<?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-8104256331611126655</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:09:13.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massey Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Life isn't about waiting for the storms to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-4286523929560111043</id><published>2009-07-07T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:29:19.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazyness</title><content type='html'>We have had so much going on lately. It has been hard to keep up with it all , let alone blog about it.  So here is a short summary of all that has been going on for the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan has been spending most of his free time helping to build his parents new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPd3ZzlJkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5NwZOu1_IUI/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPd3ZzlJkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5NwZOu1_IUI/s400/springand+summer+2009+180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355868325763425858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie had a Bithday!!  He is Two...  I can't believe it.  His birthday is April 20th.  (That shows how behind I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP1ZrF2WxI/AAAAAAAAASY/RVcLleHouaQ/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP1ZrF2WxI/AAAAAAAAASY/RVcLleHouaQ/s400/springand+summer+2009+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355894203286444818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPf5MC6kHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/oVmgyIrabfg/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPf5MC6kHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/oVmgyIrabfg/s400/springand+summer+2009+110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355870555452641394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP5N-ANV_I/AAAAAAAAASw/RIKz2Ff3gjQ/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP5N-ANV_I/AAAAAAAAASw/RIKz2Ff3gjQ/s400/springand+summer+2009+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355898400251140082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP5nxrWe_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/GCMK3Pl0bVM/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP5nxrWe_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/GCMK3Pl0bVM/s400/springand+summer+2009+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355898843619032050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP4TebRgNI/AAAAAAAAASg/EQWmTBMgDYM/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP4TebRgNI/AAAAAAAAASg/EQWmTBMgDYM/s400/springand+summer+2009+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355897395342311634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP4qsxr5wI/AAAAAAAAASo/ad1O6bMBjqw/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP4qsxr5wI/AAAAAAAAASo/ad1O6bMBjqw/s400/springand+summer+2009+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355897794331404034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah was blessed on May 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPhPcfce8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/eDF7KQttzEk/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPhPcfce8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/eDF7KQttzEk/s400/springand+summer+2009+153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355872037336021954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPhy5eo-yI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_TVRet_SNzY/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPhy5eo-yI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_TVRet_SNzY/s400/springand+summer+2009+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355872646412696354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPiPzb2DrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kfTKPZkQjQU/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPiPzb2DrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kfTKPZkQjQU/s400/springand+summer+2009+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355873143006564018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some more pictures of her in her dress about a month later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPjczbjfRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HZeDV0sorLc/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPjczbjfRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HZeDV0sorLc/s400/springand+summer+2009+239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355874465855274258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPkhvtydcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aAdbR3HzMLk/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPkhvtydcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aAdbR3HzMLk/s400/springand+summer+2009+288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355875650268984770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, me, and Savannah were all blessed in the same booties.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPlGzBrrZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DOUTaUn_zbQ/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPlGzBrrZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DOUTaUn_zbQ/s400/springand+summer+2009+253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355876286812892562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a couple days in salt lake.  While we were there we went to the zoo.  The boys spent as much time playing in the water fountains as they did looking at the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPm0I4jM6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ceiA1zAbCD4/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPm0I4jM6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ceiA1zAbCD4/s400/springand+summer+2009+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355878165285909410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPnJJUPESI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZtU2IYNFzD0/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPnJJUPESI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZtU2IYNFzD0/s400/springand+summer+2009+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355878526179283234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went out to Thanksgiving Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPpbGn0xfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/v72DFCH0ids/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPpbGn0xfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/v72DFCH0ids/s400/springand+summer+2009+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355881033717040626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPqC4pwL0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/9IxFbj6KaCU/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPqC4pwL0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/9IxFbj6KaCU/s400/springand+summer+2009+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355881717161799490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPrSC4py0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/wcIwqHLDS-0/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPrSC4py0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/wcIwqHLDS-0/s400/springand+summer+2009+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355883077118315330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPr7uKB_mI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qSwyJjlM1-I/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPr7uKB_mI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qSwyJjlM1-I/s400/springand+summer+2009+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355883793108565602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPsQ8Rb1VI/AAAAAAAAARA/FWG1QYkdN38/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPsQ8Rb1VI/AAAAAAAAARA/FWG1QYkdN38/s400/springand+summer+2009+132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355884157674968402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she is little, but I couldn't wait any longer.  I had to get her ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPtE9HAKhI/AAAAAAAAARI/nDynGroyIXE/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPtE9HAKhI/AAAAAAAAARI/nDynGroyIXE/s400/springand+summer+2009+299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355885051252845074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPtbtJ9TqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5IUYjppUD18/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPtbtJ9TqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5IUYjppUD18/s400/springand+summer+2009+307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355885442107264674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Charlie broke his arm.  Bryan, Makade, and Charlie were acting a little too crazy on the trampoline and this was the result.  It has been a nightmare, Charlie is the messiest boy in the world. It has been hard to keep that thing even remotely clean and dry.  He still has to wear it for probably another month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPu4QfyEkI/AAAAAAAAARY/Z1y2aCfUTfE/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPu4QfyEkI/AAAAAAAAARY/Z1y2aCfUTfE/s400/springand+summer+2009+213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355887032142008898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPvrmPrLKI/AAAAAAAAARg/xi8nYgPtnNA/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPvrmPrLKI/AAAAAAAAARg/xi8nYgPtnNA/s400/springand+summer+2009+226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355887914153356450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They loved watching the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPxzwMReYI/AAAAAAAAARo/fEGuT2Rlm2U/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPxzwMReYI/AAAAAAAAARo/fEGuT2Rlm2U/s400/springand+summer+2009+316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355890253285652866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah slept the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP0-thfBoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Cxdj_1rXd3o/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlP0-thfBoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Cxdj_1rXd3o/s400/springand+summer+2009+325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355893740082759298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPydtmeNeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f0yzH1zNxcY/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPydtmeNeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f0yzH1zNxcY/s400/springand+summer+2009+330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355890974144738786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPzFv7LWvI/AAAAAAAAASA/nSUG42dDDQg/s1600-h/springand+summer+2009+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPzFv7LWvI/AAAAAAAAASA/nSUG42dDDQg/s400/springand+summer+2009+341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355891661963221746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-4286523929560111043?