<?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-3736994847687268021</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:20:01.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baker Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-3536993971810659854</id><published>2009-04-05T18:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:24:43.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Morgan was so excited for her Spring Break for a number of reasons...no waking up early for zero hour, no homework, lots of time in front of the t.v. but mostly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlJvrpLxVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CY0h0IJihuE/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321365518233093458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlJvrpLxVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CY0h0IJihuE/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her dad was in Utah working so she finally saved up her pennies and got a little creative with her hair...blond streaks, darker underneath and yes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you saw correctly....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; streaks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlJqWC-fWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/T4NBa9Hud_0/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321365426536349026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlJqWC-fWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/T4NBa9Hud_0/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No tatoos or piercings yet...maybe next year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlJbkFbCcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VBpIy7AXNGY/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321365172606667202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlJbkFbCcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VBpIy7AXNGY/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do you notice the bright pink streaks? Why didn't I ever think about that when I was sixteeen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlIwEp4wmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X9qrMhn3lGs/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321364425435300450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlIwEp4wmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X9qrMhn3lGs/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morgan's other project for Spring Break was tie-dying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t-shirts with her BFF, Rebecca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlIhttF_6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/PjMTdJ0i7GU/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321364178756566946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlIhttF_6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/PjMTdJ0i7GU/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know this spring break will go down in history for Morgan! Even if this picture is not a HUGE smile...I know she's smiling on the inside!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3736994847687268021-3536993971810659854?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3536993971810659854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=3536993971810659854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/3536993971810659854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/3536993971810659854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/morgans-spring-break.html' title='Morgan&apos;s Spring Break'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SdlJvrpLxVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CY0h0IJihuE/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-3194800038548990153</id><published>2009-03-15T18:17:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:35:35.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2eKo1y11I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Jl2FIle5fPI/s1600-h/100_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2eKo1y11I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Jl2FIle5fPI/s400/100_4646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313577040965982034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little sister, Brooke came to visit us for her spring break.  For fun, I talked her into taking the boys bowling for family night.  We had a blast.  Monday nights at BSU are great!  $1.50 per game with no cost for shoe rental.  They have all the equipment for the little kids, too.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Brooke!  We had so much fun!!!!!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2d9TwlXuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zgiQJOgDsHA/s1600-h/100_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2d9TwlXuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zgiQJOgDsHA/s400/100_4646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313576811968683746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right, left, right, left....Isn't that the formula?&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2dmqaLVNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1UPQ5Wc6s1g/s1600-h/100_4657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2dmqaLVNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1UPQ5Wc6s1g/s400/100_4657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313576422911726802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke's the pro after just completing her bowling class at SNOW COLLEGE.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that in the end I still kicked her bootie!&lt;br /&gt;(Did I mention that the bumpers stayed up for all of us?)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2daskPcJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/98h3JgNXMdI/s1600-h/100_4648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2daskPcJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/98h3JgNXMdI/s400/100_4648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313576217332379794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan's first frame.  She was a little nervous, having not bowled for a long time.&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/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2dQjO2ebI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VftYNGA-EXE/s1600-h/100_4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2dQjO2ebI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VftYNGA-EXE/s400/100_4672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313576043028052402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only two pins left.  A pretty good frame!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2coPbWEpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LC4dcUkAm0c/s1600-h/100_4651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2coPbWEpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LC4dcUkAm0c/s400/100_4651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313575350516978322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Clay's first and only attempt at bowling.  He wasn't really into it.&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry.  