tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117425372109044082024-03-05T03:05:02.481-08:00Stephens 8Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-79457177592230177732010-03-23T13:10:00.000-07:002010-03-23T13:51:43.815-07:00It's about time...Really it is!<div>I should be doing a lot of other things right now, homework, sleeping (I have to work a grave tonight), cleaning, laundry, running, bathing babies....you name it, I SHOULD be doing that. Instead I sit here and wonder what in the world I could blog/journal about for my posterity, and my family and maybe even friends that might be interested??<div><br /></div><div>I have to mention, first, that life is good. It's really, really good. I really love my husband, my children are all amazing, beautiful, talented....driving me crazy ;) Second, I have been so, so, so, so, busy, but I choose to be, I would be unhappy if I wasn't. Third, life IS moving on! Kylie is in 7th grade! I was just in 7th grade myself! My baby is going to be one in less than a month!!!! As I type this I am a little teary, life moves way to fast when one is so distracted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Any way, I just want to post a few pictures of some goings on...other than that....that's it. Seriously, I could be here all day updating.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9C3iwnmA-SjRBj7-FBju4TSasniPzKD0kSB7gcZVVKC1_Pfh4h-kPnDczsbZtVAJOTx8sG6BjcoYevRu5QpMiAqyyKr_gfwTaVlP4Sp0-VNPrphxjcgKwjaC2ONu5hL0z9s0wgVnvbev/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9C3iwnmA-SjRBj7-FBju4TSasniPzKD0kSB7gcZVVKC1_Pfh4h-kPnDczsbZtVAJOTx8sG6BjcoYevRu5QpMiAqyyKr_gfwTaVlP4Sp0-VNPrphxjcgKwjaC2ONu5hL0z9s0wgVnvbev/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451932039135417314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Beautiful nieces with my babies, they are graduating from HS in May!!! I met Kevin when they were just three. I love these girls.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9FQDcW3n9jzw4Gh1YCeAax9K68gnapfB8lD1MG_Mwfg-IgozSGLSO4JreeDx0nIpln2vjCEsufFtwDYKQGrrJ3dnX7sGPPs4s2LcCuuPLhav6bql6lokl31ygI0zijq3Eu6qfI283fhY/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9FQDcW3n9jzw4Gh1YCeAax9K68gnapfB8lD1MG_Mwfg-IgozSGLSO4JreeDx0nIpln2vjCEsufFtwDYKQGrrJ3dnX7sGPPs4s2LcCuuPLhav6bql6lokl31ygI0zijq3Eu6qfI283fhY/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451932029678388402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's hard being a baby around here.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCSsL2trIQztmefFZRhYnd-468dCLppT0tJZVyfb7WuPfkAhBrOiyQX6rg5jw-1HDxJioNDDHP6qb-Wzq4OPEHoFvfPOGZQP47jMtxTWVBd300cv6ulSWiWfyhewmT-s3MC5CpYG6plqA/s1600-h/057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCSsL2trIQztmefFZRhYnd-468dCLppT0tJZVyfb7WuPfkAhBrOiyQX6rg5jw-1HDxJioNDDHP6qb-Wzq4OPEHoFvfPOGZQP47jMtxTWVBd300cv6ulSWiWfyhewmT-s3MC5CpYG6plqA/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451932020947913138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kelby is Three! He thought it was Christmas just for him.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnkHx37COV6nfpMA3KeS45rAApFlShhEwyUkHHxa_PWdPpY6hyphenhyphenxvbmkATS_Ch3jdV-1ZTEx5FcgzOHfza7jmFjWROvtcnl7ZFOfGO-QLHGMvSRvxpl-pnqr7AVcZqtEje6358-s2pz_LK/s1600-h/09-10+035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnkHx37COV6nfpMA3KeS45rAApFlShhEwyUkHHxa_PWdPpY6hyphenhyphenxvbmkATS_Ch3jdV-1ZTEx5FcgzOHfza7jmFjWROvtcnl7ZFOfGO-QLHGMvSRvxpl-pnqr7AVcZqtEje6358-s2pz_LK/s400/09-10+035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451932013615714658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Leilani turned nine. She had a birthday party with her tres chic friends. Very girly and just right.