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/4286523929560111043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=4286523929560111043' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/4286523929560111043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/4286523929560111043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazyness.html' title='Crazyness'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SlPd3ZzlJkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5NwZOu1_IUI/s72-c/springand+summer+2009+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-2565395209536743741</id><published>2009-04-02T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:57:25.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah</title><content type='html'>2 1/2 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdUz4-tFljI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vBnbzPT5Kug/s1600-h/savannah+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdUz4-tFljI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vBnbzPT5Kug/s400/savannah+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320215588805908018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdUzoreBLHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hjJFj_9eq3Y/s1600-h/savannah+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdUzoreBLHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hjJFj_9eq3Y/s400/savannah+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320215308764523634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdUzaarOI4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kjey71xf5Go/s1600-h/savannah+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdUzaarOI4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kjey71xf5Go/s400/savannah+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320215063738327938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie was helping me take pictures and he needed his taken too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdU0c8XmfGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/X-Msf7EisJM/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdU0c8XmfGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/X-Msf7EisJM/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320216206654209122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-2565395209536743741?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2565395209536743741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=2565395209536743741' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/2565395209536743741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/2565395209536743741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2009/04/savannah.html' title='Savannah'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdUz4-tFljI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vBnbzPT5Kug/s72-c/savannah+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-4059628623324839590</id><published>2009-03-18T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:19:02.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR BABY GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/ScF8SmDFQTI/AAAAAAAAANc/LyUre9IajBY/s1600-h/DSCN1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/ScF8SmDFQTI/AAAAAAAAANc/LyUre9IajBY/s400/DSCN1140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314665694166860082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Savannah Ann Massey was finally born on March 14 at 10:40 p.m. she weighed 6 lbs. 3 oz. and was 18 1/2 in. long. Everything went really well. I went into labor by myself (which I didn't do with my other two so I was pretty excited.) When I got to the hospital I was dilated to a 5 and I had her about 3 1/2 hours later. She is just a tiny little thing, but don't worry she is very strong. She already rolled over while she was on my parents couch...twice. I don't know how, and she hasn't done it since. She definitely has a temper as well. There are certain things she doesn't like, for example having a bath, getting her clothes changed, having her diaper changed... pretty much everything you do with newborns. and she really lets you know about it. But for the most part she is just a sweet little baby. It is fun having a girl around, my boys think she is so great. I have to watch both of them with her. The first day we brought her home Makade was eating cookies and he thought he was doing something nice be sharing with her. After that we had to have a discussion about how babies can't chew.&lt;br /&gt; Today she had her 2 week check-up and she weighs 7lbs. 7 oz. and is 20 in. long. So she is growing and things are going good. Now if I can just convince her to sleep through the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIpAjbjiZI/AAAAAAAAANk/4QSsQ7HKulA/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIpAjbjiZI/AAAAAAAAANk/4QSsQ7HKulA/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319359199365532050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIpodUAmgI/AAAAAAAAANs/l9fna6lD3pc/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIpodUAmgI/AAAAAAAAANs/l9fna6lD3pc/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319359884918036994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Makade holding Savannah for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIp7-gtXYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/l5fsjquAwNU/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIp7-gtXYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/l5fsjquAwNU/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319360220247186818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way more interested in eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIrkifgSZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uynFKbqGKDU/s1600-h/DSCN1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIrkifgSZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uynFKbqGKDU/s400/DSCN1148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319362016612206994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIr1IPyC4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/U39Zcigu5Qg/s1600-h/DSCN1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIr1IPyC4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/U39Zcigu5Qg/s400/DSCN1151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319362301624716162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIsisLASxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2lcSp_np_Zc/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIsisLASxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2lcSp_np_Zc/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319363084362468114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIs7HcnSZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/m5hrJPgUPV4/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIs7HcnSZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/m5hrJPgUPV4/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319363504000944530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIzgSAO6nI/AAAAAAAAAOc/E-u9ZzHC-FU/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SdIzgSAO6nI/AAAAAAAAAOc/E-u9ZzHC-FU/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319370739559623282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-4059628623324839590?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/4059628623324839590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=4059628623324839590' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/4059628623324839590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/4059628623324839590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-baby-girl.html' title='OUR BABY GIRL!'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/ScF8SmDFQTI/AAAAAAAAANc/LyUre9IajBY/s72-c/DSCN1140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-70473591198756740</id><published>2009-01-23T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:04:00.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Anyone??</title><content type='html'>I was making a few treats around Christmas time, and I left the room for 2 minutes. When I got back this is what I found. Luckily the pan was cooled down. I need to start being more careful, my kids can smell chocolate from a mile away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXoGMhdtG7I/AAAAAAAAANU/dIYjRZm6yXI/s1600-h/summer-fall+08+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXoGMhdtG7I/AAAAAAAAANU/dIYjRZm6yXI/s400/summer-fall+08+189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294551124138597298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so proud of themselves!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-70473591198756740?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/70473591198756740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=70473591198756740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/70473591198756740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/70473591198756740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/chocolate-anyone.html' title='Chocolate Anyone??'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXoGMhdtG7I/AAAAAAAAANU/dIYjRZm6yXI/s72-c/summer-fall+08+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-5294845193767241832</id><published>2009-01-22T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:06:39.