Big brother to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2cTlya3jI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XXic0gSUBu4/s1600-h/100_4664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2cTlya3jI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XXic0gSUBu4/s400/100_4664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313574995742088754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all took turns playing "pass the baby".  Clay was mostly entertained&lt;br /&gt;with the light up cartoon display after each frame.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2cAW_BzUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ax53y4sEzhw/s1600-h/100_4669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2cAW_BzUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ax53y4sEzhw/s400/100_4669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313574665350925634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When he wasn't bowling, James was busy playing in the ball return.  Making the BSU students sharing the ball return with us laugh and try to sneak their balls while James wasn't looking.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2bvQckcAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/_m82KEgItRg/s1600-h/100_4673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2bvQckcAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/_m82KEgItRg/s400/100_4673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313574371538006018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan had much more luck getting James to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;She has such a way with her little brothers.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2bdhZ7IDI/AAAAAAAAANw/9HPKDp9Myu4/s1600-h/100_4675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2bdhZ7IDI/AAAAAAAAANw/9HPKDp9Myu4/s400/100_4675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313574066852667442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No, mommy.  I don't need your help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2bRUyZviI/AAAAAAAAANo/hsajEpBckaU/s1600-h/100_4652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2bRUyZviI/AAAAAAAAANo/hsajEpBckaU/s400/100_4652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313573857307246114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night, James was trying to haul out the ball ramp and carry his own 8lb. ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736994847687268021-3194800038548990153?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3194800038548990153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=3194800038548990153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/3194800038548990153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/3194800038548990153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-night-bowling.html' title='Family Night Bowling'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sb2eKo1y11I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Jl2FIle5fPI/s72-c/100_4646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-5970148705597587804</id><published>2009-03-06T07:06:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:32:20.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday, Clay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbF5walWhcI/AAAAAAAAANY/0mbTsGyfdew/s1600-h/100_4606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310159308323194306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbF5walWhcI/AAAAAAAAANY/0mbTsGyfdew/s400/100_4606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; His b-day cake turned out sooo CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEy_Ym-oSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cN2NTl90uho/s1600-h/100_4546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310081500165611810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEy_Ym-oSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cN2NTl90uho/s400/100_4546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The thing that babies really like most about turning one is the "big boy" car seat. Well, and the cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEyXggNORI/AAAAAAAAANI/KZcJ8uOVjbI/s1600-h/100_4572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310080815089924370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEyXggNORI/AAAAAAAAANI/KZcJ8uOVjbI/s400/100_4572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;James picked this toy out with me. He was convinced that it was supposed to be his and cried a good solid 45 minutes when we got home from the store and I reminded him that we would be wrapping it for brother's birthday. He certainly got his revenge, though. When we weren't looking, he unwrapped the present himself for brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How sweet:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbExa6z3saI/AAAAAAAAANA/jZHT7ghttlg/s1600-h/100_4597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310079774179701154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbExa6z3saI/AAAAAAAAANA/jZHT7ghttlg/s400/100_4597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The present that Clay(and James for that matter) liked the best, was this Lightning McQueen car from Grandma Rose. Clay wasn't sure about it at first, but after mommy pushed him around for a bit, he caught right on. We are taking bets as to when James will let Clay play with it again. At bedtime James informed his Dad that he thought Lightning McQueen was an "outside" toy, which is what we say to James when we don't want his big toys in the house anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;very clever for a three-and-a-half-year-old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEwQEm2IsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ov3cKWuBLA8/s1600-h/100_4600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310078488319238850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEwQEm2IsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ov3cKWuBLA8/s400/100_4600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clay just "chillin'" on his new ride. He rode it kinda like you'd ride a buckin' bronco. With a lot of energy and a lot of bouncing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEvzCB-NtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bISoCmcf2XE/s1600-h/100_4611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310077989411501778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEvzCB-NtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bISoCmcf2XE/s400/100_4611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The birthday candle was lit and we all started singing and Clay started banging his hands on the table as if to say,"I see that food there and I want some--NOW!" At least he was finally his usual smiley self. He didn't take to the birthday hats on us right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;He just wasn't sure what to think with all of us looking at him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;in these funny hats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEvs2fCnlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DT3cXKTLg-c/s1600-h/100_4620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310077883232984658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEvs2fCnlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DT3cXKTLg-c/s400/100_4620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Clay was finally happy when he got his own piece of the giraffe--an ear to be exact. At first he didn't seem to know what the frosting was, but he soon found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEu3UYyg2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/vKvYNPpzgDk/s1600-h/100_4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310076963546891106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbEu3UYyg2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/vKvYNPpzgDk/s400/100_4623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Did I mention that Clay always eats by the fist full? He's in too much of a hurry for manners. It's all or nothing with him.