<?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-3586142634096169214</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:06:00.006-08:00</updated><category term='Jon Schmidt'/><category term='therapy'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='frugal living'/><category term='responsibility'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='child development'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='eczema'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='rants'/><category term='The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='music'/><category term='pretending'/><category term='my family'/><category term='relaxation'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='toys'/><category term='Evie'/><category term='dieting'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='domesticity'/><category term='laundry detergent'/><category term='bragging'/><category term='new years'/><category term='self esteem'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='United Way'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>Brandon, Brooke, and Evie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-2837829202149206872</id><published>2011-10-20T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T15:39:39.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><title type='text'>Peer-enting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a confession.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evie is my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's not just that she's my daughter, it's like she's a mini me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now here's the connect to the title:&amp;nbsp; Evie is like a teenage me.&amp;nbsp; She is totally cool hanging out and doing her own thing by herself.&amp;nbsp; She is her own independent person.&amp;nbsp; She is a miniature, introverted, empowered me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I discovered this today, when I realized that since I became a full time mom, my daughter is not constantly requiring my attention.&amp;nbsp; Ergo, we do our own thing for most of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have become a lackadaisical mother.&amp;nbsp; How depressing is that!?&amp;nbsp; My degree is in Behavioral Science (Family Studies), translation: I should be the bomb at raising children.&amp;nbsp; Not that I expected to suddenly be awesome and proactive; I just expected to be more motivated to make play dates, spend an hour reading to her every day, and teaching her letters and how to be super smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reality: We spend most of the day with the tv on while we multi-task pursuing our individual interests.&amp;nbsp; Occasionally we meet in the middle and play some.&amp;nbsp; Then there's naptime.&amp;nbsp; That's the one thing I'm proud of.&amp;nbsp; We read a couple stories and sing songs as part of the naptime routine.&amp;nbsp; But other than that we kind of just co-exist.&amp;nbsp; We're roommates.&amp;nbsp; What the heck kind of mother am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-2837829202149206872?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2837829202149206872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=2837829202149206872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2837829202149206872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2837829202149206872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/10/peer-enting.html' title='Peer-enting'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-5260347976985376703</id><published>2011-10-05T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:28:47.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the last couple months or so, we've been working extra hard to hold Family Home Evening.&amp;nbsp; At first we tried singing primary songs so that Evie would become familiar with them, then we'd have a story/lesson for the older members of the family, then we'd top it off with dessert or an activity. Evie had a hard time with structured family time lasting that long (15 minutes).&amp;nbsp; So we decided to focus them more on her, showing her pictures of Jesus and Heavenly Father, the goal being to get her to identify them on her own.&amp;nbsp; That particular FHE ended with Evie screaming bloody murder and being put to bed at 7:30, which benefited no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last two weeks have simply consisted of an activity (walk, getting ice cream) and singing primary songs.&amp;nbsp; Those worked out much better.&amp;nbsp; Anywho, the point of this story is that it's working!&amp;nbsp; In addition to this introduction to primary songs, I've been singing them to Evie when I put her to bed.&amp;nbsp; Last night, she tried singing "I Am a Child of God" with me.&amp;nbsp; So cute!&amp;nbsp; She's pretty good at singing "Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam," "Popcorn Popping," and "Once There Was a Snowman," but it's nice to know she's learning the more spiritual ones.&amp;nbsp; Yay :-)&amp;nbsp; She can also identify who is in the pictures of Jesus in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news, we are continuing the battle of solid foods vs juice fast.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If Evie had her way, she would survive on juice, and never eat anything but hot dogs, chicken nuggets, and popcorn.&amp;nbsp; While most of her meals still end up being hot dogs or chicken nuggets, I am still fighting the battle to introduce new foods to the inside of her mouth.&amp;nbsp; The greatest success I've had so far is with-holding juice in order for her to take a bite, and the success hasn't been that great :-I&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why can't she just love food the way I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lastly, I figured out a way to get pictures from my phone to the computer.&amp;nbsp; So here is the string of protruding belly shots I've taken of Baby #2.&amp;nbsp; She is definitely growing.