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0JekEaT9O7ppWqsQmTKdBNMEJtFrLCf8N6EflXpzkh1KXZ5ZA7D5VgcBhwxyzbs-Izt5z0mDOPZYPQKMtYCpiFJXic-SnENaCmRGv3vMDiTFsgyI8D34MNsYdmq8UInuTk-f2Sl26_1m/s1600-h/09-10+024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0JekEaT9O7ppWqsQmTKdBNMEJtFrLCf8N6EflXpzkh1KXZ5ZA7D5VgcBhwxyzbs-Izt5z0mDOPZYPQKMtYCpiFJXic-SnENaCmRGv3vMDiTFsgyI8D34MNsYdmq8UInuTk-f2Sl26_1m/s400/09-10+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451932005091714146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kelby found my camera.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I promise to post more of the older kids later, this is all I had on my SD card, maybe I better get on the ball, since the kids decided to grow up on me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-67186650236751687002009-11-10T10:24:00.000-08:002009-11-10T10:40:39.581-08:00No Where Else I'd Rather Be<div align="center">Your right, I still need to blog about Halloween....and I will....soon. There are so many things going on in our lives right now; my career change, along with it's accompanying school, homework, and hard work at the hospital. Kylie getting a social life and pretty much growing up right before our very eyes, Broden doing so well at everything, Leilani and gymnastics, Kaxton....being a six year old boy and of course the babies....not to mention Daddy and his job paying for all of this!!!! I have so very many conflicting emotions, as we contemplate a move to Washington, taking our children from the country life they have always known, me working full time and becoming the primary bread winner, all the success that I feel as I work outside the home right now. So many things pulling us all away from this.......</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402545261217049122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFut6CfJZN7jvIFfGgnbpz0C3o-xnSFeNj_AZqDZXSvedxyiusY09_lA0bfFG4s4Dp10YvGC8LewCmOU1nlFU4xOo5-1gcoK3Fte0ePC5Nm88jJf1kEX9_PCoWQ7tekIJ1uu-gfC-V8ch/s400/Nov+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402545263585197458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfoAFXV09bYuEixCdjzyypfZKub62DlTP8Nu2bwXGSzLh2h5wEtIXh156N0qjWKOZb9B3jJETHz_6SJnZkZ9669mhSK_58XmaniHS-WJm4sfm3n-YnfNPR3jHSBPSMDkTD-LQs-kAPTBE2/s400/Nov+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402545272619818178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbdKDU-f1I2y4HtYiONB2E8EuYAJu652gP7C9SDJ_rXEsp7IANOZfaocl_txd67OcRKeKSGoWmclbu65hcRu9gquNCXZU0XLW6Y0D09J2n0oL7CXWuBonRhyphenhypheneLRo5PV0mI3BhGgnbacm7/s400/Nov+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402545276884923074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53Cs7jvQDuy3xdoEMzhEZqNbEweGk_5CG0eyJQGhMdr8PINYuHQzFaOsJkq67YBzy998ofqj0PJj1PHuPbrmpwzx9cJ_njDxgX1nLeNnKvOu-CtyHAoGpzeQz0BxnYmFkp723g_y_kd_C/s400/Nov+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402545283319556194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwke815l2SMlg7rkqD63oUOLj6etvGqhy-xuynmD5L6FW4nPDHQMT9qLTQZV8nAa0MOc67i7W_de3m98jr1r8IQXJF7coO1hukhO5-qZXk0Wo3EhUxPmwxqFjjuF0v32ONJIGYQoCgZRW/s400/Nov+2009+002.jpg" border="0" />I realize, that there is nowhere I'd rather be, than right here, right now...Today! <br /><div></div>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-23393731697661775142009-10-09T11:20:00.000-07:002009-10-09T12:01:23.571-07:00Kelby<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhkMP4TcGmG2b5ZPiqLFDupid_PUZDX0Zw_16C8ezoNMmkHOoUCJ5TLOkxqkn8CgQfEi_KOkE296lkgnCypM6VCAaclQ6zJbEwAwhleCQTj6MR_RXIg2thL8y7kBKI9JGMlig-3Z1Ee2p/s1600-h/summer+2009+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668348571407058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhkMP4TcGmG2b5ZPiqLFDupid_PUZDX0Zw_16C8ezoNMmkHOoUCJ5TLOkxqkn8CgQfEi_KOkE296lkgnCypM6VCAaclQ6zJbEwAwhleCQTj6MR_RXIg2thL8y7kBKI9JGMlig-3Z1Ee2p/s400/summer+2009+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> I always dreamed (when I was growing up) that I would have a lot of boys. I've had three, each one totally different...but the same! This post I want to share the baby boy. In these childhood dreams of mine, I always fantasized that my boys would be best friends and do everything together. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Broden</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kaxton</span> and Kelby have yet to be "best friends" but I think they are on their way. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Broden</span> and Kelby have a special relationship, Kelby waits for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Broden</span> to come home off the bus every day, he loves to play with him and fight with him and tell on him......<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOBSxdCMPYUqlrIbH1cMRP9PqcERcbTxvf5G7JeQDSXzDwI_CJHNh41bg5hEh5SWHezBEaT3Bd3Ul3eVZp86UbLbUY6o7pD7Kd0LHfeiPaiGJrqjXtAEGeEjNH0F1C_PaMwvSCCnu2obA/s1600-h/summer+2009+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668336255478290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOBSxdCMPYUqlrIbH1cMRP9PqcERcbTxvf5G7JeQDSXzDwI_CJHNh41bg5hEh5SWHezBEaT3Bd3Ul3eVZp86UbLbUY6o7pD7Kd0LHfeiPaiGJrqjXtAEGeEjNH0F1C_PaMwvSCCnu2obA/s400/summer+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kelby is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">feisty</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfmxxyqhiu4SB7Z3mM1hwIVBxEfz8sguT7SiHiE5jBaqB3gyu7Bd6ohlNKRrb9sLtdpLYa1lTCfiKJV0JjSan-Y98L-9DtsbVzo6rF6K3qmfHVtmXa3X4qkaLv8hi5Dc8nPd1KoDrrXKa/s1600-h/spring2008+145.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668325893930946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfmxxyqhiu4SB7Z3mM1hwIVBxEfz8sguT7SiHiE5jBaqB3gyu7Bd6ohlNKRrb9sLtdpLYa1lTCfiKJV0JjSan-Y98L-9DtsbVzo6rF6K3qmfHVtmXa3X4qkaLv8hi5Dc8nPd1KoDrrXKa/s400/spring2008+145.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kelby is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">soooo</span> sweet<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvARau-hgcP8bkYgCG3WsOJwXATZ-H1vm82YnJ8pVb963-kdakaMv8PRUfwOOfqRKKHtFmnbcc1UnZwybYRUNIA_1irCK__IA7rjfpkADI06pTesk_OSCi1_bT1DKgZANGt1Te8md9l8g/s1600-h/spring2008+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668314316360226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvARau-hgcP8bkYgCG3WsOJwXATZ-H1vm82YnJ8pVb963-kdakaMv8PRUfwOOfqRKKHtFmnbcc1UnZwybYRUNIA_1irCK__IA7rjfpkADI06pTesk_OSCi1_bT1DKgZANGt1Te8md9l8g/s400/spring2008+002.jpg" border="0" /></a>and smart! What a joy he has been in just these fun two years we have had him!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSaNBH_Ch24ArOyV9tWWm8_xYUAeZwLNOuCUb0NkwOPCw04gUL9nDfebjQb0fcEJqfIGKgzSPDuZnqoFAySyVasmeql2duPm7iU-syGVyOMvGqO9GluS7mliNA_NpGZfisaq2HY68M5d3/s1600-h/july26-08_039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668304483388466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSaNBH_Ch24ArOyV9tWWm8_xYUAeZwLNOuCUb0NkwOPCw04gUL9nDfebjQb0fcEJqfIGKgzSPDuZnqoFAySyVasmeql2duPm7iU-syGVyOMvGqO9GluS7mliNA_NpGZfisaq2HY68M5d3/s400/july26-08_039.jpg" border="0" /></a>He is all boy and so funny. Currently his favorite things are: Veggie Tales, turkey sandwiches, playing "guys" with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Broden</span>, and snuggling in bed with Momma!