&lt;/span&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/3736994847687268021-5970148705597587804?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5970148705597587804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=5970148705597587804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/5970148705597587804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/5970148705597587804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-1st-birthday-clay.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday, Clay!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SbF5walWhcI/AAAAAAAAANY/0mbTsGyfdew/s72-c/100_4606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-4489041346970334672</id><published>2009-03-03T13:10:00.027-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:02:19.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sweethearts" Morgan's 1st Semi-Formal Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2VewUp5dI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b6sF4dnyggk/s1600-h/100_4535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309063891339830738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2VewUp5dI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b6sF4dnyggk/s400/100_4535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Morgan getting her hair done. The friend's mom doing her hair said, "geeze, she sure has a lot of hair" You would have never thought she was totally bald until about 3-years-old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2VQtkVHII/AAAAAAAAAMI/kS075j-Asf8/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309063650082102402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2VQtkVHII/AAAAAAAAAMI/kS075j-Asf8/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; "Please don't take my picture...well, O.K. I do need some cute ones for my Facebook"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2VDTb_X-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/xvegVtezBDQ/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309063419729502178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2VDTb_X-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/xvegVtezBDQ/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"What the??????"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2ULbP4QbI/AAAAAAAAALw/eG8F5GLI4QA/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309062459753513394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2ULbP4QbI/AAAAAAAAALw/eG8F5GLI4QA/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; I am not sure exactly how this happened--well, obviously I know how it happens, but I just find myself amazed at the beautiful, talented young lady Morgan is turning into. Most days I feel she was sent to our family to teach me. But I do know a thing or two about parental control, especially when I am the one with the camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2T98xXPJI/AAAAAAAAALo/L9_f8ML9f64/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309062228234157202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2T98xXPJI/AAAAAAAAALo/L9_f8ML9f64/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; "Mom, seriously...you really need to take this many pictures?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Tsmy5RYI/AAAAAAAAALg/q0hGzlqCFmc/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309061930277225858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Tsmy5RYI/AAAAAAAAALg/q0hGzlqCFmc/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Mom, we're sooooo done. I'm going to take the camera away from you now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2TExymgqI/AAAAAAAAALY/dGP6bwn8FYI/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309061246034018978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2TExymgqI/AAAAAAAAALY/dGP6bwn8FYI/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Here's the whole group. &lt;a href="http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was saying something about Mike's stinky feet to get them to smile so big. Thanks for all of your help, Jennie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2S30bP3zI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2urvSDgvtmo/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309061023403073330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2S30bP3zI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2urvSDgvtmo/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Morgan with her girl friends, Carmen, Lizzy, and Erin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Sp_1WYdI/AAAAAAAAALI/JQMZx0Xdp1s/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309060785947173330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Sp_1WYdI/AAAAAAAAALI/JQMZx0Xdp1s/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; The girls making a funny pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2SDZS0B8I/AAAAAAAAALA/2CAhxppE_PE/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309060122766739394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2SDZS0B8I/AAAAAAAAALA/2CAhxppE_PE/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Morgan and her friends decided that it would be a fun idea to decorate pizzas as part of their dinner date. I wasn't thinking ahead when I agreed to this idea and didn't realize that they would already be all dressed up when they started in with the pizza sauce. In the end there was nothing to be worried about. Not a drop of sauce was spilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Q5t80adI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sqfRn9yL-Fs/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309058857001314770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Q5t80adI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sqfRn9yL-Fs/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Morgan has a somewhat healthy obsession(if there is such a thing as a healthy obsession) with peace signs. Was she born after her time? Or should we always have peace on the brain no matter the era?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2QoFy0A7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/8Fkuwy2beOA/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309058554164151218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2QoFy0A7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/8Fkuwy2beOA/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; The finished product! It almost looks too good to eat. Thanks, Amy for the awesome pizza dough recipe. It is the best! Let me help interpret Morgan's expression:"Mom, come on! I am starving!