&amp;nbsp; Mommy can feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Nb_39_L2A/ToRqWM7z20I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZHRenuykK04/s1600/071911105647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Nb_39_L2A/ToRqWM7z20I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZHRenuykK04/s320/071911105647.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;15 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kehVkSmtCEw/ToRq_7R767I/AAAAAAAAAXg/9NqfmnPY1AI/s1600/080111160334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kehVkSmtCEw/ToRq_7R767I/AAAAAAAAAXg/9NqfmnPY1AI/s320/080111160334.jpg" width="109" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;16 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNrPoVvqAWU/ToRvr8qeY6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZdsyYbOYdSg/s1600/2011-08-09_10-38-30_211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNrPoVvqAWU/ToRvr8qeY6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZdsyYbOYdSg/s320/2011-08-09_10-38-30_211.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqwDlNr-U_A/ToRuKvBITqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MY9bjagr7d4/s1600/19+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqwDlNr-U_A/ToRuKvBITqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MY9bjagr7d4/s320/19+weeks.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;19 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5-0mxnvoL0/ToRuUz1Cn4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/bKjmWJAWtQk/s1600/20+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5-0mxnvoL0/ToRuUz1Cn4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/bKjmWJAWtQk/s320/20+weeks.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;20 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg-rzl34NCI/ToRuiwZ64xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4dr_1Kg0Zsk/s1600/090711145703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg-rzl34NCI/ToRuiwZ64xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4dr_1Kg0Zsk/s320/090711145703.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;21 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuG3Y3vPH6k/ToxqxDdquQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_EgsZo_fivE/s1600/100411141804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuG3Y3vPH6k/ToxqxDdquQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_EgsZo_fivE/s320/100411141804.jpg" width="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel I need to apologize for my hair in this last picture.&amp;nbsp; I'm working on growing my hair out, and doing that while I'm pregnant seems to be a good idea.&amp;nbsp; So, in an attempt to make it healthier, I've been trying not to destroy it so much, the way I usually do when I tease it and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-5260347976985376703?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5260347976985376703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=5260347976985376703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5260347976985376703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5260347976985376703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Nb_39_L2A/ToRqWM7z20I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZHRenuykK04/s72-c/071911105647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-1527767274527209163</id><published>2011-10-03T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:10:14.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints'/><title type='text'>My name is Brooke...and I'm a Mormon.</title><content type='html'>This last weekend was our church's semi-annual general conference.&amp;nbsp; I love conference, for lots of reasons.&amp;nbsp; I get to stay home and watch it with Brandon.&amp;nbsp; Sunday usually means we get together and watch those sessions with family.&amp;nbsp; But even if you take away the cozy, family aspect, you are still left with a phenomenal feast of spirituality.&amp;nbsp; No matter the questions or attitude I come into conference with, I am always left with an overwhelming feeling of love from my Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this conference, I had the impression to share my testimony.&amp;nbsp; I don't normally stand up during fast and testimony meeting to do this, but I felt that perhaps it would be better shared this way, even though most of you reading this are also members and have your own testimonies.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate the example you set for me, even through what you post on your own blogs--I look up to each of you :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, I've had a testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ, of the Book of Mormon, and that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is God's church on the earth today.&amp;nbsp; At first this was a product of the instruction I received from my parents, extended family members, and teachers within the church.&amp;nbsp; But since my younger, more naive days, I have come to reinforce that testimony with knowledge gained myself.&amp;nbsp; I have read the Book of Mormon, prayed about it, and have felt the warmth and reassurance from Heavenly Father that it's teachings are true.&amp;nbsp; I have heard the arguments and been shown the literature of others who would dissuade me from my faith and my beliefs.&amp;nbsp; To those of you I say, I may not have the counter-arguments and responses to win a debate, but I have a relationship with my Heavenly Father that I can't deny.&amp;nbsp; I have felt his love, I have received answers to my prayers, and there are many instances in my life where I have gone against the "logical" and followed his promptings to find greater blessings than I could have planned for myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Church.&amp;nbsp; I love the gospel and doctrines taught within it, especially the doctrine of eternal families.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for my temple marriage; that I am sealed to my husband and my children for time and all eternity.&amp;nbsp; They mean the world to me, and all the titles and worldly pomp I could gather for myself would be little consolation to me if I lost them after death.