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-20632082832725110482009-10-01T07:46:00.000-07:002009-10-01T08:01:43.326-07:00By The Way....We Choose to Live Here.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibN2IvvlwG8VHw6ymKLNZ9_eu2Zgy7BH9Ti1M-IZWkS5cOKcTz07vT8GTJs_XKwmm8tbSI1UYc0T2towgBEEoBeb8jx9EPbB8LbmE2Dg1ry7IDzDOmbs5w-09kf1XdGOSKlJyWK9JnRWO8/s1600-h/Fall2009+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646845794624994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibN2IvvlwG8VHw6ymKLNZ9_eu2Zgy7BH9Ti1M-IZWkS5cOKcTz07vT8GTJs_XKwmm8tbSI1UYc0T2towgBEEoBeb8jx9EPbB8LbmE2Dg1ry7IDzDOmbs5w-09kf1XdGOSKlJyWK9JnRWO8/s400/Fall2009+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBb7Bsh40rw7zKClD7B5_RXoKstsl1khp1CBq-maMU4JlhsabU3UAGbLpxSprELSGKIWsL0mDhZMErwGks4TuswSuabpeu8Yq8uzkcy4EtX_dRMmMaYMopU0PBgBIHHjyXtykPTf6117-/s1600-h/Fall2009+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646836710152738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBb7Bsh40rw7zKClD7B5_RXoKstsl1khp1CBq-maMU4JlhsabU3UAGbLpxSprELSGKIWsL0mDhZMErwGks4TuswSuabpeu8Yq8uzkcy4EtX_dRMmMaYMopU0PBgBIHHjyXtykPTf6117-/s400/Fall2009+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOMMyiEuOHjZXO3HdWAQFOHkpFqk4hTLXe7jKQJ1zCtO3U0m4O-8XuAgXPdnuMVqYcK7Yw3uSnkQT5JI3bU0Lo9AlonW3R7mbW5dYRY8FwnvROVyStmsXC3v8mXGoXOgqygp9m_DrpKqm/s1600-h/Fall2009+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646828978892130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOMMyiEuOHjZXO3HdWAQFOHkpFqk4hTLXe7jKQJ1zCtO3U0m4O-8XuAgXPdnuMVqYcK7Yw3uSnkQT5JI3bU0Lo9AlonW3R7mbW5dYRY8FwnvROVyStmsXC3v8mXGoXOgqygp9m_DrpKqm/s400/Fall2009+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>October first....however....last year this storm came on Labor day, so who am I to complain?</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-7427276225797584422009-09-27T19:41:00.001-07:002009-09-27T20:45:06.064-07:00For Les Nessman<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQWLxuNWzSCW8C8fVAUoiY6Ju1SZA53wInOehlLV6cRHcsggKPxgXeZfMymlAfPS68UviFIEg_rXsoXZ8Y0Zc1xDM0HAqkDAMTzguUjurLmUNW2tNdjqM6k93gYtI-pIkTlU5vAjwAp1v/s1600-h/summer+2009+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386353727105166626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQWLxuNWzSCW8C8fVAUoiY6Ju1SZA53wInOehlLV6cRHcsggKPxgXeZfMymlAfPS68UviFIEg_rXsoXZ8Y0Zc1xDM0HAqkDAMTzguUjurLmUNW2tNdjqM6k93gYtI-pIkTlU5vAjwAp1v/s400/summer+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">My babies, Kelby and Reece</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBlDC5LvOCClYS0lGwEIvs1val86USqtajSs6FYVlQ6p4Y5Uzh7NHJnTwe4nGcwaPQdVbCKIClwSTg3_fNXh9UWqoJBCwSYQLd7BAFEFBikRBJnaftmcXUZpkneooH72aIMbeb3atktuQ/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+august+2008+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386345940530365506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBlDC5LvOCClYS0lGwEIvs1val86USqtajSs6FYVlQ6p4Y5Uzh7NHJnTwe4nGcwaPQdVbCKIClwSTg3_fNXh9UWqoJBCwSYQLd7BAFEFBikRBJnaftmcXUZpkneooH72aIMbeb3atktuQ/s400/Family+Pictures+august+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Kelby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kekoa</span></span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386358237666436706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPpQG4Vnw8s0zhaUmswP8WpeY_qAl_8XYM4jG0dTyGBZjt7ejpml5j2aUedjZ0Slj6Ty_svC2hhFS1Gc5tPD16XPLdMim_PLYHX_My_pKPEhkX2cRes1m_PWbXCStuCkwFl8fAUDLNxOD/s400/Family+Pictures+august+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kaxton</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tyrell</span></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_BhSskBJ2HtMpeyBvLMP8niX-9vxA5ivMx1GCZNSQnOuqxNDSme4KGSKwtZPbr_QEcedvd87hMGKByK2rbbZHCWzDIzBo0F8bBN_Buqi7smWJbbQf90FwnWYsWPswWA-KoRfrI499Vlj/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+august+2008+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386345928747982082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_BhSskBJ2HtMpeyBvLMP8niX-9vxA5ivMx1GCZNSQnOuqxNDSme4KGSKwtZPbr_QEcedvd87hMGKByK2rbbZHCWzDIzBo0F8bBN_Buqi7smWJbbQf90FwnWYsWPswWA-KoRfrI499Vlj/s400/Family+Pictures+august+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Leilani</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lenea</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZxunA7_YGrvggIRiL9vEDpbIllijUzEyufTRU_-RVlYAUMSffFfo8oXu5JnHJR6st5pS1M1awQjYlPaRUGy2bcpz_Wxn2pXfE1_o7t_AABvecGyf_EAHzXFX8z8lfUXGot73R-QP17r1i/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+august+2008+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386345915148988642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZxunA7_YGrvggIRiL9vEDpbIllijUzEyufTRU_-RVlYAUMSffFfo8oXu5JnHJR6st5pS1M1awQjYlPaRUGy2bcpz_Wxn2pXfE1_o7t_AABvecGyf_EAHzXFX8z8lfUXGot73R-QP17r1i/s400/Family+Pictures+august+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Broden</span> Ray</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTvJYmHG0sWKQj9cHIS4myD7TgXvJ07xjHkJfd-dJynh4qq5adWhwBM8pgh4PmCa8SaF1OuCY61oizEU1lHk9BJ-ls86NrvjAIht-gQ0BysLS3Nf16vacE3QVdN83Zg0n9nDMym1qYbXR/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+august+2008+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386345909019611218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTvJYmHG0sWKQj9cHIS4myD7TgXvJ07xjHkJfd-dJynh4qq5adWhwBM8pgh4PmCa8SaF1OuCY61oizEU1lHk9BJ-ls86NrvjAIht-gQ0BysLS3Nf16vacE3QVdN83Zg0n9nDMym1qYbXR/s400/Family+Pictures+august+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Kylie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">RayLynne</span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left">There you have it! Our beautiful family. This morning as I was getting ready for church, I was feeling so frustrated because of the amount of time it takes to get everyone out the door looking decent. There was a great deal of fighting and name calling, even some yelling by Kevin and I. No one likes to walk into sacrament meeting feeling like you could rip your kid's head off at any moment. Most Sundays are like this for me, all the way up until the opening hymn, I feel so much frustration! I am positive that the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">adversary</span> would have me feel this way, especially after down loading these pictures and really looking through all that we have on this computer to document our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">children's</span> upbringing. There is no doubt about it, I am so blessed and lucky that the Lord trusted me to raise these beautiful spirits.....even the ones going through puberty and the two year old ones that color on the baby.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386357320337908018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzHNzIMT__oxlbEdVfA41rWjhqblzFueGYyMdSi9VRJ2bOzvwUAC34QRyxPZjI3x84I9wSw9q0s-L4LlYG5WZ3YmRjbeHOKRRhPZcrk5IUc7jBYjPloIxbQcKG2KrR1RXXTdD72ZbX1Vj/s400/summer+2009+076.