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Pq9jf_GI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8X51I8eEVbA/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309057503980420194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Pq9jf_GI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8X51I8eEVbA/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Putting on the corsage. The baby orchids were so lovely and a perfect match to her dress. It seems like just yesterday to me, but I guess it's been a while. Morgan reminded me the day of the dance that we hadn't ordered a boutonniere yet. Turns out Jimmy hadn't ordered her corsage either. I called our local florist and they had them made up in about 15 minutes. Thanks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopebloomsflowers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hope Blooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2PIJ47bCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3xjNK1D_s7U/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309056905996102690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2PIJ47bCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3xjNK1D_s7U/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Morgan and her date, Jimmy, just before they walked out the door. Doesn't she look just beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736994847687268021-4489041346970334672?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4489041346970334672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=4489041346970334672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/4489041346970334672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/4489041346970334672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweethearts-morgans-1st-semi-formal.html' title='&quot;Sweethearts&quot; Morgan&apos;s 1st Semi-Formal Dance'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2VewUp5dI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b6sF4dnyggk/s72-c/100_4535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-8242022862714032940</id><published>2009-03-03T12:17:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:55:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draper Temple Open House</title><content type='html'>The kids and I had a chance this weekend to attend the newest temple in Utah, the Draper Temple. It was such a fun and memorable experience. It also made me remember just how blessed we are to live in a country where we have religious freedom. It is wonderful that there are places of refuge from the world so close to us. Before we moved to Idaho, we literally lived just down the hill from this newely constructed temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Fc1KQHxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5oXjw8DaGFw/s1600-h/100_4543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309046266092592914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Fc1KQHxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5oXjw8DaGFw/s400/100_4543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; From left to right: Little-ist sister, Brooke, one of the middle-ies sisters,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://adamandcourtneyfrisbee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Courtney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;babies Clay, Court's hubby, Adam, Morgan, cousin Areianne(kneeling), Me and James-ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2ErJhXd4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/USNEfyK4chw/s1600-h/100_4541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309045412564793218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2ErJhXd4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/USNEfyK4chw/s400/100_4541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My sister Courtney's husband, Adam thought it would be a crying shame not to take a photo of us all on the diagonal. He's must know something about the eternities that has evaded the rest of us. Thanks for the super-fun time, Adam and for being such an awesome uncle to the boys. It would have been so sad for us sisters to get together and not be able to experience&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight_movie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Check out the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/temples/construction/0,11437,1940-1-590,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Construction Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;of the temple sight. It's amazing how quickly a building of this size and magnitude can be constructed.&lt;/span&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/3736994847687268021-8242022862714032940?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8242022862714032940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=8242022862714032940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/8242022862714032940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/8242022862714032940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/construction-photos.html' title='Draper Temple Open House'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/Sa2Fc1KQHxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5oXjw8DaGFw/s72-c/100_4543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-8450551780709208706</id><published>2009-02-15T20:07:00.023-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:04:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James' Potty Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjg7G-HT5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/KvuBsEAiEhw/s1600-h/balloons.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Wednesday was the day. I had been putting it off long enough and Tyla probably wants her book back so she can start training Clara. When James woke up, the house was decorated like a campout. Josh and I made a tent out of sheets and blankets in the living room. Wildlife coloring pages were taped up on the office door, in our "meadow" right next to the fish pond. I checked out every book and video from the library and had the VCR ready to go along with the books laid out on the fireplace mantle. Then there was the present. "Tommy" James' new friend was wrapped up and waiting for him in the bathroom. We were going to spend the morning camping and unbeknownst to James, helping Tommy be a big boy and go on the potty. We had so much fun taking Tommy to the potty and giving him candy and stickers when he went. He also got stickers and candy for practicing when he had an accident. The real incentive here is that Tommy is a doll and can't really eat the treats so guess who gets excited about taking Tommy to the potty? Yep, James--in fact, it didn't take James long to suggest that Tommy needed to go potty about every 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjf2FXWIlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ldz0YkDD9YA/s1600-h/camping+hunt+map.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303234681474785874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjf2FXWIlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ldz0YkDD9YA/s400/camping+hunt+map.