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I testify that Thomas S. Monson is a prophet of God.&amp;nbsp; He is the president of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.&amp;nbsp; I sustain him with all my heart.&amp;nbsp; He truly is a witness of Jesus Christ, not only through his words, but through his actions and demeanor as well.&amp;nbsp; Everything that I've observed of him speaks of love, kindness, and all other Christ-like attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you reading this are feeling lost, looking for answers, or simply have questions about the Church, I invite you to click on the "What We Believe" button on the side of my blog.&amp;nbsp; That will direct you to the mormon.org website and to some answers you may be looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-1527767274527209163?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1527767274527209163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=1527767274527209163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1527767274527209163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1527767274527209163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-name-is-brookeand-im-mormon.html' title='My name is Brooke...and I&apos;m a Mormon.'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-919400109469851557</id><published>2011-09-16T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:26:43.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><title type='text'>Happiness Today, and Tomorrow...and Probably Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE Fridays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll tell you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brandon pretty much always has weekends off, so Friday marks the beginning of two days of uninterrupted "Brandon Time."&amp;nbsp; :-D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fridays also remind me that I have a life outside of being a wife and mother, namely, I get to see friends who are still in school, or who work.&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, there is just something in the air on Fridays, be it sunny, cloudy, rainy, or what not, that screams "FREEDOM!"&amp;nbsp; Even though I'm not in school anymore, weekends are still a godsend, and Friday is another reason to give thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And for this particular Friday, I think I'll be a little bit lazy.&amp;nbsp; Instead of scrubbing down and sterilizing the bathrooms, which is the usual plan for Fridays, I think I'll just clean the toilets and call it good.&amp;nbsp; Also, I am attempting to use my bread machine again...so far so good.&amp;nbsp; I've checked on it, and I have rising dough at this point.&amp;nbsp; In addition to home-made bread and minimal cleaning, I will be giving Evie a bath, which means a not stinky Evie (always a plus) and I get to do her hair some intricate way that will allow me to leave it alone the next few days :-)&amp;nbsp; So much fun!&amp;nbsp; As if that wasn't enough...I will maybe pamper myself a little.&amp;nbsp; Finish the manicure I started last night, or something else fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I get to see my friend Ashley tonight!&amp;nbsp; (Bonus!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturdays are also great.&amp;nbsp; We usually stay in bed till 10, sometimes I make a big-ish breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we go out and walk around the mall, or other stores, which is a high-light for Evie.&amp;nbsp; And this particular weekend means we get to see Brandon's family.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy this, because it means good company, and Evie gets to play with her cousin Alex (she only has the one).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love spending time with family :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday will also be great, because this Sunday is Stake Conference, and Brandon's parents are in our stake.&amp;nbsp; So, we will get to see them at church, and instead of being 3 hours, church will only be 2 hours.&amp;nbsp; I feel that life is good right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After church, we will come home, maybe Evie will take a nap, and around 2-3 that afternoon, we will walk to Brandon's parents' house (we live that close) and we will be treated to a phenomenal meal cooked by Brandon's dad, like we are every other week we come to visit :-).&amp;nbsp; I feel good about this.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then sadness will set in around 8, when the realization hits that the weekend is over, and Brandon has to wake up at 5 the next morning to go to work, and our week will start all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But until then, I will be happy that I have the weekend to spend with good friends and wonderful family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-919400109469851557?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/919400109469851557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=919400109469851557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/919400109469851557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/919400109469851557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/09/happiness-today-and-tomorrowand.html' title='Happiness Today, and Tomorrow...and Probably Sunday.'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-3188285441493592771</id><published>2011-09-15T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:55:42.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child development'/><title type='text'>Random Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. My back hurts.&amp;nbsp; Not that that is an uncommon occurrence during pregnancy, but it's starting to remind me of that stage of labor where the baby is about to come and your back is KILLING you because the baby's head is resting on the bottom of your spinal cord.&amp;nbsp; It hasn't been that bad, but yesterday it was that consistent sort of pain.