried letting him go up the stairs at my house because I have tile at the bottom and was worried he would get hurt.  But he was going up them pretty fast and was smiling as he went.  It was liking he was saying Ha mom look at me go.   He doesn't crawl up the stairs though he actually lifts his leg and tries to walk up the stairs its kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SalVGYqWmTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9R0yKQIXlm4/s1600-h/paxton+211.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SalVGYqWmTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9R0yKQIXlm4/s320/paxton+211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307867204020508978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jamiee! We took my sister out to breakfast for her birthday.  Paxton loved it and loves pancakes.  I just cant believe how fast time is going and how big he is. Before I know it he is going to be 1 and I think I might have a serious melt down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-4688360152796313599?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4688360152796313599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4688360152796313599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4688360152796313599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4688360152796313599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-to-print-some-vinyl-and-my-vinyl.html' title=''/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SalVVVEx1eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Iiu6SOaLC_M/s72-c/paxton+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8136482148728753684</id><published>2009-02-22T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:29:00.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SaGmWGTEqzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/U8JhhgmoXgk/s1600-h/P1020446.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SaGmWGTEqzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/U8JhhgmoXgk/s320/P1020446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305704734597098290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paxton and I went to St. George over the weekend and left daddy and the dogs home.  He slept in the car all the way there and all the way back.  It was so relaxing being down there and it was also 70 degrees which was a plus.  My grandma has this cute little truck for all the great grand kids to play in when they come and Paxton loved it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SaGmNQkwQ8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/GP2Y40EeyL8/s1600-h/P1020449.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SaGmNQkwQ8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/GP2Y40EeyL8/s320/P1020449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305704582736790466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also thought it was great to crawl on the grass.  He hasn't been outside on the grass because it has been too cold but down there it wasn't.  But he did like to eat the grass and the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SaGmEpZgV3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/WvOmkNt5IUk/s1600-h/P1020450.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SaGmEpZgV3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/WvOmkNt5IUk/s320/P1020450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305704434781673330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Grandma also has this cute little tramp and he thought jumping on it was so cool.  It was just really nice to get away for the weekend but Paxton was ready to come home.  And its nice to get back to our routine and of course to see daddy who missed us a ton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-8136482148728753684?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8136482148728753684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8136482148728753684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8136482148728753684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8136482148728753684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/playing-in-st-george.html' title='Playing in St. George'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SaGmWGTEqzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/U8JhhgmoXgk/s72-c/P1020446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5720079066419172152</id><published>2009-02-18T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:45:33.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZxIH9tQtUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-7bBS5mSUzo/s1600-h/paxton+172.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZxIH9tQtUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-7bBS5mSUzo/s320/paxton+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193762796287298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZxH_8EGa5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WBUugCssFNw/s1600-h/paxton+171.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZxH_8EGa5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WBUugCssFNw/s320/paxton+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193624916257682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZxHq3yADBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RkhNwm8rJ-o/s1600-h/paxton+170.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZxHq3yADBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RkhNwm8rJ-o/s320/paxton+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193262989347858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am trying to get ready to go to St. George this weekend and Paxton is far from helping.  I was sitting in his room trying to pack his clothes and every time I fold something he picks it up and unfolds it and carries it across the room.  He also thought it was fun to climb in and out of his suit case.  I tried taking him out and putting clothes in the bag and then he still climbed in on top of the things.  I love him so much but he is a little terror.  So finally he crawled out of his room and next thing I know I come to check on him and he is in the kitchen and he has pulled everything out of two drawers and it is all over the floor.  I guess my fault for not getting the locks on the drawers and cabinets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5720079066419172152?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5720079066419172152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5720079066419172152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5720079066419172152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5720079066419172152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/trying-to-pack.html' title='Trying to pack'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZxIH9tQtUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-7bBS5mSUzo/s72-c/paxton+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5889523122471272193</id><published>2009-02-16T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:36:40.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZovg-rcn5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YDU7rgW0hjA/s1600-h/paxton+168.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZovg-rcn5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YDU7rgW0hjA/s320/paxton+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303603754809728914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZovWn-_6lI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7auyNbXTx_4/s1600-h/paxton+169.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZovWn-_6lI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7auyNbXTx_4/s320/paxton+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303603576919026258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I definitely am not getting the mom of the year award.  Brandon and I have been remodeling the basement.  Which has consumed all my extra time for the past two weeks.  And poor Paxton has definitely gotten the shaft on that one.  Thanks to my mom for so much time she has spent with him while I have been working on the basement.  But finally Sunday morning I went into his room and was feeling really crappy that I haven't spent more time with him.  So I sat down and got some of his books out and I started to read them to him but then he wanted to do it himself. I just love the top picture I cant believe how freaking cute he looks holding the book like such a big boy.  I love him so much and I love how much he still loves me, even when I feel like I haven't been the best mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5889523122471272193?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5889523122471272193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5889523122471272193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5889523122471272193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5889523122471272193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving-books.html' title='Loving books'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZovg-rcn5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YDU7rgW0hjA/s72-c/paxton+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-2469317134619480174</id><published>2009-02-09T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:57:35.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friend, New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZDBzz7DkWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SiXmL-NU-Vw/s1600-h/paxton+167.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZDBzz7DkWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SiXmL-NU-Vw/s320/paxton+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300949857270468962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cute little dog stuff animal is Paxton's new friend.  Little does he know that this used to be his friend when he was only six weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZDBn3QCSVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5mbVko6vuv4/s1600-h/paxton+165.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZDBn3QCSVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5mbVko6vuv4/s320/paxton+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300949652005341522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dog was given to Paxton while he was in Primary Childrens Hospital.  He had surgery when he was 6 weeks old on a muscle near his stomach.  The Blaze football team came to the hospital the day he had surgery and was giving stuffed animals and footballs to the little kids in the surgery unit.  And today when I was cleaning out Paxton's closet I found it.  And he loves it a ton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-2469317134619480174?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2469317134619480174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=2469317134619480174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2469317134619480174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/2469317134619480174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-friend-new-friend.html' title='Old Friend, New Friend'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SZDBzz7DkWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SiXmL-NU-Vw/s72-c/paxton+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8109155590823728616</id><published>2009-02-04T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:38:35.