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas this year! We had a Massey family party a couple of days before Christmas and we went to my Grandparents on Christmas Eve. We also saw Santa at our ward Christmas party. Makade was nervous about sitting on his lap, but did it anyway so he could make sure Santa knew what he wanted (which changed every day). Charlie wanted nothing to do with Santa. I wasn't that surprised, I don't think a lot of one year olds love him. (at least mine haven't) But I was surprised at just how much he didn't like him. He wouldn't even touch the little bag of treats he got. He just threw it even though it has candy in it!! Bryan and I stayed up way too late on Christmas eve being "Santa's little helpers" not realizing how long it was going to take to put together all the "fun" things the kids got. We decided next year we are definitely going to downsize the loot. As excited as Makade was to wake up the next morning I thought for sure we would be waking up early but he didn't wake up until about 7 of so. The kids were so excited to see what Santa had brought them, until I told Charlie that Santa had brought all of these things trying to get him to see that Santa wasn't so bad after all. After that he wasn't so excited and he didn't touch his stuff much. I think it made him mad! It was a little funny. But they definitely got spoiled between Santa and two sets of Grandparents they ended up with way to much. I'm just glad they had fun. The best part of the day for me though was just relaxing with Bryan. We haven't had a day where we didn't have to do anything or go anywhere in such a long time that I don't even remember the last time we did that. It was a great day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXinaWsqNyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ouziq8WmwNs/s1600-h/summer-fall+08+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXinaWsqNyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ouziq8WmwNs/s400/summer-fall+08+205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294165433185351458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids at the Massey Christmas party after getting their p.j's from Grammie and Papa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXioHVLYKjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mzIYwc75XLs/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXioHVLYKjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mzIYwc75XLs/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294166205871434290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXiocAV5N_I/AAAAAAAAANA/UEZfrN-aseM/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXiocAV5N_I/AAAAAAAAANA/UEZfrN-aseM/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294166561055651826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Picture. My three cute boys and one huge prego belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXio5lk4XFI/AAAAAAAAANI/Lr1k91o34XY/s1600-h/christmas+2008-++2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXio5lk4XFI/AAAAAAAAANI/Lr1k91o34XY/s400/christmas+2008-++2009+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294167069266828370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-5294845193767241832?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/5294845193767241832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=5294845193767241832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5294845193767241832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5294845193767241832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SXinaWsqNyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ouziq8WmwNs/s72-c/summer-fall+08+205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-6293358126424318171</id><published>2008-10-29T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:02:49.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makade's First Day of Pre-School.</title><content type='html'>OK, so I decided to stop being such a slacker blogger and get myself into gear!! So I am going to blog about something that happened awhile ago but I still want to put on here. Makade started Pre-school this year. He is loving it. His teacher is Mrs. Jolley and he thinks she is great. Every time he comes home he tells me about what they had for a snack. I think that must be his favorite part. But he also tells me about learning his ABC's, the project they make that day and the Pledge of Allegiance. I am so glad that he is so excited about learning and enjoys going to "school". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so excited to his first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SQihn86AzyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/n4p3YxQ5a6g/s1600-h/summer-fall+08+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SQihn86AzyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/n4p3YxQ5a6g/s400/summer-fall+08+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262633872318844706" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie wanted to get in on the action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SQikrM0ZV1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/dG-pCSh5wVE/s1600-h/summer-fall+08+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SQikrM0ZV1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/dG-pCSh5wVE/s400/summer-fall+08+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262637226664744786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-6293358126424318171?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6293358126424318171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=6293358126424318171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/6293358126424318171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/6293358126424318171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/makades-first-day-of-pre-school.html' title='Makade&apos;s First Day of Pre-School.'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SQihn86AzyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/n4p3YxQ5a6g/s72-c/summer-fall+08+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-8745412158448478552</id><published>2008-09-13T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:20:54.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an announcement.</title><content type='html'>It has been a really long time since I have posted anything on here. But I decided I better fill everyone in on the news. Yes, we are having another baby. and no this is not a joke. I am 13 weeks almost fourteen. Our new baby is due the middle of March. I had an ultra sound yesterday and found out we are most likely having a girl! (unless something sprouts in the next couple of weeks... who knows) We were a little surprised at first to find out we were having a baby and I have to admit a little scared. (well me being scared and surprised, Bryan has been so excited from the very beginning) But we are definitely excited now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-8745412158448478552?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8745412158448478552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=8745412158448478552' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/8745412158448478552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/8745412158448478552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-announcement.html' title='I have an announcement.'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-30373365083646239</id><published>2008-05-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:27:12.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Fireman</title><content type='html'>For the last couple of weeks Makade's newest thing is pretending like he is a fireman and going around saving the "smokey people." He even pretends like his red wagon is his fire truck. My mom took him to the store and bought him a fire helmet thing that makes noise and now he thinks he is really an expert fire fighter, or fighter fighter as he says. He kept asking me when he would be able to see a real fire truck. I kept telling him soon, thinking he would see them in the summer parades. So we were super excited when my dad told me they were having a breakfast down at the fire station and that they would have all the fire trucks out to look at. He had a lot of fun and did not want to leave. We only got a couple of pictures before our camera ran out of batteries. I guess I better start checking those things before we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with his new helmet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SDL1qTun4QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lgnN8Mzm-JA/s1600-h/may+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SDL1qTun4QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lgnN8Mzm-JA/s400/may+08+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202490626765480194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SDL16zun4RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/D4l8Bu7OhFE/s1600-h/may+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SDL16zun4RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/D4l8Bu7OhFE/s400/may+08+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202490910233321746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-30373365083646239?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/30373365083646239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=30373365083646239' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/30373365083646239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/30373365083646239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-last-couple-of-weeks-makades-newest.html' title='Future Fireman'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SDL1qTun4QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lgnN8Mzm-JA/s72-c/may+08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-9015881454722332895</id><published>2008-05-07T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:19:48.