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. On a happier note, I've finally got a cleaning schedule for the house.&amp;nbsp; Each day do a something, and usually, by the end of the week 90% of the house has been cleaned.&amp;nbsp; I feel good about this, in part because Evie likes to "help."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. This pregnancy has been SO DIFFERENT from my first one.&amp;nbsp; Despite the "new" inconveniences, it has been a breath of fresh air, so to speak.&amp;nbsp; I can actually drink water, which I couldn't with Evie.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I can work out more, and I don't just have to lie on the couch all day b/c I feel like death.&amp;nbsp; I don't, or didn't, want sweets; that one was kind of sad.&amp;nbsp; But it's coming back to me :-)&amp;nbsp; And I definitely haven't been eating as much.&amp;nbsp; Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. My daughter thinks she doesn't need naps anymore.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I strongly disagree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something about the way she gets bipolar around 7:00, is asleep by 8:00, and then wakes up at 4:00 the next morning isn't working for me.&amp;nbsp; This has happened twice this week.&amp;nbsp; I really don't want to resort to this, but I may have to lay down with her until she falls asleep.&amp;nbsp; That way I can monitor the "getting out of bed and playing with toys" situation.&amp;nbsp; On the one hand, I'm glad that she can stay in her room for 2+ hours and just play by herself, on the other hand, she needs a nap.&amp;nbsp; On the third hand, I really can enjoy her happy mood from 4:00 am to 6:00 pm.&amp;nbsp; On the fourth hand, if she's going to go to sleep at 8:00, she should at least be sleeping until 7:00 the next morning, which she isn't. Maybe I just need to wear her out more during the morning so she's tired enough for a nap come afternoon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; I am TERRIFIED about our sleeping arrangement once the baby comes.&amp;nbsp; Mostly because I don't know what kind of sleeper this baby will be.&amp;nbsp; Should we put the baby in Evie's room, so that we can hear her when she wakes up, but don't wake up every time she moves?&amp;nbsp; Should we keep her in our room so that Evie's sleep will be as peaceful as possible?&amp;nbsp; Should one of us sleep on the couch with the baby downstairs, and have one parent attend to Evie at night, and one attend to the baby?&amp;nbsp; I just don't know, and it has always been the lack of sleep that scares me the most about having this baby.&amp;nbsp; I know that after the first few months it will all be behind us, I just hope I don't completely lose it before then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Lastly, I recently acquired a bread machine.&amp;nbsp; I don't have the manual, so I searched online for general bread machine operating.&amp;nbsp; I thought I had it all figured out, Evie helped me put all the ingredients in the machine, and we were set!&amp;nbsp; Or so I thought.&amp;nbsp; After 3+ hours of rumbling and normal bread machine noises, I expectantly opened my machine to find some delicious homemade bread...and was sorely disappointed.&amp;nbsp; The first thing I saw was the flour and yeast...unmixed and dry.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, we did not have homemade bread for dinner.&amp;nbsp; I feel like an idiot, but question:&amp;nbsp; Do I have to do the bread making in two parts?&amp;nbsp; Do the dough setting first, and when that's finished, do I do the baking setting?&amp;nbsp; I could have sworn that I had my pan all locked in with the kneading blade set, but maybe I didn't?&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; But I will be investigating this matter further.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-3188285441493592771?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3188285441493592771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=3188285441493592771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3188285441493592771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3188285441493592771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-musings.html' title='Random Musings'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-5401962599211712324</id><published>2011-09-12T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:39:06.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child development'/><title type='text'>Still Alive!</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I know it's been forever since I updated our blog...like 5 months :-( So, here's a quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news is that we are expecting baby #2 in the middle of January, so I am 22 weeks pregnant right now, and the doctors are predicting a girl!&amp;nbsp; Yay!&amp;nbsp; Still trying to determine a name, but there's still time for that.&amp;nbsp; The biggest challenge with this change in our future has been preparing Evie for the arrival; the challenge being to help her acknowledge it.&amp;nbsp; Ah well, it will become all too real for her once the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big change number 2 is that we moved to Spanish Fork, UT at the end of May.&amp;nbsp; A little upgrade from our two-bedroom apartment to a two-bedroom town house.&amp;nbsp; It came at probably the best time a move can come during a pregnancy, but either way, I detest moving at any time and it wasn't the most joyous event needing to eat during a majority of the process.&amp;nbsp; C'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we were able to get Evie potty trained before our move, which was an adventure.&amp;nbsp; I think we were pretty lucky though, because she got it down by the end of the second day.&amp;nbsp; I'm just happy I had Brandon to keep my sanity in check; that first day was awful.&amp;nbsp; But definitely worth it at the end of day two.&amp;nbsp; Since then she's been fairly consistent with using the "big girl potty."&amp;nbsp; Not to say she hasn't had minor relapses and accidents, but I feel overall our experience was not as bad as it could have been.