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SYnetrXSI-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/tVPeOkgK0T0/s1600-h/paxton+162.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SYnetrXSI-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/tVPeOkgK0T0/s320/paxton+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299011312893961186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK so I don't have any idea where the last 9 months of my life has gone.  I remember being pregnant for 9 months and 8 days(I just had to add the 8 days because I dont know if I will every get past the fact I had to go 8 days past my due date).  Which definitely felt like a lot more than 9 months.  But I cant believe Paxton turned 9 months a week and a half ago.  I woke up this morning and decided that the weather was nice enough to start walking again.  So I bundled him up and away we went.  Now the weather has probably been nice enough for the last week but lets face it I have become lazy.  I remember right after I had Paxton I walked everyday determined I was not going to be fat anymore.  I lost the weight fast then got lazy again and the worst is trying to get myself motivated.  Now I am not the best at being dedicated to going to the gym so I will start out slow and make myself walk on everyday that is nice.  Because I love to walk, and maybe I will work myself up to running again but for that one I'm going to need a jogging stroller.  So we will see..but in the mean time I can't imagine my life being any better.  I have a great husband who supports me and the greatest little boy in the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-8109155590823728616?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8109155590823728616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8109155590823728616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8109155590823728616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8109155590823728616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-months-and-counting.html' title='9 months and counting'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SYnetrXSI-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/tVPeOkgK0T0/s72-c/paxton+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8356352611759891990</id><published>2009-01-26T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:52:31.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5ThXHjl-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6nigUycuYFI/s1600-h/cruise+003.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5ThXHjl-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6nigUycuYFI/s320/cruise+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295762044440778722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our first island that we went to which was Samana in the Dominican Republic.  It was absolutely gorgeous and was my favorite island. This is some of the girls on the tender ride over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5TZbuY4bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lhngoaYucok/s1600-h/cruise+026.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5TZbuY4bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lhngoaYucok/s320/cruise+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295761908238442930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5TPlFLgBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/w8spFAprCPs/s1600-h/cruise+028.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5TPlFLgBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/w8spFAprCPs/s320/cruise+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295761738951262226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two pics are some of the houses that the people live in.  The Dominican Republic is a third world country and I have never been to such a poverty stricken place before.  It was such a cultural shock for me.  Its kind of hard to see how other people live especially when we are so blessed.  I realize how much we take for granite.  These aren't even the worst of the houses there.  We drove through their town for about 40 minutes to get to the beach we were going to.  And they don't have hardly anything, they sleep on the ground and none of them wear shoes.  Their clothes are hanging out all over the place and kids run around naked.  Dogs run wild there and they look like they haven't been fed in weeks.  But over all this island is amazingly beautiful and the people are so nice and way humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5Sxo5AzxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vJYnh63MgrI/s1600-h/cruise+054.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5Sxo5AzxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vJYnh63MgrI/s320/cruise+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295761224577896210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5SnJcDEwI/AAAAAAAAANw/kcv6jaZXFa4/s1600-h/cruise+060.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5SnJcDEwI/AAAAAAAAANw/kcv6jaZXFa4/s320/cruise+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295761044336218882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These next ones are in St Thomas which is in the US virgin islands so it is so Americanized.  Its beautiful the only weird thing is that they drive on the wrong side of the road but their steering wheels are still on the left side of the car its way weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5Sb2tUeUI/AAAAAAAAANo/huYGYURD-iU/s1600-h/cruise+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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5Sb2tUeUI/AAAAAAAAANo/huYGYURD-iU/s320/cruise+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295760850329827650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5SN7qccFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6aBoSjEkr7w/s1600-h/cruise+086.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5SN7qccFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6aBoSjEkr7w/s320/cruise+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295760611141775442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went para sailing in St. Thomas.  It was so much fun and these pictures don't even do justice.  We were 300 ft in the air and we were able to see a lot of the island and amazing reefs from up there.  I got to go twice because we had an uneven number so I went with Brandon and my sister in law Kaitlan.  It was a blast and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5SCaj05kI/AAAAAAAAANY/6rcDRS2BEbQ/s1600-h/cruise+108.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5SCaj05kI/AAAAAAAAANY/6rcDRS2BEbQ/s320/cruise+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295760413277087298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon lived in the water the entire trip.  When we went to Tortola which is in the British Virgin islands, he snorkeled for hours and he found this hermit crab and felt like he had to bring it out to show everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5R4O0YJuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uSfJEmL_ndI/s1600-h/cruise+116.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5R4O0YJuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uSfJEmL_ndI/s320/cruise+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295760238326589154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5RkPo00NI/AAAAAAAAANI/GJXaEFySItg/s1600-h/cruise+109.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5RkPo00NI/AAAAAAAAANI/GJXaEFySItg/s320/cruise+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295759894949187794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5RYL0kArI/AAAAAAAAANA/sY54Izw5ZY0/s1600-h/cruise+110.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5RYL0kArI/AAAAAAAAANA/sY54Izw5ZY0/s320/cruise+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295759687766246066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pics are all from Tortola which was a gorgeous island and by far had the best snorkeling out of all the islands we went to.  This picture right above is of all the kids that were on the trip.  Brandon and I definately felt like teenagers again on this trip.  We hung out with all of the teens which are between the ages of 13-20.  It was awesome we stayed up until like 1 everynight.  We would raid the buffet and order room service in the middle of the night and run down the halls and knock on peoples doors. (I know really juvenile but way fun) We also played ultimate spoons, which is just like normal spoons except we would put the spoons like two floors up or in the elevators.  There were 17 total of us including adults.  Also all of the surrounding islands around Tortola is where the Pirates of Caribbean was filmed.  So pretty cool I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5RH9gk2oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YajpZVbN8zg/s1600-h/cruise+111.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5RH9gk2oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YajpZVbN8zg/s320/cruise+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295759409046411906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is me in the Bahamas.  This was seriously one of our favorite vacations.  We had beautiful weather the whole time.  We did alot of snorkeling and swimming.  Brandon went deep sea fishing in miami on the last day.  Brandon loves to fish and caught a massive fish but alot of my pics are on my mother in laws camera so these are just some of the fun pics that I have on my camera.  We took way to many so hard to choose what to share. But I was so excited to see Paxton when I got home and dont ever want to leave him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-8356352611759891990?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8356352611759891990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8356352611759891990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8356352611759891990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8356352611759891990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/01/cruise-pics.html' title='Cruise pics!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SX5ThXHjl-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6nigUycuYFI/s72-c/cruise+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-9053878254671908163</id><published>2009-01-15T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:04:59.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SW_4axjPTUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/slOX-W49740/s1600-h/P1020115.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SW_4axjPTUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/slOX-W49740/s320/P1020115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291721226045050178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK so I have been running with my head cut off today.  I had to work until 2 and then I wanted to clean my house.  There is nothing worse then coming home from vacation to a dirty house.  