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt; The morning started with James, Tommy and Mom finding a camping map and then going on a hunt for cool camping things, like a fishing pole, binoculars, a cooler with camping food, play camera, a magnifying glass, cool bugs, a compass--you get the idea...all the things you need for a good campout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjfOXZBc2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ixFdkrXVOoY/s1600-h/our+camping+lookout.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303233999118889826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjfOXZBc2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ixFdkrXVOoY/s400/our+camping+lookout.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;The coolest part of the campout was the "lookout" high in the mountains with lots of leaves and fun things to do--like blow bubbles, color, play guessing games--keep James occupied and distracted long enough to sit on the potty. You get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZje06HUITI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8vEBnXDPIDg/s1600-h/the+potty+seat.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303233561763258674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZje06HUITI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8vEBnXDPIDg/s400/the+potty+seat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt; The real purpose of the cool "camping lookout" was the potty of course--lots of time to sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and wait...for something to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjeiWw3u3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/cAbJuSqGE3o/s1600-h/100_4474.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303233243036236658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjeiWw3u3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/cAbJuSqGE3o/s400/100_4474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt; And when it did...or when it didn't..basically any time we spent on the "lookout" we got to pick a cool sticker to put on the chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjc8JC8-6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/rcPXzLVCPMw/s1600-h/big+boy+underwear.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303231487007325090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjc8JC8-6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/rcPXzLVCPMw/s400/big+boy+underwear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt; After nap time, Tommy and mommy had a present for James. Can you guess what it was? James was plenty happy to just go "commando". Luckily, he warmed up to the new "big boy" underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjcw2dvsYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-891W7moSM0/s1600-h/balloons.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303231293040865666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjcw2dvsYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-891W7moSM0/s400/balloons.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjcpnZ3rCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AhaZZuRD4AM/s1600-h/balloons.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjbaR3DQpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m1mOEFRN3TU/s1600-h/blowing+out+the+candles.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303229805746143890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjbaR3DQpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m1mOEFRN3TU/s400/blowing+out+the+candles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjaIUVb7CI/AAAAAAAAAHw/epialqqghOc/s1600-h/blowing+out+the+candles.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;What's a potty celebration without cupcakes and balloons? At the end of the day, we had a family party celebrating James becoming a "Big Boy". He was still undecided and said he was perfectly happy wearing diapers. But by Friday, he had come around and was really excited about picking out his "big boy" underwear. He will even tell me when he has to go...and he's not just crying wolf. He has way too much to do each day to waste time with unnecessary trips to the potty...even though it usually gets him a chance to:&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;1. flush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;2. play in the water(of the sink--not the toilet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;3. a sticker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;4. a treat--we're on sugar overload this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjZoeiwmRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2oPEG7DW5UE/s1600-h/opening+the+gift.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303227850645608722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjZoeiwmRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2oPEG7DW5UE/s400/opening+the+gift.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Then came to presents. Like most kids his age, James totally loves ripping the paper. It's almost as good as the gift! But wait...unless the gift is DINOSAURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjYwS__35I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kct94hQDc8k/s1600-h/dinosaur+gift.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303226885474344850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjYwS__35I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kct94hQDc8k/s400/dinosaur+gift.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt; Wow! All that hard work and practice time on the potty earned James a present. He was so excited for his dinosaur gift. He loves dinosaurs right now. His Grandpa Baker gave him a BIG book of dinosaur facts including all of the different kinds of dinosaurs from around the planet for Christmas and James loves it! He spends a lot of time during the day looking at the pictures and then acting them out with his dinosaurs. Oh...and remember the origonal "Land Before Time"? I have it on VHS--probably from Morgan and we have watched it over the past week no less that 30 times! Oh Little Foot, don't be sad, you'll see your mommy again some day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;All in all, a very rewarding and fun week---even with all the extra laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3736994847687268021-8450551780709208706?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8450551780709208706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=8450551780709208706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/8450551780709208706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/8450551780709208706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/james-potty-party.html' title='James&apos; Potty Party'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SZjf2FXWIlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ldz0YkDD9YA/s72-c/camping+hunt+map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-4243877113489762043</id><published>2009-02-05T11:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:05:10.