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am still recovering from a few weeks ago. It was Charlie's Birthday. Then the next day I had a friend, Kelli, and her two kids come and stay with us for a few days. The day they left my brother and his family flew in from Ohio. The next day Charlie got really sick and then I got really sick. My Aunt Carolyn passed away, which hit me pretty hard. My brother and family from Salt Lake came into town. I was so sick I didn't even really get to enjoy my family from out of town. It was just a lot to happen all in the same week. So we are finally recovered (mostly) and getting back into the groove of things. But I wanted to post a few pics. from Kelli's visit and sadly I didn't take any from my family visiting cause I was home in bed most of the time. While Kelli was here we had a great time as usual. We laughed, talked, she cooked me some great food, we took the kids to the dinosaur museum, the library, the park, stayed up late visiting and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJCbjrSD2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Mb4EgD49QQk/s1600-h/c10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJCbjrSD2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Mb4EgD49QQk/s400/c10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197789961139654498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJCvDrSD3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/D8P1_yRxW2o/s1600-h/c12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJCvDrSD3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/D8P1_yRxW2o/s400/c12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197790296147103602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJDQDrSD4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Tn3tzHM60eo/s1600-h/c4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJDQDrSD4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Tn3tzHM60eo/s400/c4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197790863082786690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJDxzrSD5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/O2o4nllU6QY/s1600-h/c7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJDxzrSD5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/O2o4nllU6QY/s400/c7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197791442903371666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie enjoying his food... as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJE3zrSD7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jlaQ8ZeY8vc/s1600-h/march+08+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJE3zrSD7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jlaQ8ZeY8vc/s400/march+08+164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197792645494214578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli and her two kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJFQTrSD8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IKOqRhI8b9s/s1600-h/march+08+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJFQTrSD8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IKOqRhI8b9s/s400/march+08+168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197793066401009602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-9015881454722332895?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/9015881454722332895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=9015881454722332895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/9015881454722332895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/9015881454722332895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-am-still-recovering-from-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SCJCbjrSD2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Mb4EgD49QQk/s72-c/c10.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-1519009307533118861</id><published>2008-05-05T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:22:08.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is scarily accurate.... On some parts, I wouldn't say on all of it! Some of the paragraphs describe me better than I can describe myself. Try it for yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Erin Massey Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/8104256331611126655-1519009307533118861?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/1519009307533118861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=1519009307533118861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/1519009307533118861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/1519009307533118861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-scarilly-accurate.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-5249510185081829551</id><published>2008-05-01T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:53:14.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Bryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBo6kNcAXkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WV9hwvAsrHs/s1600-h/vacatioin+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBo6kNcAXkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WV9hwvAsrHs/s400/vacatioin+093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195529513882115650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our anniversary, May 1st. We have been married for four years now! Four years and two babies later, we are still going strong. I can't believe it has been that long. The years have flown by. I love Bryan so much. He has been such a great husband and father. We have been through so much in the short four years we have been married. But all together we have been extremely blessed. So this post is going to be all about him. First off I am going to start with how it all began.... I have known Bryan for a long time. His sister Brittany and I were friends when we were younger and I always had a little crush on him. We even held hands when I believe I was in 5th grade. So when I moved home from New Jersey I went to the singles ward with my cousin, Jodi. Bryan happened to be there and I sort of purposely ignored him. (have to play hard to get ya know!) Well it worked because before I could even make it home he had called and left a message for me to call him. I did and we set up a date not really thinking much would come out of it. We ended up going golfing, with his brother Jared, which I had never done before so he had to give me a lot of help. It was fun but I still wasn't sure anything was going to come out of it. A few days later he invited me over to his house and it was over... from that day on we were together every minute we could be. We have always been able to have so much fun together and be our goofy selves. I have always been so comfortable around Bryan and love how easy going he is. He always knows how to calm me down when I start getting a little uptight. He is such a hard worker and I have always admired that about him. I love that we can tease each other and not get offended by it. When we were dating I liked the fact that he wanted to have kids and I just knew he would be great at it, I was right! I love that he spends time playing with his boys and that he loves them so much. He is such a great help with them. As much as he wrestles with them they are going to be pretty tough! He is a pretty easy guy to please and is always grateful for the things that I do for him. He shows it by providing for and working hard for our family. One thing Bryan isn't is lazy. He always wants to be working on something. He even cooks me breakfast most weekends.... I think he gave up on me being a morning person like he is! So Bryan Happy Anniversary, I love you. I am excited for many more years and great memories to be shared with you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many pictures from when we were dating on our computer... but here is one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBo6B9cAXjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MZsAI_s70II/s1600-h/dating+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBo6B9cAXjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MZsAI_s70II/s400/dating+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195528925471596082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-5249510185081829551?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/5249510185081829551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=5249510185081829551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5249510185081829551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5249510185081829551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-anniversary-bryan.html' title='Happy Anniversary Bryan'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBo6kNcAXkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WV9hwvAsrHs/s72-c/vacatioin+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-1958858935358935222</id><published>2008-05-01T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:24:07.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBoi4dcAXfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DaHJTIEOnGE/s1600-h/HappyBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBoi4dcAXfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DaHJTIEOnGE/s400/HappyBirthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195503473495399922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm only about a couple weeks slow on this one) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBogfdcAXeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wIOaTbtEMo8/s1600-h/march+08+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBogfdcAXeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wIOaTbtEMo8/s400/march+08+121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195500844975414754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie turned one on April 20th. We had some family over and had some food and of course.... cake and ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBojQtcAXgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/imdAPOKaEpA/s1600-h/march+08+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBojQtcAXgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/imdAPOKaEpA/s400/march+08+148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195503890107227650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really liked the cake. He had it so far up his nose he kept sneezing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't for get about the presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBok0dcAXhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EqKoIrXbw_Q/s1600-h/march+08+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBok0dcAXhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EqKoIrXbw_Q/s400/march+08+109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195505603799178770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBolI9cAXiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KFjAbJQaR9g/s1600-h/march+08+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBolI9cAXiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KFjAbJQaR9g/s400/march+08+115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195505955986497058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that he is already a year old, the year has flown by. He has grown and changed so much... it is truly amazing to have been able to watch him. I love Birthdays so much, especially now that I have the births of my own kids to celebrate. I love celebrating the day they were born and another year older. I feel so blessed to be able to have two amazing little boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-1958858935358935222?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/1958858935358935222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=1958858935358935222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/1958858935358935222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/1958858935358935222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-charlie.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLIE!'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SBoi4dcAXfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DaHJTIEOnGE/s72-c/HappyBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-2842165731311976192</id><published>2008-04-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:53:31.