So I'm trying to leave my house spotless and have all of the laundry done.  I haven't even started packing yet.  But I went down stairs to do some laundry and came back up stairs and Paxton is shaking the gate wanting to come down the stairs.  I had to pause and take a picture because he is so freakin cute!  I am going to miss him so much.  So packing might have to wait til after he goes to bed so I can spend some time with him.  But I am so excited so warm weather here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-9053878254671908163?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/9053878254671908163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=9053878254671908163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/9053878254671908163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/9053878254671908163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-out.html' title='Let me out!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SW_4axjPTUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/slOX-W49740/s72-c/P1020115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8089178955073556088</id><published>2009-01-12T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:43:52.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SWtwHxnql2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rlxvFDfhu14/s1600-h/P1020110.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SWtwHxnql2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rlxvFDfhu14/s320/P1020110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290445466157881186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so Paxton has been way sick since Tuesday.  So I have been just staying home with him and taking care of him.  Wednesday he woke up from his nap with a temperature of 102 so I started to stress a little.  So I called his doctor and talked to the nurse and she said to just watch it and bring him in the morning if it got worse.  Well about 8:30 that night he felt like he was burning up so we took his temp again and it was 104.3 so by this point Im freaking out.  Well we called the doctor on call and she said to cool him down and give him some tyenol and bring him in the morning.  So hear I am freaking out all night and checking on him like every hour.  Because he seriously was the most lathargic little boy ever.  Which for anyone who knows him well enough knows that he is so busy.  Well he was still running 104 temp in the morning so I took him to the doctor and they checked to see if he had and ear infection.  Nope not that so then they took a flu test and nope not that either.  Last they took  a test to see if he had RSV and yup that came back positive.  So I have not left the house since then.  I havent wanted him to go out and get more sick or be around any of our friends who have babies because I would hate myself if any of them got sick.  Well when I decided that I wasnt going anywhere for the weekend I thought I would get lots done but nope he only wants me to hold him all day long.  I tried to do a few things and he would just crawl around behind me tugging on my leg crying.  Well luckily this morning he is feeling loads better.  I had to lower his crib this weekend and this pic is him looking through the bars because now he has a harder time pulling himself up. But finally to the anxiety part Brandon and I are leaving for 9 days on friday and we are leaving Paxton behind.  I have been stressing because I have never been away from him over night and I am freaking out. My mom will be watching him and she is the greatest but that still doesnt calm my nerves.  And I have got nothing done and I hope Paxton will be better so he will be good for my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-8089178955073556088?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8089178955073556088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8089178955073556088' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8089178955073556088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8089178955073556088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/01/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SWtwHxnql2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rlxvFDfhu14/s72-c/P1020110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4019927787361695254</id><published>2009-01-05T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:19:21.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SWI8-BAXYJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MCI3VcePcY4/s1600-h/P1020093.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SWI8-BAXYJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MCI3VcePcY4/s320/P1020093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287855948605907090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is a little late its from New Years.  He has now in the last week officially learned how to crawl and pull himself up on furniture.  He is getting crazy fast its like I need one of those big dog pens so he can only crawl around in like a 5 foot area.  But we were at my moms on new years and he crawled over to her door and pulled himself up and started licking the door.  I thought it was so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SWI8t9ruCmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nzhZ3du75XY/s1600-h/P1020096.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SWI8t9ruCmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nzhZ3du75XY/s320/P1020096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287855672836098658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this weekend I had to get him a big boy car seat.  But it was such a pain because I had to get this big honkin one because he still needs to seat rear facing until he is 1.  I wish I could of kept him in his other car seat but he is over the weight limit and height limit.  He wasn't too happy about me putting him in this car seat while he was trying to play.  Plus he is teething so he has been kind of cranky and his sleeping schedule has been way off.  And I guess I shouldn't complain because he is still sleeping a long time but he used to go to bed at 7:30 and now he goes to bed at 10.  And he hasnt been hardly taking a nap so he has been king of cranky which makes me a little cranky.  But I love him a ton and hope he starts feeling better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-4019927787361695254?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4019927787361695254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4019927787361695254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4019927787361695254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4019927787361695254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2009/01/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SWI8-BAXYJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MCI3VcePcY4/s72-c/P1020093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4325386353170924345</id><published>2008-12-29T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:01:00.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to be a big boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVkAwiyhpmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WCLGmRHX4B4/s1600-h/paxton+161.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVkAwiyhpmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WCLGmRHX4B4/s320/paxton+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285256471668434530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I got up and I looked at the clock and it was 9:20 and usually Paxton is awake by now and I couldn't hear him making any noises.  So I thought I would check on him because usually he is in there talking to himself and laughing, so I opened the door and my sweet boy had pulled himself up on the crib.  Now at first I just thought oh my gosh I have got to lower your crib mattress I don't want you to try and get out and fall.  Then I thought I  have to go get my camera look how cute you are just peering over the crib looking at me with those big blue eyes.  After that then my next thought was where did my cute little helpless boy go that completely depends on me for everything.  I almost wanted to cry because it feels like yesterday that I just brought you home from the hospital.  And now you are 8 months and getting so big.  Man I love you Paxton I don't know what my life would be without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-4325386353170924345?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4325386353170924345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4325386353170924345' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4325386353170924345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4325386353170924345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-to-be-big-boy.html' title='Getting to be a big boy'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVkAwiyhpmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WCLGmRHX4B4/s72-c/paxton+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-7921498281550405608</id><published>2008-12-27T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:36:09.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZ03L22JXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SwtJwq5Es24/s1600-h/P1020018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284539704190313842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZ03L22JXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SwtJwq5Es24/s320/P1020018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting in front of the tree on Christmas eve at Brandon's parents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZ0bIwWaCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/h2jbf3G2cMw/s1600-h/P1020030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284539222321424418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZ0bIwWaCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/h2jbf3G2cMw/s320/P1020030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paxton with his great grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZ0QxV1sAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pgqXl9sjC5o/s1600-h/P1020032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284539044237520898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZ0QxV1sAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pgqXl9sjC5o/s320/P1020032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of him and Brandon they look so cute together and Christmas eve was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZ0Fvnbz3I/AAAAAAAAALw/u5U6ZjaXGIk/s1600-h/P1020033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284538854795890546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZ0Fvnbz3I/AAAAAAAAALw/u5U6ZjaXGIk/s320/P1020033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZz7bC1hLI/AAAAAAAAALo/jIrCmq737Ok/s1600-h/P1020047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284538677474985138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZz7bC1hLI/AAAAAAAAALo/jIrCmq737Ok/s320/P1020047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well every Christmas eve we always get new pajamas. Which I totally love. And for anybody who know Brandon's family they