&amp;nbsp; I'm mainly excited we got this taken care of at the beginning of the pregnancy, so that when the baby comes, Evie will have had nine months to have the whole thing down pat.&amp;nbsp; Also, we won't have to buy diapers for two kids. Bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I have officially, OFFICIALLY, graduated with my Bachelor's of Science.&amp;nbsp; I received my degree in the mail shortly after our move, and at some point I may get it framed :-)&amp;nbsp; Now, what should I do with all that knowledge that I paid for? Hmmm....&amp;nbsp; At this point in time, I am thinking about teaching piano lessons to beginners.&amp;nbsp; This would allow me to work at home, it won't be super time-consuming, and it'll bring in a little extra income, which definitely wouldn't hurt.&amp;nbsp; So, for the past while I've been casually investigating different book series and tips/techniques for teaching...hopefully this will all come in handy if/when I can get this gig going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a brief overview of what's been going on at our end of the universe.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping now that the nausea has left, I'll be able to get back to being productive and keeping everything together more effectively.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-5401962599211712324?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5401962599211712324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=5401962599211712324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5401962599211712324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5401962599211712324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive!'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-3693878859719071033</id><published>2011-04-19T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:25:48.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United Way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child development'/><title type='text'>Fun Family Event!</title><content type='html'>Ok, as some of you may know, I've been doing an internship this semester at United Way of Utah County with their program, Help Me Grow.&amp;nbsp; For all of these last four months, we have been working on our annual family event, which is taking place April 30th at UVU Centre Stage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This activity has a ton of merit.&amp;nbsp; Parents with young children in the area: Please consider bringing your kids to this event.&amp;nbsp; There will be SO MUCH information on parenting alone that will make it worth your while, not to mention all of the fun activities that will occupy your children for 2 hours.&amp;nbsp; There is a fee for going, but it is minimal.&amp;nbsp; $5 for families with 1-2 children (this includes one child's t-shirt), $10 for families with 3-5 kids (2 children's t-shirts), and $15 for families with 6+ kids (3 t-shirts) *Additional kids shirts can be purchased for $2.50 a piece*.&amp;nbsp; Small price for a family outing.&amp;nbsp; Plus, if you &lt;a href="http://www.helpmegrowutah.org/family_event.html"&gt;register now&lt;/a&gt; *today* you will be entered into the final two drawings to win educational toys for your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vXqhsvCdrg/Ta4KEfz5ilI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sWlAyaKq-Us/s1600/8.5x11+Poster+for+HMG+Event-Einstein.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vXqhsvCdrg/Ta4KEfz5ilI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sWlAyaKq-Us/s400/8.5x11+Poster+for+HMG+Event-Einstein.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really excited for this event.&amp;nbsp; REALLY.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to see how much fun my daughter has.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited for all the parenting information that has been running around our office since I've been there to be put on paper for everyone to benefit from.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to see all of the parents there learning how to help their children grow and develop.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to see all of the pro-active-ness.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be AWESOME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-3693878859719071033?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3693878859719071033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=3693878859719071033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3693878859719071033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3693878859719071033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-family-event.html' title='Fun Family Event!'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vXqhsvCdrg/Ta4KEfz5ilI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sWlAyaKq-Us/s72-c/8.5x11+Poster+for+HMG+Event-Einstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-2135066509626705062</id><published>2011-04-14T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:49:37.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>The other half...mine.</title><content type='html'>Brandon, lucky man that he is, has been called to work with the 11-12 year old scouts pretty much since we've been married, and we've lived in 5, read it FIVE, wards.&amp;nbsp; Lucky for them, he likes outdoors stuff, like campouts, hiking, and merit-badging it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlucky woman that I am, I have yet to get used to being alone at night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was a bit excited for this latest campout.&amp;nbsp; I was gonna get stuff done.&amp;nbsp; And I did.&amp;nbsp; But come 6:00 PM, I was missing him.&amp;nbsp; Not that I saw him a lot during the day before then, but we had some time together driving to and from work and daycare where we would catch up with each other, and provide whatever support was rendered necessary at the time...I feel like I've been relying on that support a bit more as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho,&amp;nbsp; I was excited about crossing things off my "To Do" list...and no, not the one I have on the side of the blog :-)&amp;nbsp; And then, as soon as I dropped him off to leave for the campout, I felt as though I'd lost a piece of my soul.