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Builder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAeb2zSWmNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LUYDHKmkMUw/s1600-h/march+08+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAeb2zSWmNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LUYDHKmkMUw/s400/march+08+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190288461350213842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other Saturday, at Lowes, they have an activity for kids. Makade has gone a couple of times and really had fun. They give them an apron, goggles, and a project to build. Last Saturday he built an ant farm. He thinks he is quite the little builder and fix it guy. Ever since he was just tiny he would crawl around with his tools pretending to fix things like his dad does. He loves to go work with Bryan and do whatever he is doing. I'm so glad Bryan is such a good dad and spends so much time playing and working with his boys! He is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAea1jSWmLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ec6g6YhIdQo/s1600-h/march+08+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAea1jSWmLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ec6g6YhIdQo/s400/march+08+104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190287340363749554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-2842165731311976192?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2842165731311976192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=2842165731311976192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/2842165731311976192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/2842165731311976192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-builder.html' title='Little Builder'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAeb2zSWmNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LUYDHKmkMUw/s72-c/march+08+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-6820093135446831524</id><published>2008-04-14T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:54:45.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New "Tricks"</title><content type='html'>Charlie has learned how to do a few new things recently. He loves to get into anything and everything.  He opens up any drawers or cupboards and rips everything out. It normally isn't a problem. In the places he can get into are things like Tupperware, towells, pans, all the things he loves to get into and play with. But he just realized he can open the refrigerator and the dishwasher.... which I don't want him messing around in. The first time I caught him in the fridge I heard a loud crash, I came running in the kitchen and he had pulled the bar that holds all of the stuff in the door out and it had all came crashing down. Then I had been in a hurry and hadn't shut the dishwasher all the way and he had opened that and was throwing dishes out faster than I could count. He is a funny boy always moving and doing something. With him and Makade I'm always entertained. I definitely can't even me mad for a second, after he does anything he looks at me with his innocent little face and big blue eyes and I just melt!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBIT A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAPQ7TSWmJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LrRNn7Gl6HI/s1600-h/march+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAPQ7TSWmJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LrRNn7Gl6HI/s320/march+08+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189220912869054610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBIT B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAPRVzSWmKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nEaPl1eBwOI/s1600-h/march+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAPRVzSWmKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nEaPl1eBwOI/s320/march+08+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189221368135588002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-6820093135446831524?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6820093135446831524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=6820093135446831524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/6820093135446831524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/6820093135446831524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-tricks.html' title='New &quot;Tricks&quot;'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/SAPQ7TSWmJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LrRNn7Gl6HI/s72-c/march+08+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-3998526852197183096</id><published>2008-04-02T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:59:06.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Boys</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I was getting Charles his breakfast. I noticed it was pretty quiet (which isn't very often the case in my house.) So I went running around the house looking for Makade. I found him in the bathroom in his batman costume calmly putting my makeup on like he really knew what he was doing. He even had it in all the right places just not very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PH-T-7Z3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/YaV-CW63fWU/s1600-h/feb.+08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PH-T-7Z3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/YaV-CW63fWU/s320/feb.+08+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184707469363603314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PFPT-7ZzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_QLOccDNbic/s1600-h/feb.+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PFPT-7ZzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_QLOccDNbic/s320/feb.+08+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184704462886496050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better explain how I could have gotten so distracted that I wouldn't have a clue what my 3 year old was doing. Charlie is the messiest eater I have ever seen. He won't let me feed him very often. He usually will only feed himself. Most of the time I completely strip him down to feed him cause he will not wear a bib. Afterward I usually have to give him a bath and scrub him down. Here are a few sample pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PGoj-7Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-JNP6nTVgc8/s1600-h/feb.+08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PGoj-7Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-JNP6nTVgc8/s320/feb.+08+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184705996189820738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PHLT-7Z1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bhV26HDGScQ/s1600-h/feb.+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PHLT-7Z1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bhV26HDGScQ/s320/feb.+08+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184706593190274898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PHjT-7Z2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/07qbzmFCbto/s1600-h/feb.+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PHjT-7Z2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/07qbzmFCbto/s320/feb.+08+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184707005507135330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hope people don't think that I just think my kids are bad all the time. Although I may be a little upset in the moment occasionally. I mostly just think the things they do are pretty funny and I want to remember all of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-3998526852197183096?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3998526852197183096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=3998526852197183096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/3998526852197183096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/3998526852197183096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/04/couple-of-weeks-ago-i-was-getting.html' title='Funny Boys'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R_PH-T-7Z3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/YaV-CW63fWU/s72-c/feb.+08+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-6131345560594364758</id><published>2008-03-25T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:12:01.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>We had a great Easter this year. Makade was just a little bit older where he really got into it!! Especially dying the eggs. We ended up with lots of cracked eggs and dyed hands but we had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kPOT-7ZtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uPKdBVENGzs/s1600-h/march+08+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kPOT-7ZtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uPKdBVENGzs/s320/march+08+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181689584823264978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kQDj-7ZuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oWapaLWvNrU/s1600-h/march+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kQDj-7ZuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oWapaLWvNrU/s320/march+08+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181690499651299042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kQaj-7ZvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M7vKXebOmNg/s1600-h/march+08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kQaj-7ZvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M7vKXebOmNg/s320/march+08+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181690894788290290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think Makade was all that excited for the Easter Bunny to come because I had been trying to get him pumped up about it for a couple of days and he just didn't seem to care all that much. Boy was I wrong!! He went to bed kind of late the night before so I thought for sure that he would sleep in or not be very nice when he woke up. At 2:30 in the morning I heard something but just thought I was dreaming. After awhile I finally woke up enough to realize that it was Makade out shaking his eggs and candy and playing with all of the stuff. I couldn't believe it! He wasn't even this excited for Christmas. So I convinced Bryan to get up and see what was going on. After about an hour he went back to sleep but he was up and at it again at 6:00. He had a lot of fun!! Charlie thought it was pretty great too! He was crawling around after Makade picking up any candy Makade dropped and shoving it in his mouth. After awhile I looked over