are total Utah fans. So this year we all got Utah pajamas. And Brandon's mom tie died all of our shirts to go with them. These are probably my favorite pajamas yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZzr9j_M6I/AAAAAAAAALg/SKHzVT-ljHA/s1600-h/P1020049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284538411862930338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZzr9j_M6I/AAAAAAAAALg/SKHzVT-ljHA/s320/P1020049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZzhdY3EFI/AAAAAAAAALY/dMUTUetCkKc/s1600-h/P1020062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284538231427633234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZzhdY3EFI/AAAAAAAAALY/dMUTUetCkKc/s320/P1020062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas morning we went to my moms house first because she always has a big Christmas breakfast. Paxton had so much fun opening his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZzTnt0OCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oZ5GbEaS5nk/s1600-h/P1020063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537993681713186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZzTnt0OCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oZ5GbEaS5nk/s320/P1020063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZzH0hhNyI/AAAAAAAAALI/9p1Xc1i8XVo/s1600-h/P1020067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537790961366818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZzH0hhNyI/AAAAAAAAALI/9p1Xc1i8XVo/s320/P1020067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He got this really cute vacuum from my sister and he totally loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZy_Gtx3DI/AAAAAAAAALA/Wgulb66zRvw/s1600-h/P1020082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537641225804850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZy_Gtx3DI/AAAAAAAAALA/Wgulb66zRvw/s320/P1020082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZyy3k2tGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sruRcGN2i-Q/s1600-h/P1020088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537431003411554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZyy3k2tGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sruRcGN2i-Q/s320/P1020088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on we went to Brandon's grandmas house. We had so much fun being with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZyfjjvZhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Xq3VOG_GWuE/s1600-h/P1020089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537099212514834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZyfjjvZhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Xq3VOG_GWuE/s320/P1020089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas was so great and busy we also went to Brandon's moms house and they gave us a Caribbean cruise for Christmas and I am so excited. We also went to my grandmas too. I am so proud of Paxton for being such a trooper and going to four different houses on Christmas. Also the highlight of my Christmas was I got to talk to my brother who is serving a mission in Houston, Texas. It was so good to hear from and I managed to suck back the tears til after I hung up the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-7921498281550405608?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7921498281550405608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=7921498281550405608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7921498281550405608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7921498281550405608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/12/sitting-in-front-of-tree-on-christmas.html' title='Christmas Fun!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SVZ03L22JXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SwtJwq5Es24/s72-c/P1020018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1884756837666892494</id><published>2008-12-21T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:19:54.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on Santas lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SU8h-f3bEHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EKQYVDwAt7o/s1600-h/P1010999.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SU8h-f3bEHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EKQYVDwAt7o/s320/P1010999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282478245518446706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Willow Creek country club for our annual family Christmas party tonight and Paxton sat on Santas lap.  He was so good and he didn't even cry in fact he was so intrigued that it took like 5 pictures to even get him to look at us instead of Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SU8hvpOWTkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uaCY6wXxs3c/s1600-h/P1010989.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SU8hvpOWTkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uaCY6wXxs3c/s320/P1010989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282477990332485186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SU8hhvONYDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jCG_GT-JMYA/s1600-h/P1010996.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SU8hhvONYDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jCG_GT-JMYA/s320/P1010996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282477751424344114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Paxton was being so cute and giving daddy kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SU8hMA7JdkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kZGd3lmUZWM/s1600-h/P1020007.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SU8hMA7JdkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kZGd3lmUZWM/s320/P1020007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282477378219112002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's grandma insisted that all of the grand kids get a picture taken with Santa.  I really cant remember the last time I got my picture taken with Santa it was really funny.  But we had so much fun all getting together and we look forward to it every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-1884756837666892494?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1884756837666892494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1884756837666892494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1884756837666892494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1884756837666892494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/12/sitting-on-santas-lap.html' title='Sitting on Santas lap'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SU8h-f3bEHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EKQYVDwAt7o/s72-c/P1010999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5398969105262905947</id><published>2008-12-19T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:43:44.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUvOSNwMwJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ePaKkisWFFc/s1600-h/P1010973.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUvOSNwMwJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ePaKkisWFFc/s320/P1010973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541800346828946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seriously left the room for like 2 minutes and he was no where near the tree when I left.  I came back and he is trying to pull one of the ornaments off the tree.  So after that I decided to watch him and see what he would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUvOGCiGexI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UqGrsri94D8/s1600-h/P1010976.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUvOGCiGexI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UqGrsri94D8/s320/P1010976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541591176477458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was surprisingly gentle he loved the bow but he just touched it softly instead of ripping it off the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUvN0f34K4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ct1rw-RKTD0/s1600-h/P1010979.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUvN0f34K4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ct1rw-RKTD0/s320/P1010979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541289814797186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUvNmfaSmlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aqwMw7G2foE/s1600-h/P1010981.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUvNmfaSmlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aqwMw7G2foE/s320/P1010981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541049172531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He finally got the ornament, and yup straight to the mouth where everything else goes.  I moved him after that and so far he has left the tree alone, but I cant say as much for the DVD rack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5398969105262905947?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5398969105262905947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5398969105262905947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5398969105262905947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5398969105262905947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/12/sneaky-little-boy.html' title='Sneaky Little Boy'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUvOSNwMwJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ePaKkisWFFc/s72-c/P1010973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8178085632022137823</id><published>2008-12-12T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:34:43.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUKRkmJxnfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mp3aqfk9Z80/s1600-h/paxton+159.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUKRkmJxnfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mp3aqfk9Z80/s320/paxton+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278941771134508530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUKRYSsU-nI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lxxkTqOpVE8/s1600-h/paxton+158.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUKRYSsU-nI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lxxkTqOpVE8/s320/paxton+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278941559752292978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the fun has begun!  Paxton has learned this week to crawl backwards.  He hasn't figured out how to make him self go forward.  He always gets stuck where ever he is going because he cant see that he is backing into something.  Apparently he is a little behind on the crawling thing, I friends who have babies that have been crawling for a month.  But I think Paxton is just too fat to really move around.  But I'm glad because I have been praying that he would wait til after christmas when I can put my tree and decorations away.  But he really is soo much fun!  He still cant go way fast but he gets faster and faster everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-8178085632022137823?