&amp;nbsp; Knowing that I wasn't going to see him for the next 48 hours was...disheartening.&amp;nbsp; And I felt lost, disoriented for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; Not in an "I'm incompetent and unable to function properly" kind of way, but an "I don't feel like a whole person" way.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I was missing a substantial portion of my support system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which could be a good thing.&amp;nbsp; Opposition in all things, right?&amp;nbsp; Brandon will have returned at the end of the 48 hours, and I will feel a renewed sense of overwhelming love, appreciation, and dependence on/for/towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've returned to the school scene after my year long sabbatical, I've told myself that part of the reason I was doing this was so that if something ever happened to our family, I would be able to step up and get something better than a high-school equivalent job.&amp;nbsp; Just to be prepared.&amp;nbsp; While that is true, I've been telling myself that I would be able to support our family, financially--probably, but on an emotional, spiritual, and mental level as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with these brief periods of separation, I have realized that I would not be able to survive as well on my own as I thought I would be able, should the need arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh, I am so NEEDY :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's to you, Mr. Palmer.&amp;nbsp; Jesus (and Brooke) love you more than you will know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v233/28/106/17830584/n17830584_35010933_1144.jpg?dl=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v233/28/106/17830584/n17830584_35010933_1144.jpg?dl=1" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-2135066509626705062?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2135066509626705062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=2135066509626705062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2135066509626705062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2135066509626705062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/04/other-halfmine.html' title='The other half...mine.'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-4111575573538690689</id><published>2011-04-08T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:46:45.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bragging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><title type='text'>Month 3</title><content type='html'>It has now been three months since I started my weight loss program, and to date, I have lost 19.2 lbs, and 17 inches...well, everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've been working towards selling my wedding dress.&amp;nbsp; I'm hesitant to put it on a site like craigslist, because there are SO MANY girls in my area selling wedding dresses.&amp;nbsp; But, I think my recently engaged cousin may be interested in buying it, so that's a plus :-)&amp;nbsp; In preparation for selling my dress, I took it out of the garment bag to make sure it was still good and everything associated with it was still present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, I tried it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news...&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdtgaDxpr3c/TZ8snkgU6mI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLbe-njUJ4w/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdtgaDxpr3c/TZ8snkgU6mI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLbe-njUJ4w/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it still fits.&amp;nbsp; :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zipper did need some encouragement, but in the end, it zipped all the way up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-4111575573538690689?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4111575573538690689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=4111575573538690689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4111575573538690689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4111575573538690689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/04/month-3.html' title='Month 3'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdtgaDxpr3c/TZ8snkgU6mI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLbe-njUJ4w/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-135462375867240682</id><published>2011-04-05T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:15:26.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Today</title><content type='html'>I've decided since my blog has become some form of journal/record keeping, I should be recording the things that make me happy.&amp;nbsp; Makes sense, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Evie made me happy.&amp;nbsp; Ok, she always makes me happy SOMEHOW everyday.&amp;nbsp; Today she made me happy because she was a bit more huggy/touchy/feely today than she usually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has something to do with Toy Story 3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's on her ba-jillionth time viewing it (yes, I have faults) I think she's picking up on emotional nuances from the movie.&amp;nbsp; Like at the end, when Andy is getting ready to leave, and his mom is standing in his room, obviously reminiscing, Evie will come over and give me an endearing, heart-felt hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wraps her little arms around my neck, and puts her face into my shoulder, and she just sits there...until I move.&amp;nbsp; Dang it, I ruined it.&amp;nbsp; It's ok, though.&amp;nbsp; There were plenty more hugs to come.&amp;nbsp; For my birthday, in seven months, I think I'll wish that Evie will always give me hugs like that.