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386357310553372370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaCbIQuzPDyMmqLBChYPrWvo1RKWZOB2w7Xhzw7gzx8EVvhdirXAjOA90mQwlEMJd3lZsX3LHOQoZrWQt7DFRPJ2W8LP01xQ4Yo7Re8OYzumtBbtAPgdKkaKnqeYY84-fiuqv0TDZbw6Lp/s400/summer+2009+075.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-53333277625683118712009-08-31T07:02:00.000-07:002009-08-31T07:18:35.424-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqLorr68KQms-2d1hTDRr_4yHCHcf-T3kZxFPZP0TH_pSHKGvgu-nqa1iu3r2RJ7At2skCmPjDoRuinZRaKU6NJXk_dNhPBz6z-BJQOccSjtgWnznxN18obBUlo6JRq8ySPSsX1wIFuJ-/s1600-h/891943-R1-00-0_001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376128610050094418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqLorr68KQms-2d1hTDRr_4yHCHcf-T3kZxFPZP0TH_pSHKGvgu-nqa1iu3r2RJ7At2skCmPjDoRuinZRaKU6NJXk_dNhPBz6z-BJQOccSjtgWnznxN18obBUlo6JRq8ySPSsX1wIFuJ-/s400/891943-R1-00-0_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">DADDY!</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">Things are crazy right now, not just crazy, insane!!!! What was I thinking? <span style="font-size:180%;">Six</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> children, full time school, full time work, gymnastics, volleyball, scouts, homework, sick babies, potty training, and on and on and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">onnnnnn</span>. Last night as I finished a quiz in psychology and read a chapter of my Anatomy and Physiology, I was feeling so overwhelmed. (I know...on Sunday...Sorry Mom) When I finally emerged from the office, Kevin had put everyone to bed, folded </span><span style="font-size:180%;">Six</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> loads of laundry, wiped down the kitchen, cleaned the living room.....need I say more? He just smiled at me, asked me how I did and we went to bed. I know that there is no way we could get clear through graduate school if he was a typical husband. He is the cream of the crop, he loves me unconditionally, (even in the throws of postpartum depression), he's an amazing daddy, he is </span><span style="font-size:180%;">HOT and Sexy</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, thus the six kids! Here's to you HON! I love you! Thanks for being my babies </span><span style="font-size:180%;">Daddy!</span></span></div></div>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-4148100961494293182009-08-10T17:03:00.000-07:002009-08-10T17:14:08.146-07:00Life at the ZOO!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcXagTzSK8RuB8XDXm2AC1bfVFjihlnp2gQh9_PWtqjnDNilyJymVTuWFQnyif4ADZLe3z5CV54z-S-qVCwoCswaNwPbISWbgyWX51c4_cXFdWFcXF5f_bxyN1R57oesqwNZvNNhnlVrA/s1600-h/summer+2009+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368492530459121602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcXagTzSK8RuB8XDXm2AC1bfVFjihlnp2gQh9_PWtqjnDNilyJymVTuWFQnyif4ADZLe3z5CV54z-S-qVCwoCswaNwPbISWbgyWX51c4_cXFdWFcXF5f_bxyN1R57oesqwNZvNNhnlVrA/s400/summer+2009+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkoqnyxkpZpaluxNxHfF3FqF_4DD1YobQlvaP5w5Z9Yy9IcLJRJERACzEWhjwCbnWL8FH1uxjXzdm9b2nW0oIjpqTfwPOuckJK9F9T2CnfzIUOr11O3pkiQTxkl-OibKs8BaX60ZM_XCd/s1600-h/summer+2009+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368492528420389810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkoqnyxkpZpaluxNxHfF3FqF_4DD1YobQlvaP5w5Z9Yy9IcLJRJERACzEWhjwCbnWL8FH1uxjXzdm9b2nW0oIjpqTfwPOuckJK9F9T2CnfzIUOr11O3pkiQTxkl-OibKs8BaX60ZM_XCd/s400/summer+2009+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrPwgNqE-MmzIuvav-ezOmmRdN