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8178085632022137823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8178085632022137823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8178085632022137823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8178085632022137823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/12/crawling-backwards.html' title='Crawling backwards'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SUKRkmJxnfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mp3aqfk9Z80/s72-c/paxton+159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1242602200584880675</id><published>2008-12-09T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:24:13.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things Tag</title><content type='html'>OK so I definitely have been lucky that I haven't had to do a tag.  But thanks to Teresa for tagging me I guess I will have to do one. (which it ended up being a lot more fun than I thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can talk all day and for anyone who knows me I can definitely talk your ear off.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shop, I love to shop so much and if I had the money I could probably shop everyday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Scrapbook, especially working on Paxton's scrapbook that I am way proud of and I have put so much time into.&lt;br /&gt;4. Anything crafty, I will have to say I love to work on new projects all the time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Playing games, which I seriously think I'm good at and I could play games for hours.&lt;br /&gt;6. Being a mom, I never thought I would be a good mom but I think I'm a lot better than I give myself credit for and I know Paxton loves me and is totally dependent on me.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can wake board and I love to its one of my passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I cannot do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hair- I try to do it but I suck at it so bad!&lt;br /&gt;2. Cook- I am the worst cook ever, Brandon even teases me that I cant even cook toast.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sew- I wish I could sew but all I can seem to manage to do is sew a button on.&lt;br /&gt;4. Clean- I hate to clean so bad, I only do it if I have to and even then I sometimes only surface clean.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sing- I have always wanted to be able to sing but I have a really bad voice.&lt;br /&gt;6. Saying no to people, I am the worst at that I usually let people walk all over me because I'm afraid to tell people no.&lt;br /&gt;7. Doing laundry, well I can do laundry but I always have stacks and stacks of it.  Brandon has to ask if he has any clean clothes to wear because I hate to do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I always say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Are you kidding me"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Freakin A"&lt;br /&gt;3. "Apparently"&lt;br /&gt;4. "Oh my gosh"&lt;br /&gt;5. "Sorry"&lt;br /&gt;6. "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;7. "Whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I can always eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. popcorn&lt;br /&gt;2. milk duds&lt;br /&gt;3. diet coke(which I like to classify as a food group because I cant live without it)&lt;br /&gt;4. chips and salsa&lt;br /&gt;5. cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;6. sour patch kids&lt;br /&gt;7. cafe rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I love to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play with Paxton, I just love him soo much and never get sick of him.&lt;br /&gt;2. Decorate- I love to decorate and design things, my favorite project was definately Paxton's room I love it!&lt;br /&gt;3. Texting, oh my gosh I dont think I could live without my cell phone and definately not live without texting&lt;br /&gt;4. Hanging out with Brandon, he is the best dad ever and I just love spending time with him and cuddling on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Brushing my teeth, I am obsessed with taking care of my teeth.  I think honestly it comes with the profession though or I wouldnt be so OCD about it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Writing letters to my brother who is on a mission in Houston, Texas.  I totally write him like twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hanging out with my mom, I probably see her almost everday and I never get sick of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People I tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lisette&lt;br /&gt;2. Emalia&lt;br /&gt;3. Kandy&lt;br /&gt;4. Sam(which I dont know your new married name but used to be Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;5.  And I really dont have 7 people that I want to make do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-1242602200584880675?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1242602200584880675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1242602200584880675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1242602200584880675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1242602200584880675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/12/7-things-tag.html' title='7 Things Tag'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-966799327771432522</id><published>2008-11-30T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:57:20.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNe2FeU-3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/62LiLHylQLs/s1600-h/paxton+136.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNe2FeU-3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/62LiLHylQLs/s320/paxton+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274663871856311154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year it was our year to be with my family.  We take turns every other year because we figured it was just too much to eat two thanksgiving dinners.  We had my whole extended family there.  My grandparents were in town and they were able to spend time with all 5 of their great grand kids.  It is always so much fun when we all get together.  I love Thanksgiving so much but I love the day after Thanksgiving even more.  Can anybody say shopping?  And if anyone knows me well enough I am a total shopaholic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNek2ZHI_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z1R3_vSZvSo/s1600-h/paxton+145.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNek2ZHI_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z1R3_vSZvSo/s320/paxton+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274663575750124530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNeRpfkClI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jLe_QPV2jBQ/s1600-h/paxton+146.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNeRpfkClI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jLe_QPV2jBQ/s320/paxton+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274663245870008914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNdeG5lZnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wW9HRnY6HTs/s1600-h/paxton+151.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNdeG5lZnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wW9HRnY6HTs/s320/paxton+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274662360410580594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of Paxton's second cousins Cole.  They are actually four months apart but Paxton is huge!  I swear they are almost the same size.  They had so much fun playing together except Cole can crawl and walk circles around him.  So needless to say he got picked on a little bit.  But it is good for him because he is usually the one picking on everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNdFIbfD5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/LnDM47sa0bM/s1600-h/paxton+139.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNdFIbfD5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/LnDM47sa0bM/s320/paxton+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274661931324477330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Thanksgiving dinner daddy took Paxton down to watch a movie.  I went down to check on them and this is what I found.  I thought it was so cute!  He just always wants to be where is dad is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-966799327771432522?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/966799327771432522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=966799327771432522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/966799327771432522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/966799327771432522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving Fun!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/STNe2FeU-3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/62LiLHylQLs/s72-c/paxton+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3985351657348661671</id><published>2008-11-25T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:49:56.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding a Horse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSzGAzLHvGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uwAMWav9nr8/s1600-h/paxton+132.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSzGAzLHvGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uwAMWav9nr8/s320/paxton+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272806980783160418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSy7i6PdQNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hkWjoizXnJo/s1600-h/paxton+133.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSy7i6PdQNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hkWjoizXnJo/s320/paxton+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272795472168042706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSy7NRxOxCI/AAAAAAAAAII/6t_EqPUPnGM/s1600-h/paxton+134.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSy7NRxOxCI/AAAAAAAAAII/6t_EqPUPnGM/s320/paxton+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272795100526593058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister has a horse and we thought it would be a good idea to take Paxton to go see  her.  Although I couldn't go with him because I'm like deathly allergic to horses.  But my fam took some pics and look how cute he is.  He absolutely loved the horse and the horse was making noises and he tried to copy her.  Man I just love my little boy soo much he is definitely at such a fun age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3985351657348661671?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3985351657348661671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3985351657348661671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3985351657348661671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3985351657348661671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/11/riding-horse.html' title='Riding a Horse!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSzGAzLHvGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uwAMWav9nr8/s72-c/paxton+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-8702947275764568771</id><published>2008-11-22T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:29:58.