and he was crawling around with two suckers in his mouth. Lets just say they ate a lot of candy and so they were definitely on a sugar high during church. Sadly I couldn't wait for it to be over so everyone would stop staring at our crazy, hyper boys!! After church we went and ate at my parents house with my mom and dad and grandparents. After that we went out to Bryan's grandparents with Bryan's parents, Jared, Lauren, and their two kids. All in all we had a pretty happy Easter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kUXj-7ZwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Qt8H_psF59M/s1600-h/march+08+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kUXj-7ZwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Qt8H_psF59M/s320/march+08+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181695241295193858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makade and Charles in their new Easter wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kVAz-7ZxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/B39we2JdcYw/s1600-h/march+08+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kVAz-7ZxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/B39we2JdcYw/s320/march+08+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181695949964797714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makade loves to hold Charlie, even though he is not much bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kVmz-7ZyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xWtZ6fEcCvg/s1600-h/march+08+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kVmz-7ZyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xWtZ6fEcCvg/s320/march+08+093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181696602799826722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-6131345560594364758?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6131345560594364758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=6131345560594364758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/6131345560594364758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/6131345560594364758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-happy-easter.html' title='Our Happy Easter'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R-kPOT-7ZtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uPKdBVENGzs/s72-c/march+08+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-3377708218232874097</id><published>2008-03-21T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:20:12.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/brooklyn9337/Memory%20Lane/?action=view&amp;current=Tagged.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/brooklyn9337/Memory%20Lane/Tagged.png" border="0" alt="Tagged"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Post the rules.&lt;br /&gt;B. Answer the questions about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;C. After posting, tag 5 people by going to their blog and leaving a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;I was 15 yrs. old getting ready to graduate from junior high, I thought I was so old! Dancing took up a big portion of my free time. I also worked for my dad at his store, Western Express. I loved hanging out with my friends and had a lot that lived my me and were in my ward. aawww the good ole' days..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;2. pay some bills!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Make Easter cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dye Easter eggs tonight with Bryan and my boys.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get some sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see... where do I even begin. I love snacks so I will just put my very top. Chips and salsa. Candy, especially anything with chocolate. Cold cereal, eat it all the time. ice cream. Smoothies. Most kinds of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would I do if I were to suddenly become a billionaire?&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess first I would pay off any debts. Get a rockin' new car, and one for Bryan. Set up some accounts for my boys (mission, college, or whatever.) Buy a house right on the beach (but just for vacations) and do a lot of traveling. Also I suppose I would give to family members. And give a lot away. (who really needs billions of dollars... I'm sure if I kept it all to myself I would become a big spoiled brat!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 3 bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. procrastination... do it daily.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stress out way to much.&lt;br /&gt;3. I, just like Whitney am a picker. I pick at everything, my arms, face, Bryan, kids. I have an obsession with Q-tips, love em. Lately I have been getting zits for the first time in my life (kinda weird to just be starting now.) but I cannot leave them alone and pretty soon my face is all red from me picking at anything. But I especially like picking at Bryan and he just goes and hides he hates it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 5 places I've lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Born and raised in Vernal and lived in the same house my whole life until...&lt;br /&gt;2. I moved to New Jersey when I was 19 to be a nanny.&lt;br /&gt;3. Moved back home after almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;4. Got married about a year later. We lived in a condo for a few months, then rented a house for 1 1/2 years, moved in with my mom and dad for awhile, we are currently living in a duplex.&lt;br /&gt;5. But will hopefully soon be moving into our house!!! &lt;br /&gt;(I haven't lived in alot of places besides vernal. but I love being around family.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 5 jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. I started working when I was pretty young for my dad at his store.&lt;br /&gt;2. B.W. Dinosaur Inn.&lt;br /&gt;3. A nanny to 3 great kids.&lt;br /&gt;4. Abercrombie and Fitch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wife and Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Things people don't know about me. &lt;br /&gt;1. I am afraid of the dark, It freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love, love, love jewelry... to look at mostly. I make my own and I don't wear it very often. But i have a TON. and A LOT of beads and stuff to make jewelry with. so if anyone wants any... just give me a ring.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a major pack rat. I have "collection" of tons of stuff. and I don't even use most of it. I think I have a problem with throwing things away. But I am getting better at not saving &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love reading, and try to sneak it in as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a tattoo... ummmm sounded like a good idea at the time?&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;OBSESSED&lt;/strong&gt; with shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Brittany, Melanie, Lindsey, Lauren, Liberti and anyone else who is wanting to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-3377708218232874097?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3377708218232874097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=3377708218232874097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/3377708218232874097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/3377708218232874097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/brooklyn9337/Memory%20Lane/th_Tagged.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-5198812380368981258</id><published>2008-03-14T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:12:10.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New haircut</title><content type='html'>Bryan is the only guy I know that has a three year old for a hair stylist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9qHboH44sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WBQfFxpPCj4/s1600-h/feb.+08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9qHboH44sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WBQfFxpPCj4/s320/feb.+08+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177599630312530626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-5198812380368981258?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/5198812380368981258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=5198812380368981258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5198812380368981258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5198812380368981258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-haircut.html' title='New haircut'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9qHboH44sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WBQfFxpPCj4/s72-c/feb.+08+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-5618596057394720003</id><published>2008-03-13T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:13:04.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, what a night!!</title><content type='html'>I did something last night that I don't normally do... I actually left my house and did something with a friend. I often feel so neglectful to friends and know that I need to make more of an effort to keep up and spend time with them. I have a lot of friends that I really care how they are and what they are doing but they probably wouldn't know it by how I keep in contact! So for those of you out there who are reading this: How are you? What are you up to? I hope everything is great!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about my night we went shopping, ate more junk food than was necessary, got hit on by random men, what more could you ask for on a night out!! You can read more about it on Kandice's blog. (She is on my list of blogger friends) Kandice is very right, a little break here and there DOES make for a much happier wife and mommy!!! So thank you Kandice for always being such a good friend. Even though we have gone through periods in our lives where we have been in different places and phases, we have still always been able to pick up where we left off and got along great!! And don't worry... Bryan didn't complain &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much about the money I spent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-5618596057394720003?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/5618596057394720003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=5618596057394720003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5618596057394720003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5618596057394720003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh, what a night!!'