7ILJqkwDw-krKk6Vp7oQi5m8BCB5uuUYyb0ueTabvaqoBSwC2JL1lwzmH1sTKLEtKhAK6e7J7PqP77qk1XrFDj-_RM75jYhqW4iyLEZoiy07udh4MQ9/s1600-h/summer+2009+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368492519721058914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrPwgNqE-MmzIuvav-ezOmmRdN7ILJqkwDw-krKk6Vp7oQi5m8BCB5uuUYyb0ueTabvaqoBSwC2JL1lwzmH1sTKLEtKhAK6e7J7PqP77qk1XrFDj-_RM75jYhqW4iyLEZoiy07udh4MQ9/s400/summer+2009+030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdS-qf1R3azsL61huvbXqPEK8VvliOUZOdtqgH_Rxb9lA9ECEFNwx7nwfiJ-fPYRZrRfv-hptAIDVxRQiRIUBrOKpswZdXtVzfBtSKCY0REH398mZ3O8PZ0X3fBCPqYkFmeSXEQ7dX3Anc/s1600-h/summer+2009+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368492509992258306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdS-qf1R3azsL61huvbXqPEK8VvliOUZOdtqgH_Rxb9lA9ECEFNwx7nwfiJ-fPYRZrRfv-hptAIDVxRQiRIUBrOKpswZdXtVzfBtSKCY0REH398mZ3O8PZ0X3fBCPqYkFmeSXEQ7dX3Anc/s400/summer+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>We went to Salt Lake this past weekend! We had so much fun! I love that the kids love riding the elevators and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">escalators</span> more than anything. I love that the tall buildings were entertainment. I love that they begged to spend more time at Temple Square! When you live in Wyoming, Downtown Salt Lake City is really an eye opener!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-17981012740920757592009-07-25T10:37:00.000-07:002009-07-25T11:19:34.850-07:00Our Lovely Little Valley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEXVhOoxp1ydJjW8DmSQWFqJKqneyem62S2Mb2tSXJorpHOmVnxAhnSgEEvBAan3IBwb2hXLNF7IiCkTl6E0ctUDz-IY4gDORYMz1fHCqdJTswlG-ov1Hb7teCVF4T5eEYbKoECZ_bc_y/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362454345293634370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEXVhOoxp1ydJjW8DmSQWFqJKqneyem62S2Mb2tSXJorpHOmVnxAhnSgEEvBAan3IBwb2hXLNF7IiCkTl6E0ctUDz-IY4gDORYMz1fHCqdJTswlG-ov1Hb7teCVF4T5eEYbKoECZ_bc_y/s400/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">This picture was taken on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rainy</span> June afternoon this year. Kevin and I were on a drive trying to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dispel</span> some of my <span style="font-size:180%;">Baby Blues</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and stress from the classes I am taking to get ready for Nursing school. But the reason I posted this picture is not because of that particular memory, it is because this was the last day that I can remember really looking at summer and the </span><span style="font-size:180%;">Green, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fertility</span> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">of it all. Oh how we love our beautiful valley! It's quiet, it's quaint, it's....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lovely</span>! Now that this summer semester is finally over and I think I did pretty well (U.S. Government...YUCK!). Now I can really enjoy this short summer season with my kids. I have all sorts of plans, the first of which is to go to the library and check out a purely empty and enjoyable </span><span style="font-size:180%;">Novel!