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to scoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSgulPeeeDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CQlR5D0B6oI/s1600-h/paxton+131.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSgulPeeeDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CQlR5D0B6oI/s320/paxton+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271514581181560882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSgt_ZGK9JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1t6ECNVhhAc/s1600-h/paxton+126.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSgt_ZGK9JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1t6ECNVhhAc/s320/paxton+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513930928944274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past week when I sit Paxton on the  ground he has figured out how to get from his bum to his stomach.  Once he gets to his stomach he has realized he doesn't want to stay put.  He cant get very far but he definitely has figured out how to scoot across the floor.  I can leave the room and come back and he has gotten himself a few feet and into my DVD s and everything else he can get his hands on.  I think I'm definitely going to have to get a baby gate and baby proof my house soon.  I know I'm for sure I'm going to have a very curious boy when I put up my Christmas tree.  But I do have to say I love this age so much.  I cant believe how busy he keeps me and how much joy he brings to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-8702947275764568771?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8702947275764568771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=8702947275764568771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8702947275764568771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/8702947275764568771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-to-scoot.html' title='Starting to scoot!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SSgulPeeeDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CQlR5D0B6oI/s72-c/paxton+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5613232463930190330</id><published>2008-11-14T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:59:20.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething Biscuits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SR3J4o526uI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jU4eDLteUy8/s1600-h/paxton+124.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SR3J4o526uI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jU4eDLteUy8/s320/paxton+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268589113983298274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So when I took Paxton in for his 6 month check up his doctor said he was starting to teeth a little bit.  So she said if I felt like it I could give him some of those teething biscuits.  So today I decided to give him one and he freakin loved it!  But he made a really big mess as you can see.  Luckily I haven't given him a bath yet today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SR3JNS426JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EpzJx0qXWbY/s1600-h/paxton+125.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SR3JNS426JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EpzJx0qXWbY/s320/paxton+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268588369339148434" 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/6277699060959395675-5613232463930190330?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5613232463930190330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5613232463930190330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5613232463930190330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5613232463930190330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/11/teething-biscuits.html' title='Teething Biscuits!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SR3J4o526uI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jU4eDLteUy8/s72-c/paxton+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-251935933945963086</id><published>2008-11-11T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:24:18.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation to St. George!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRp0-mU7R7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BxOr-791T94/s1600-h/paxton+096.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRp0-mU7R7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BxOr-791T94/s320/paxton+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267651332952246194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took Paxton to St George over the weekend with my parents.  Brandon had gone four wheeling at the sand dunes with a bunch of guys from our ward.  And there was no way I wanted to sit home all weekend.  He was so good in the car I just turned on a movie for him and he loved it.  I think I was more antsy riding in the car I hate to sit in one spot too long.  When we got there he just settled right in like he owned the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRp0J7BIudI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I1MuKleXaaU/s1600-h/paxton+090.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRp0J7BIudI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I1MuKleXaaU/s320/paxton+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267650427973319122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpz5gAGONI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tQ8Z9xXGFME/s1600-h/paxton+093.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpz5gAGONI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tQ8Z9xXGFME/s320/paxton+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267650145843296466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpzrWZ1QAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5K-YUgYzQB8/s1600-h/paxton+108.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpzrWZ1QAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5K-YUgYzQB8/s320/paxton+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267649902748712962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpzg1Kp6NI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tWA3N93dZyE/s1600-h/paxton+109.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpzg1Kp6NI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tWA3N93dZyE/s320/paxton+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267649722027993298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpzOZcqpeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WwCF4OKB1Yo/s1600-h/paxton+119.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpzOZcqpeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WwCF4OKB1Yo/s320/paxton+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267649405349701090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took him swimming and he thought it was the greatest thing.  He figured out how to splash and kick his legs in the water.  It was hard to hold onto him because he wanted to swim by himself.  I cant believe how big and independent he is getting.  It totally makes me sad but not sad enough to have another one any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpy67-JeeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HARIW8DMVmI/s1600-h/paxton+121.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpy67-JeeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HARIW8DMVmI/s320/paxton+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267649071019555298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpyuYJerUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t4sT5lsNYYQ/s1600-h/paxton+120.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRpyuYJerUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t4sT5lsNYYQ/s320/paxton+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267648855244975426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Tuachan on Saturday to see a show, which was soo good.  I was really nervous to take him because I thought for sure two hours was a long time for him to sit especially at 7:00 at night.  But I was wrong he didn't make a peep through the whole show.  He loved it a ton.  I was totally ready to come home though I swear you need a vacation from your vacation.  And Paxton always gets off his normal schedule so it always takes a few days to adjust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-251935933945963086?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/251935933945963086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=251935933945963086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/251935933945963086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/251935933945963086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/11/vacation-to-st-george.html' title='Vacation to St. George!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SRp0-mU7R7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BxOr-791T94/s72-c/paxton+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-9083689720069612614</id><published>2008-11-03T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:14:15.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun with friends!</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8uLEE5QbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4DZkfOgWYiQ/s1600-h/paxton+073.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8uLEE5QbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4DZkfOgWYiQ/s320/paxton+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264477257027109298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paxton and Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8t9OSgotI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DWoQwnb1hl0/s1600-h/paxton+074.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8t9OSgotI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DWoQwnb1hl0/s320/paxton+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264477019250402002" 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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8tuNI-QnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UEXDsU6nWc4/s1600-h/paxton+077.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8tuNI-QnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UEXDsU6nWc4/s320/paxton+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264476761243927154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paxton was soo jealous that daddy was paying more attention to Carter.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8tEaQjzPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q0UB5MAOCfk/s1600-h/paxton+079.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8tEaQjzPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q0UB5MAOCfk/s320/paxton+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264476043210902770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paxton and Avery&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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8skvqQUaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ah_HybUmBBg/s1600-h/paxton+036.