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Valentine's Day without Cookies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYsy0QUhEBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RjsM_M2v2AI/s1600-h/100_4448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299385259847127058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYsy0QUhEBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RjsM_M2v2AI/s400/100_4448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first bite is always the sweetest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYsyeaF1RKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hyku67eg0lQ/s1600-h/100_4444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299384884512769186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYsyeaF1RKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hyku67eg0lQ/s400/100_4444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;James just can't wait! Amazing. The kid only eats chicken nuggets, pizza, bagels, applesauce, mandarin oranges, toast and cereal...must love the sugar just like mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYsxTOnAfeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HSvTPAgd4tI/s1600-h/Valentines+Cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299383592940502498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYsxTOnAfeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HSvTPAgd4tI/s400/Valentines+Cookies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;My sister and neice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt; came to visit this weekend, so we made some special cookies to celebrate Valentine's Day. I have it on good authority (from several close friends) that this is the best sugar cookie recipe they've ever tasted. Thank's aunt Patty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736994847687268021-4243877113489762043?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4243877113489762043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=4243877113489762043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/4243877113489762043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/4243877113489762043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-valentines-day-without-cookies.html' title='What is Valentine&apos;s Day without Cookies?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYsy0QUhEBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RjsM_M2v2AI/s72-c/100_4448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-267893432778027312</id><published>2009-01-28T11:36:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:08:29.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been up to...besides living vicariously through Bella, Edward and Jacob.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYCsMpbZUgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z5ynDnt9OfI/s1600-h/SuperJames+collage+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYCsMpbZUgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z5ynDnt9OfI/s400/SuperJames+collage+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296422495066870274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James is a superhero. Don't get too excited. He is still a lion about twice a week, but he has also been testing out his "super" jumping abilities in his new cape--yes, minus the clothing. He has taken a real fascination to removing his clothing, usually during naptime and I often find him without his pj's in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYCrJthfhmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EyrmjimrV40/s1600-h/Morgan+collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYCrJthfhmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EyrmjimrV40/s400/Morgan+collage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296421345114949218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Morgan has been keeping busy with the whole growing up thing.  She turned 16 and has her driving permit.  Only 6 months of driving with Mom until she's free.  She got her first guitar for Christmas and was excited.  She is also our ward youth director for the upcoming dance festival--lots of cute boys, holding hands, dancing...oh the joys of teenagehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYCos_YkKvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/T1Qc9R7SyNU/s1600-h/Clay+naughty+pants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYCos_YkKvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/T1Qc9R7SyNU/s400/Clay+naughty+pants.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296418652669881074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clay's new nickname is "Clay-Clay naughty pants" which I kind of borrowed from his niece, Abby, who is "Abby naughty pants". He climbs on anything and everything. Good thing he can't open doors yet. That is the only thing keeping me sane. Did I mention he is also fond of plant dirt? Here he is helping me unload the dishes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ya, right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736994847687268021-267893432778027312?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/267893432778027312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=267893432778027312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/267893432778027312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/267893432778027312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-weve-been-up-tobesides-living.html' title='What we&apos;ve been up to...besides living vicariously through Bella, Edward and Jacob.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYCsMpbZUgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z5ynDnt9OfI/s72-c/SuperJames+collage+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-2543240886685621503</id><published>2008-12-18T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:22:38.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this Christmas or Halloween?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SUsAiUgyD7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/z-ZdRhSIrFM/s1600-h/100_3909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SUsAiUgyD7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/z-ZdRhSIrFM/s400/100_3909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan looks forward to our advent calendar which counts down the days to Christmas. James is finally old enough to get into the spirit this year as you will see Morgan showing him just how the calendar works. You may notice the lion costume. No, it is not Halloween. These pictures were taken on December 1st as we were putting up our Christmas tree. At this time, James had been wearing his lion or monkey costume daily for the past 3 weeks. The only way we can get out of the house without a costume is to tell him that it is in the wash.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SUsAisKUAFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9V381nDpt4s/s1600-h/100_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SUsAisKUAFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9V381nDpt4s/s400/100_3911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SUsAi7DoA7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/XvY0bgSyABw/s1600-h/100_3914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SUsAi7DoA7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/XvY0bgSyABw/s400/100_3914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SUsAi3rSVJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/D_0kN5uHA7I/s1600-h/100_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SUsAi3rSVJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/D_0kN5uHA7I/s400/100_3927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the proof! It really is Christmas little lion! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736994847687268021-2543240886685621503?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2543240886685621503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=2543240886685621503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/2543240886685621503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/2543240886685621503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-christmas-of-halloween.html' title='Is this Christmas or Halloween?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SUsAiUgyD7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/z-ZdRhSIrFM/s72-c/100_3909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-427192232263666557</id><published>2008-11-30T20:29:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:45:42.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From my little Turkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/STNc5VycZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CWCKbIuj-co/s1600-h/100_3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;For those of you who haven't given up following my blog--as I haven't posted anything for 5 weeks--you may not want to get too excited and think that I've turned a new corner or something and will be posting more frequently. I guess anything is possible. I did want to point out, however that I did and probably will make it top priority to change my playlist before December 1st even rolled around--F.Y.I. my favorite secular Christmas song is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sleigh Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;--the Johnny Mathis version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/STNc5VycZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CWCKbIuj-co/s1600-h/100_3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/STNc5VycZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CWCKbIuj-co/s400/100_3844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274661728752002098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Check out James' cool hat.  I know, I'm just getting so crafty in my old age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you're not creative, like me, just have friends with little kids. Those elementary school teachers are always coming up with cute ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/STNcZ6LdSTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EBiKC8Zoruw/s1600-h/100_3847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/STNcZ6LdSTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EBiKC8Zoruw/s400/100_3847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274661188764780850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clay it totally out of here---not that James was torturing him or anything.  Look at the totally innocent grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3736994847687268021-427192232263666557?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/427192232263666557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=427192232263666557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/427192232263666557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/427192232263666557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-my-little-turkeys.html' title='From my little Turkeys'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/STNc5VycZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CWCKbIuj-co/s72-c/100_3844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-8171491966152323102</id><published>2008-10-19T21:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:56:25.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Monkey-ing" Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  In my mind it's never too early to start taking Halloween pictures.  You just never know how Halloween night is going to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SPv_mt9MvNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RmmMZEF18xI/s1600-h/100_3224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SPv_mt9MvNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RmmMZEF18xI/s400/100_3224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259078030521580754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SPv-hFP5v0I/AAAAAAAAACU/1iNPfHZYy9Y/s1600-h/100_3237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SPv-hFP5v0I/AAAAAAAAACU/1iNPfHZYy9Y/s400/100_3237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259076834183200578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;James was supposed to be Mr. Incredible from the Incredibles, or as he calls it "Heros Big Trouble".  Once he saw baby Clay's monkey costume, he said that Clay could be heros big touble and James could be a monkey.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SPv-SnFxgiI/AAAAAAAAACM/s09ghiFH47k/s1600-h/100_3238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SPv-SnFxgiI/AAAAAAAAACM/s09ghiFH47k/s400/100_3238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259076585569485346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The cutest baby monkey in the Baker Family Zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736994847687268021-8171491966152323102?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8171491966152323102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=8171491966152323102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/8171491966152323102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/8171491966152323102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/monkey-ing-around.html' title='&quot;Monkey-ing&quot; Around'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SPv_mt9MvNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RmmMZEF18xI/s72-c/100_3224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736994847687268021.post-3681392273712956931</id><published>2008-09-24T21:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:25:06.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a New Blog</title><content type='html'>This is a picture of Morgan.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736994847687268021-3681392273712956931?l=jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3681392273712956931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736994847687268021&amp;postID=3681392273712956931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/3681392273712956931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736994847687268021/posts/default/3681392273712956931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandksbakerbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-new-blog.html' title='I Have a New Blog'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143320870522333636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WoBZKDGTcQ/SYs50zo3MUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0YoF_yHd1Ts/S220/100_4363-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