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-8487549602976453427</id><published>2008-03-10T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:16:20.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9bGpIH44rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Rl1nKNeL0YQ/s1600-h/feb.+08+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9bGpIH44rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Rl1nKNeL0YQ/s320/feb.+08+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176543231566471858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9bEUYH44qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ihnDlqehPFE/s1600-h/feb.+08+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9bEUYH44qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ihnDlqehPFE/s320/feb.+08+085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176540676060930722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9bDLIH44pI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oi7owqMZT2w/s1600-h/feb.+08+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9bDLIH44pI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oi7owqMZT2w/s320/feb.+08+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176539417635512978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9bCyoH44oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tdAbdqrrl7g/s1600-h/feb.+08+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9bCyoH44oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tdAbdqrrl7g/s320/feb.+08+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176538996728717954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the story. I'm up at the Massey household (Bryan's parents) and I'm told that I am needed out where the sheep are. So I go out there, and My Father-in-law ,Todd, needs me to help him pull a lamb. He says that the ewe isn't dilating and she needs to have those lambs. Next he proceeds to tell me since I have smaller hands than him or Bryan that I am the woman for the job. I said OK and started lubing up my arm. After trying for a little while not getting anywhere, I go get some new warm water and Makade decides to come back out with me. I get back in position ready to stick my hand back up there and Makade (bless his little heart) is like "Ew mom don't do that, take it out" he was a little freaked out by the whole thing. I think he thought I was going to get hurt. But I had a job to do, that ewe was finally dilated. The whole time Makade was saying "I'm scared, I'm scared, I want to go in with Grammie." It took me awhile to figure out what was what but I finally kind of had it figured out. The lamb was positioned with his back and butt trying to come out first and so he wasn't getting into the birth canal far enough to dilate his mama. After being frustrated cause I couldn't find what I was looking for, I finally got a hoof and pulled it out far enough that Todd could grab hold of it and pull it out. I don't know how many people have seen animals being born but it is a pretty cool experience! But can be pretty weird to see those little babies coming out and smacking the ground and then if they aren't breathing right away to see someone throwing them around. I had seen all this before, but I think It was Makade's first time. The whole time he was saying "That lamb is dead" once that lamb started breathing he was one happy boy he kept saying "The lamb is alive, he is alive." We took a little break, I took makade into the house with Grammie (he had enough of that), and then I went back in to see if there was another one. There was and this one was coming out the wrong way too. I was trying to find a leg so I could get it out for Todd. The whole time he was being so patient, I just know he wanted to yell find that leg and pull it out dang it!! but he didn't he said afterward he didn't want to offend me cause he was afraid I wouldn't help him anymore. lol, I thought that was funny. But I finally got it and started pulling as hard as I could but I am just not strong enough. luckily Bryan came in right then and pulled it the rest of the way out. this lamb was huge!! But this one did not live, I about started bawling... it was so sad. They had me check to see if there were anymore and there was another one! This time it was coming head first and only took me a second to pull out... I was so relieved!! and even more relieved when it was alive! So we ended up saving two baby lambs, I was just so proud of myself. And it made me realize that with all this new life coming into the world ...spring is coming. That thought just makes me so happy!! &lt;br /&gt;*The pictures were taken the day after...and are not real.  In fact not even the same ewe!! too bad they are not in the moment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-8487549602976453427?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8487549602976453427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=8487549602976453427' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/8487549602976453427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/8487549602976453427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/03/erin-had-little-lamb-little-lamb-little.html' title='Erin had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb....'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9bGpIH44rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Rl1nKNeL0YQ/s72-c/feb.+08+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-342159872272969252</id><published>2008-03-09T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:16:24.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Black???  well I guess that is ok</title><content type='html'>Bryan and I both took this test, and ended up being the same color! What can I say?  Great minds think alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-style:solid; border-color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,255,255);padding:0px;width:378px;margin-top:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" height="39" border="0" style="margin-top:0px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:353px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px 0px;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:358px;padding:0px 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom-width:1px; border-bottom-style:solid; border-bottom-color:rgb(182,182,182);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/color/images/black_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your color is &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt;. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection.  Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:358px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDUxMTgwODAzMjgmcHQ9MTIwNTExODE5NDMyOCZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-342159872272969252?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/342159872272969252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=342159872272969252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/342159872272969252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/342159872272969252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-black-well-i-guess-that-is-ok.html' title='I&apos;m Black???  well I guess that is ok'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-3047767587281261398</id><published>2008-03-07T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:06:27.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS WILL BE BOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9ILyoH44lI/AAAAAAAAADw/9MbdRJ6uv-k/s1600-h/feb.+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9ILyoH44lI/AAAAAAAAADw/9MbdRJ6uv-k/s320/feb.+08+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175211886193992274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9ILzIH44mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HW-9sSmj6eA/s1600-h/feb.+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9ILzIH44mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HW-9sSmj6eA/s320/feb.+08+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175211894783926882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9ILzYH44nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC7bIQb1xdE/s1600-h/feb.+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9ILzYH44nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC7bIQb1xdE/s320/feb.+08+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175211899078894194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has just been one of those days. Both of my boys have been into everything and causing all sorts of havoc around here. If I wrote about everything they did today it would make for a pretty long post, so I will just tell you about a couple of Charlie's happenings. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I put both of my boys in the bath tub. I usually put them both in together and after Charles is finished I take him out and get him dressed while Makade stays in and plays for a few more minutes. So that is what I did. After I got Charlie dressed he crawled in the bathroom to see what Makade was doing and to watch him play I guess, pretty harmless... or so I thought. I was in the next room folding laundry when I heard a big splash. That is not anything unusual with Makade in the tub, but I ran in there cause I was thinking Charlie probably got soaked from Makade splashing. Well it is a good thing I ran because when I got there Charlie had pulled himself over the edge and had fallen in and was under the water. I hurried and picked him up, but he must of sucked up some water and was pretty upset. After he got done choking and crying for a minute he thought it was funny because then he busted up laughing, I couldn't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later I went back to my laundry folding. Makade and Charlie were playing with Makade's toys in his room, when all of a sudden I heard Charlie giggling from the bathroom. I went running in because he has been quite fascinated with the toilet lately. Oh boy did I see a sight when I got there. (if you have a weak stomach you might want to quit reading now!) He was covered in poop. Makade had gone and not flushed the toilet and Charlie had fished it out and smeared it everywhere, including himself. I picked him up and began gagging my head off. But I stuck him in the sink and starting washing him off with the nearest soap... while still gagging. The whole time he is looking at me like I'M the crazy one. Then I got the grin and that's when I really lost it...he looked at me with a sweet innocent little smile and what do you know... he had two little poop covered nubby teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my climber. He climbs on anything and everything. The pictures were taken over a month ago and since then he has only improved. He started crawling when he was 8 months old, the next day he started pulling up on everything, and about a week later he started climbing on everything. I don't think he goes a day without adding to his collection of bruises on his forehead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Charlie is such a funny little baby. He is 10 months old and is already getting into all kinds of trouble. I always need to keep my eye on him. After today I think I am going to have to keep BOTH eyes on him at all times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-3047767587281261398?