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8skvqQUaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ah_HybUmBBg/s320/paxton+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475499200008610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paxton and Gavin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So Paxton had a fun weekend this last weekend.  It started out with Thursday Teresa brought Gavin over, and look at the two of them playing together.  Its so great that they are finally getting big enough that we can sit them across from each other to play.  Although I have to say I think I might have a little bully on my hands because Paxton thought it was funny to push Gavin over.  On Saturday night we were so lucky to get to babysit Carter while Tyler and Sam went to see Crew at the hospital.  Man I forget what it is like to have such a tiny baby around.  It was so much fun to watch him.  Brandon wouldn't put Carter down for even two seconds he loves babies so much.  I know that if I would say yes that Brandon would be all for me getting pregnant right now.  Also Saturday night Wes and Ashley came over and they brought their cute girl Avery.  We put Avery in Paxton's bumbo and Paxton was kind of jealous she was in it.  He kept holding on to the sides and shaking the bumbo like he was trying to tell Avery to get out.  Anyway we had a great weekend we are so greatful for such great friends we love them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-9083689720069612614?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/9083689720069612614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=9083689720069612614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/9083689720069612614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/9083689720069612614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/11/having-fun-with-friends.html' title='Having fun with friends!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQ8uLEE5QbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4DZkfOgWYiQ/s72-c/paxton+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4510935816671599104</id><published>2008-11-01T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:07:26.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzQg9KzhdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/z8gOrdCa7gI/s1600-h/paxton+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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzQg9KzhdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/z8gOrdCa7gI/s320/paxton+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263811329083540946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for Halloween we decided to be a family costume.  I had the cutest bee costume for Paxton.  So Brandon was a bee keeper(much to his dismay)  and I was a flower.  I thought we looked so cute.  But Brandon said he gets to pick the costumes next year. We went to a party and had so much fun especially since this was Paxton's first Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzP6zQQwcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/w2qUuddzZW0/s1600-h/paxton+043.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzP6zQQwcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/w2qUuddzZW0/s320/paxton+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263810673587044802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzPuBp0UyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GfAnwGazJdM/s1600-h/paxton+042.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzPuBp0UyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GfAnwGazJdM/s320/paxton+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263810454114030370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzPdUL8nVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6YRoZhGQqo8/s1600-h/paxton+051.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzPdUL8nVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6YRoZhGQqo8/s320/paxton+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263810167031242066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzPJokvGII/AAAAAAAAAFA/QB0_YqsIE0g/s1600-h/paxton+053.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzPJokvGII/AAAAAAAAAFA/QB0_YqsIE0g/s320/paxton+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263809828906539138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a Halloween party and we played some fun games.  We had a mummy wrapping contest.  We had four minutes to wrap our partner up like a mummy.  Brandon got kind of creative with me and put a bread stick in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzO4b7AOXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EJMLaDLYQts/s1600-h/paxton+055.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzO4b7AOXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EJMLaDLYQts/s320/paxton+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263809533452499314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzOgHgu3RI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5FDwXZzZSfc/s1600-h/paxton+060.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzOgHgu3RI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5FDwXZzZSfc/s320/paxton+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263809115656740114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also had a contest to see who could eat a donut off a string with no hands the fastest.  I totally lost it was so much harder than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzMgmrIPyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D4Z9rmY_mBQ/s1600-h/paxton+063.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzMgmrIPyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D4Z9rmY_mBQ/s320/paxton+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263806924998590242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzMNKvGN7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/8Xe8nJ7PIcI/s1600-h/paxton+064.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzMNKvGN7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/8Xe8nJ7PIcI/s320/paxton+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263806591081527218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bobbed for apples which took me forever to finally get an apple out of the bucket.  I'm sure that everybody loved me because my makeup was coming off in the water. (yum, yum)  Brandon wouldn't even bob for apples because he is such a germ freak.  But that's OK I love him anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-4510935816671599104?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4510935816671599104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4510935816671599104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4510935816671599104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4510935816671599104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQzQg9KzhdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/z8gOrdCa7gI/s72-c/paxton+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-5790328158183084219</id><published>2008-10-30T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:43:59.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paxton's 6 month visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQoMpIn-aBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A1FDtCvJDHo/s1600-h/camping+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQoMpIn-aBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A1FDtCvJDHo/s320/camping+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263033015365167122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Paxton to the doctors office today for his 6 month visit.  I can't believe how big he has gotten.  He is 20 lbs and 4 ounces!  He is 29 inches long!  I know I couldn't believe it.  He is in the 96% for height and 90% for weight.  He just loved playing with the paper on the table.  She was really surprised on how much he has changed and how well his motor skills have improved.  She also was really impressed with how well he sits up and is trying to crawl.  Wow time flies I can believe he is 6 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-5790328158183084219?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5790328158183084219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=5790328158183084219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5790328158183084219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/5790328158183084219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/10/paxtons-6-month-visit.html' title='Paxton&apos;s 6 month visit'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQoMpIn-aBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A1FDtCvJDHo/s72-c/camping+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-7416042289715407747</id><published>2008-10-28T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:34:00.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Halloween Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w465.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w465.photobucket.com/albums/rr20/ashleeemery/26557288.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s465.photobucket.com/albums/rr20/ashleeemery/?action=view&amp;current=26557288.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year right before Halloween, Brandon's family has a big party.  Everybody has to carve pumpkins.  So this year Brandon carved a skull(which he always picks something hard and time consuming.) And I just carved a happy face which took me about 1/4 of the time.  We also bob for apples and have a fire outside.  Paxton wanted to bob for apples too, but instead which just let him suck on one.  And as a tradition all of the grandkids sit with their pumpkins for an annual family picture.  I have insisted on that Brandon and I are too old but they said that we still fall in the grandkids category.  They also have a popcorn maker which Paxton was intrigued over.  He kept putting his hands in there and trying to get popcorn out.  We had a lot of fun though and it was alot funner this year since we have Paxton to enjoy it with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-7416042289715407747?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7416042289715407747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=7416042289715407747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7416042289715407747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/7416042289715407747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/10/annual-halloween-party_8683.html' title='Annual Halloween Party!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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-6277699060959395675.post-9043629418106519847</id><published>2008-10-25T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:11:00.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the leaves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQOmug2D0JI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CDtD04FwYoY/s1600-h/paxton+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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQOmug2D0JI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CDtD04FwYoY/s320/paxton+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261232107719741586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQOmjIJFEeI/AAAAAAAAADI/iCSSvZHK2Iw/s1600-h/paxton+012.