</span></span><br /><div></div>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-20914808876184840112009-07-16T08:27:00.000-07:002009-07-16T08:49:03.855-07:00The First Boy Scout....I have a really hard time with Scouts....please excuse me from this problem, as I was raised in a home with just girls. I have no idea what to do with all of the patches and pins and there seems to be such a huge amount of tasks to perform...and I am <span style="font-size:180%;">LAZY! </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Regardless, my oldest just loves Cub Scouts. He loves all of the activities and Pack Meetings. So aside from my obvious distaste for actually having to be a good mom and encouraging advancement in Scouts...He did it! He is officially a Boy Scout! Off with the </span><span style="font-size:180%;">Blue Shirt</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and on with the tan...</span><br /><br /><br />I realized last night that I have yet to take a picture of my darling first boy in all of his Cub Scout glory. So...at his last Cub Scout Pack meeting last night, I took a few pictures of him fully enjoying scouts!<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359083022337769378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGBqsuiLqyEeynvg0N7am8TfgkmfsY4jikDIMZtYtTnp7W4HwobTa2FCAv2ev3QZUWLnXd6lftxjTq0F31rt8W43Rq5MMIN71bUhNel9bzE0xpMc0ewM5810LsEek6xhEcd3fDsvsizKm/s400/summer+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359083031320873298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLG2nc3bD_qxalxnOQZ0t5ux1rNYglu7zaTaM3Ga_FVIrvkJ4VmM8hdyRN0HlROBthZPMzMQ4AwGMtYka-aRd1Zy8QpvvQ2VuYDXKzxrvTUH4bOxIiwKpKQdNNkCdDLoq47vXMjkBO7Bhb/s400/summer+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /><br />Broden turned <span style="font-size:180%;">Eleven</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> last week! Just to prove to me that he was growing up he asked for a triple layer <span style="font-size:180%;">Chocolate Cake</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> for his birthday instead of his customary...Castle Cake, or Super Hero Cake...Those days are over for this <span style="font-size:180%;">Boy! </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">He is now too big for that kind of nonsense, bring on the <span style="font-size:180%;">Yummy</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> cakes baby!<br /></span>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811742537210904408.post-64554361965829945302009-07-15T15:36:00.001-07:002009-07-16T08:27:17.982-07:00JOY<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKlJUSZ3Jj4JNCsL-Ea5D1WTtP2MEnr-Z-2TTjd3stAzaBRDnI6R6OGnwPunKpXKyvYsrFXxd50o5Zr9s9JVIw76byakpYgXoRsylfb05oIIg5KpY_-4u480MUMIXLK-HM2809NRChAgH/s1600-h/summer+2009+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358820933520239698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKlJUSZ3Jj4JNCsL-Ea5D1WTtP2MEnr-Z-2TTjd3stAzaBRDnI6R6OGnwPunKpXKyvYsrFXxd50o5Zr9s9JVIw76byakpYgXoRsylfb05oIIg5KpY_-4u480MUMIXLK-HM2809NRChAgH/s400/summer+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">This is our JOY!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;">Reece Tenney </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;">4/20/2009</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;">7lbs. 5oz.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358822250630506386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoItP9tnKS0bLEQvIDwe3oMoFBPu1FfIsqOQB3vJ5X4S98QpOsWEyj0kt_CWNmZe1YsoZ-qlvCaOMF6cfTOxDdw0tn8Fe_tI_6_Jv1fuHJUS0HHE2MgzybHPvzOb5jckF9AHDbKq9Aoot2/s400/summer+2009+007.jpg" border="0" />This is Reece today! I got at least three compliments on how adorable she is today! Even our somewhat snobby Orthodontist said she belonged on a cover of a magazine! She is a fun baby!<br /><br /></div>Stephens 8http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136059989793336482noreply@blogger.com4