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3047767587281261398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=3047767587281261398' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/3047767587281261398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/3047767587281261398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/03/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='BOYS WILL BE BOYS'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R9ILyoH44lI/AAAAAAAAADw/9MbdRJ6uv-k/s72-c/feb.+08+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-8858144098863987198</id><published>2008-03-07T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:00:33.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Age Quiz Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Act Like You Are 28 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/20s.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel like an adult, and you're optimistic about life.&lt;br /&gt;You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up.&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-8858144098863987198?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8858144098863987198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=8858144098863987198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/8858144098863987198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/8858144098863987198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-age-quiz-results.html' title='My Age Quiz Results'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-6950197066536375907</id><published>2008-03-07T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:52:49.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a music playlist!</title><content type='html'>Now this is the story all about how my life got twisted turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of town called Bel-Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know this is the theme song from the T.V. show, The Fresh Prince. and yes, I do have the whole thing memorized. Back in the day (Jr. high I believe) I watched this show everyday and somehow with my terrible memorizing skills managed to remember the whole thing. The bad part is it pops into my head at the most random times and drives me crazy. So... yesterday I was working on making a play list of music to put on here, I was trying to think of all my favorite blog appropriate songs and all that kept popping into my brain was this song, I just can't seem to get it out. On the plus side I did manage to finish my play list. I need to give a shout out to my sister-in-law, Brittany, she has helped me with all of my questions and has given me a lot of help... so thanks Britt!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about me is I love Music! All kinds, except all the heavy metal junk and a lot of the Rap crap. My life is just one big soundtrack, different music goes with different moods and different parts of my life. When I hear a song of past it triggers my memory and takes me back to the time I liked the song. And now to the point. So I guess from going through so much music yesterday when I tried to sleep last night I just couldn't, my mind would not shut down. I kept having all these songs playing through my mind. It happens quite often. I'll wake up exhausted because I feel like I've been at a dance club all night. In fact most of my dreams have music in the back ground like it is a movie with a soundtrack or something, a lot of the time it is the same song playing over and over. It's crazy! Does anybody else do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note to Kelli: Don't hate me because I have a blog... I know you secretly want to read it! And yes you can be a guest writer... if you will agree to a couple of things. 1. You have to put your name on it saying YOU wrote it. Although the titles you came up with the other night were extremly funny to us... others might turn me in to child protection services. 2. You have to keep in mind that people read this, including family members and quite frankly you know far too many incriminating things about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-6950197066536375907?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6950197066536375907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=6950197066536375907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/6950197066536375907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/6950197066536375907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-music-playlist.html' title='I have a music playlist!'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-5929165167105662277</id><published>2008-02-23T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:53:16.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do It, Do It.</title><content type='html'>Check out my map of visitors and add yourself. It's at the bottom of my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-5929165167105662277?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/5929165167105662277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=5929165167105662277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5929165167105662277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/5929165167105662277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-this-out.html' title='Do It, Do It.'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-2309259880425773039</id><published>2008-02-20T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:50:37.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Charlie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zHW2isLQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uobnQ9bvUZU/s1600-h/Little+Charles.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169225667726552322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="288" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zHW2isLQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uobnQ9bvUZU/s320/Little+Charles.1.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little Charlie! He is such a happy little boy. His smile lights up a room and is very contagious. It goes from ear to ear. He has the cutest chunky arms, legs, bottom, and face. It sure is hard not just to want to squeeze the guy like crazy. Like I said before he sure is a great addition to our family. Little Charley you light up the day we love you more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zJnmisLRI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fyy5I3GzY-0/s1600-h/Charley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169228154512616722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="206" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zJnmisLRI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fyy5I3GzY-0/s320/Charley.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-2309259880425773039?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2309259880425773039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=2309259880425773039' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/2309259880425773039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/2309259880425773039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-little-charley-he-is-such-happy.html' title='Our little Charlie!!'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zHW2isLQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uobnQ9bvUZU/s72-c/Little+Charles.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104256331611126655.post-2082742503353741488</id><published>2008-02-20T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:52:06.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our sweet and silly Makade!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zDa2isLNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TnRsj-ZsObg/s1600-h/Silly+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169221338399517906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="278" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zDa2isLNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TnRsj-ZsObg/s320/Silly+boy.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh MaKade, you silly silly boy. What a crack up he is! He'll think of anything to make you laugh. Between putting popsicle sticks up his nose or dressing up like a super hero running around the house pretending to save the world. I don't know what makes me laugh harder. You never know where his big imagination is headed next. Maybe he'll come up with a new super hero called the Popsicle stick man. I'm sure what ever it is next will be very creative. Can't wait to see what it'll be. Or wait can I? Makade we love you very much and enjoy your cute little personality!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zG92isLPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XHqnOUGSZaQ/s1600-h/Makade+as+batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169225238229822706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="270" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zG92isLPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XHqnOUGSZaQ/s320/Makade+as+batman.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8104256331611126655-2082742503353741488?l=bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2082742503353741488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8104256331611126655&amp;postID=2082742503353741488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/2082742503353741488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8104256331611126655/posts/default/2082742503353741488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryananderinmassey.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-makade-you-silly-silly-boy.html' title='Our sweet and silly Makade!!'/><author><name>Bryan/Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06344793069898826232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkgiYQIa8GI/R7zDa2isLNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TnRsj-ZsObg/s72-c/Silly+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