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQOmjIJFEeI/AAAAAAAAADI/iCSSvZHK2Iw/s320/paxton+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261231912110068194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQOmYiKaUPI/AAAAAAAAADA/OvdFpL1DR5k/s1600-h/paxton+011.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQOmYiKaUPI/AAAAAAAAADA/OvdFpL1DR5k/s320/paxton+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261231730116415730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Paxton over to my mom's house and she has a lot of leaves in her front yard.  So I took Paxton and let him play in them.  I couldn't get him to stop playing with them, in fact I could barely get him to look up at me so I could take a picture.  He is 6 months old today, I can't believe how fast time goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-9043629418106519847?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/9043629418106519847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=9043629418106519847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/9043629418106519847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/9043629418106519847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-in-leaves.html' title='Playing in the leaves!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQOmug2D0JI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CDtD04FwYoY/s72-c/paxton+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-1516815588164874787</id><published>2008-10-24T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:59:25.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the MTC with Uncle Derek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQHvrmyB5pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Ie0ijOGvrM/s1600-h/camping+059.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQHvrmyB5pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Ie0ijOGvrM/s320/camping+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260749372169250450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQHvdqKIZRI/AAAAAAAAACw/w4t4WNudbpk/s1600-h/camping+062.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQHvdqKIZRI/AAAAAAAAACw/w4t4WNudbpk/s320/camping+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260749132557477138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so if you have ever been to the MTC with anybody you know how hard it is to say goodbye.  We took my brother Derek to the MTC last wednesday, and I was a complete wreck.  My brother and I are really close and anybody who knows me well enough knows it doesn't take much to get me to cry.  So when I say I cried would be an understatement.  But he is doing great already and we have gotten two letters which is so much fun.  I can't believe that when he gets back Paxton will be 2 1/2 and talking and running all over the place.  And who knows I will probably be pregnant.  All of that is so weird for me to think, I just want Paxton to stay little forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-1516815588164874787?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1516815588164874787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=1516815588164874787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1516815588164874787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/1516815588164874787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-mtc-with-uncle-derek.html' title='Going to the MTC with Uncle Derek!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQHvrmyB5pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Ie0ijOGvrM/s72-c/camping+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-4281526328401726916</id><published>2008-10-23T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:11:54.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Uncle Dereks Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQChUC8T3JI/AAAAAAAAACo/9c_RFF9u1co/s1600-h/camping+050.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQChUC8T3JI/AAAAAAAAACo/9c_RFF9u1co/s320/camping+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260381730528025746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQCg4QRjSAI/AAAAAAAAACg/08TkLhxkR58/s1600-h/camping+048.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQCg4QRjSAI/AAAAAAAAACg/08TkLhxkR58/s320/camping+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260381253070440450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQCgjzGtS1I/AAAAAAAAACY/yFfcciX84Zc/s1600-h/camping+049.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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQCgjzGtS1I/AAAAAAAAACY/yFfcciX84Zc/s320/camping+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260380901642947410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Were so happy that we were able to spend one last birthday with my brother Derek.  He turned 19 four days before he went into the MTC.  Paxton thought it was great to help his uncle open presents, because he loves paper so much.  We are so lucky to have such a great family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-4281526328401726916?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4281526328401726916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=4281526328401726916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4281526328401726916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/4281526328401726916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-so-happy-that-we-were-able-to.html' title='Celebrating Uncle Dereks Birthday!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SQChUC8T3JI/AAAAAAAAACo/9c_RFF9u1co/s72-c/camping+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277699060959395675.post-3141615184595720007</id><published>2008-10-18T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:54:44.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paxtons first camping trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrK1o9qAfI/AAAAAAAAACI/7eUzYHmIQbI/s1600-h/camping+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrK1o9qAfI/AAAAAAAAACI/7eUzYHmIQbI/s320/camping+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258738537786376690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A  couple of weeks ago we took Paxton on his first camping trip.  We caught alot of fish and Paxton seemed to think that was great.  He loved being outside and sitting by the fire.  This was our last family vacation with my family before my brother Derek leaves on his mission.  We went to Joes Valley and the weather was great.  It was great to be with my whole family and my sweet husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrKlnnP7YI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQwg6Va7S9A/s1600-h/camping+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrKlnnP7YI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQwg6Va7S9A/s320/camping+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258738262546050434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrKZUNLLII/AAAAAAAAAB4/5Uv1PXrDDuI/s1600-h/camping+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrKZUNLLII/AAAAAAAAAB4/5Uv1PXrDDuI/s320/camping+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258738051177983106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrKLNk021I/AAAAAAAAABw/AsWcPyJjp8w/s1600-h/camping+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrKLNk021I/AAAAAAAAABw/AsWcPyJjp8w/s320/camping+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258737808879967058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrJ7aGmooI/AAAAAAAAABo/_rBYIM8ISJs/s1600-h/camping+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrJ7aGmooI/AAAAAAAAABo/_rBYIM8ISJs/s320/camping+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258737537364959874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrJvsyD5lI/AAAAAAAAABg/kprdwDOWHE4/s1600-h/camping+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrJvsyD5lI/AAAAAAAAABg/kprdwDOWHE4/s320/camping+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258737336220640850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrJi0TsGcI/AAAAAAAAABY/4x3_SSg-1wU/s1600-h/camping+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrJi0TsGcI/AAAAAAAAABY/4x3_SSg-1wU/s320/camping+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258737114902436290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrJGFGYe2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/m5RRgMHi6Qw/s1600-h/camping+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrJGFGYe2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/m5RRgMHi6Qw/s320/camping+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258736621193821026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrIvw3beMI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ugp75D2nOso/s1600-h/camping+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrIvw3beMI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ugp75D2nOso/s320/camping+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258736237805271234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrIlJQguDI/AAAAAAAAABA/p-25VKfyTv4/s1600-h/camping+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrIlJQguDI/AAAAAAAAABA/p-25VKfyTv4/s320/camping+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258736055374362674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrIPknbbHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OLRXnqTl4JE/s1600-h/camping+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrIPknbbHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OLRXnqTl4JE/s320/camping+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258735684761119858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paxton is always wanting to be wherever daddy is, and do whatever daddy is doing.  He is daddy's little buddy in everything he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrH22L6zvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sBzqD0XN7WQ/s1600-h/camping+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrH22L6zvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sBzqD0XN7WQ/s320/camping+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258735259980844786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought his exersaucer along, which was a lifesaver because he played in it alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277699060959395675-3141615184595720007?l=brandonandashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3141615184595720007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277699060959395675&amp;postID=3141615184595720007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3141615184595720007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277699060959395675/posts/default/3141615184595720007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandashlee.blogspot.com/2008/10/paxtons-first-camping-trip.html' title='Paxtons first camping trip!'/><author><name>The Emerys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098547723007667044</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/_ar70H7Jv34M/SPrK1o9qAfI/AAAAAAAAACI/7eUzYHmIQbI/s72-c/camping+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