&amp;nbsp; Where she melts trustingly into my arms, and for that moment, there is only us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy hugs like that from Brandon....(memories)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-135462375867240682?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/135462375867240682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=135462375867240682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/135462375867240682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/135462375867240682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/04/happiness-today.html' title='Happiness Today'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-8906392499270080917</id><published>2011-04-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:21:43.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child development'/><title type='text'>Better Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to everyone who consoled me after my pity party yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I had a MUCH better day today :-)&amp;nbsp; I looked for it all day.&amp;nbsp; This is for you, Britany :-).&amp;nbsp; Today my "This is why it's all worth it" moment was...what's the word?&amp;nbsp; Insightful?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, we'll use insightful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Story:&amp;nbsp; This morning, we got started on Toy Story 3 early...like 8:30.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, we got some of our morning things done, like breakfast, getting dressed, brushing teeth, and changing diapers (not necessarily in that order).&amp;nbsp; Good start.&amp;nbsp; When the movie was over, Evie promptly brought me the WRONG controller for the Xbox.&amp;nbsp; As she reached out to give it to me, she said "Please." And as she set it on my lap and turned away she said "Thank You."&amp;nbsp; There was barely a pause for me to say anything.&amp;nbsp; She had made herself perfectly clear, and to her, there was no reason for her not to get what she had asked for.&amp;nbsp; Such a cutie.&amp;nbsp; (BTW, if I wasn't clear enough, she wanted me to start the movie for her.&amp;nbsp; Again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize it might seem odd for me to choose this as my heavenly chorus of "Ah ah ah ah" moment of parenting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall enlighten you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the last couple of days, I've paid closer attention to my interactions with my daughter.&amp;nbsp; She is getting better at communicating what she wants specifically.&amp;nbsp; Six months ago we were doing good if she approached us with "Please?" and we didn't have to ask her to say it.&amp;nbsp; Now she'll say "This way" or "Come" if she wants something.&amp;nbsp; She also says "Thank You" by herself...sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, this afternoon, Evie grabbed her cup of milk, my hand, said "This way," pulled me into the kitchen, and stopped right in front of the sink.&amp;nbsp; Once we made it to the sink, she held up both her arms for me to pick her up.&amp;nbsp; I did as directed; she then proceeded to have me unscrew the lid to her cup, and she poured out the milk.&amp;nbsp; After that unwanted bath, she threw the now empty cup into the sink.&amp;nbsp; Next she wriggled around for me to put her down.&amp;nbsp; She took my hand, "This way" again, pulled me two feet to the left and raised her arms, again.&amp;nbsp; I picked her up, again; she leaned forward and opened the cupboard where we keep her cups.&amp;nbsp; She carefully selected the closest cup, closed the cupboard door, and asked to be set down.&amp;nbsp; Once again, she took my hand, "This way," and we ended ten feet to the right.&amp;nbsp; Facing the fridge.&amp;nbsp; She tried with all the might her 28 lbs body could muster to open that door.&amp;nbsp; Then she took my hand, placed it on the handle, and asked "Please?"&amp;nbsp; I opened the door, she took out a Capri Sun pack (I don't know why Brandon bought those for a TWO YEAR OLD.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, we had them), gave it to me, and stated "Juice."&amp;nbsp; She handed me her cup, and patiently waited as I transferred the sugar to her cup.&amp;nbsp; After completing this series of commands, I was gratefully thanked by my daughter, and she went on her way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I'm sorry if this was long-winded for you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What hits me as a worthwhile moment from this is:&amp;nbsp; We've actually, effectively, taught her to use "please" and "thank you."&amp;nbsp; That feels like one battle won.&amp;nbsp; Secondly, it is so...rewarding...for me to see how Evie can put a series of necessary events together like that in order to achieve a goal.&amp;nbsp; She faltered not at all through that whole thing.&amp;nbsp; She knew exactly what she wanted, and knew exactly what she had to do to get it.&amp;nbsp; I'm discovering that my daughter is a determined little girl, which is a worthwhile thing to notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that, my friends, is why my moments today were insightful, and not awe-inspiring or overly emotional.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-8906392499270080917?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8906392499270080917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=8906392499270080917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/8906392499270080917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/8906392499270080917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/04/better-day.html' title='Better Day'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-6397540034462302287</id><published>2011-03-31T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:41:32.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Meh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today wasn't the best day I've ever had.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever been in a situation where your only option was to just let the child scream bloody murder because you've tried everything else?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More than once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember when I first had Evie; we were still in the hospital, and they sent in a nurse to teach me a little something about babies: they cry.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it surprised me too.&amp;nbsp; I specifically remember her (the nurse) sitting at the foot of my bed, telling me about Shaking Baby Syndrome, or whatever it's called--something to that effect, and she said "It's OK to set your baby down in the crib and go outside for 5 minutes to collect yourself.&amp;nbsp; Your baby will be fine.&amp;nbsp; You take care of yourself when you get to that point."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I've taken that advice, a lot.&amp;nbsp; And it has saved my sanity.&amp;nbsp; So, note to all you expecting and future mothers: It is OK to set your baby down, screaming till they're blue, and leave the room while you search for the remnants of your sanity.&amp;nbsp; Don't feel bad.&amp;nbsp; You're doing that baby a favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patience.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's one of the keys of parenting, just so's you know.&amp;nbsp; I have to remind myself of that lots...especially since Evie has entered a repetitive stage of her vocal development.&amp;nbsp; Summoning my patience for the constant marathon of "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom"&amp;nbsp; "What, Evie?" "Mom, Mom, Mom," etc, has become a more frequent challenge in recent months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two musings comprised my morning, and I just kind of...floated through the rest of my day.&amp;nbsp; Not a whole lot of energy.&amp;nbsp; My supply for the day was gone by 10 am.&amp;nbsp; AND, I took my vitamins and ate my Honey Nut Cheerios.&amp;nbsp; Still, it left me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fortunately for me, my husband loves me, spoils me, for some reason.&amp;nbsp; He took care of dinner for me tonight, and bought me cupcakes from my FAVORITE place :-) &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/hiWqtt"&gt;The Sweet Tooth Fairy&lt;/a&gt; Aw, cupcakes :-)&amp;nbsp; What a great, wonderful, intuitive, sensitive husband I have :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-6397540034462302287?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6397540034462302287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=6397540034462302287' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6397540034462302287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6397540034462302287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/03/meh.html' title='Meh....'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-7923604681185153819</id><published>2011-03-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:13:41.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning...For Realz.</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided that since we have lived in our apartment for...(thinking)...10 months, it's time to de-clutter.&amp;nbsp; In anticipation of some MAJOR, THOROUGH cleaning and sterilization, we bought a couple of storage bins for our holiday decorations, which was just the start.&amp;nbsp; Today, I got some intensive therapy by going through all of our closets, throwing out the trash, vacuuming with my &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; vacuum :-), and working out an AWESOME compact-storage system.&amp;nbsp; I managed to get all of our storage into Evie's closet! Plus + I got all of our food storage in one general area...within the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Good day :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-7923604681185153819?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7923604681185153819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=7923604681185153819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/7923604681185153819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/7923604681185153819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-cleaningfor-realz.html' title='Spring Cleaning...For Realz.'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-1248193701223969912</id><published>2011-03-25T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:13:06.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United Way'/><title type='text'>Evie's United Way Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Evie did a photo shoot for United Way (obviously) and these are the  results :-)&amp;nbsp; The only catch was I have to put in a plug for United Way,  so go check out their blog: &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/hJUEeA"&gt;http://bit.ly/hJUEeA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HbBFM6_aDl8/TY10xknRylI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2nFEVrtW8uw/s400/Evie+2.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZSeQutBwrn0/TY10yd1X1WI/AAAAAAAAAWc/I_p7CAPf9Hk/s400/Evie+5.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9qpcjERJl2g/TY10y88uaGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a0QD5zBtXrc/s1600/Evie+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9qpcjERJl2g/TY10y88uaGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a0QD5zBtXrc/s400/Evie+6.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3P_2GjrLbp8/TY10zENi0qI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UUMqQbzAY8o/s1600/Evie+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3P_2GjrLbp8/TY10zENi0qI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UUMqQbzAY8o/s400/Evie+7.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who may not know, the white board that she is holding is a place holder for the PR and communications people.&amp;nbsp; So, when they go in and edit the pictures, it's easy for them to put in the United Way logo right where they have the white board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Lw7x0H8ydgY/TY10VkrT24I/AAAAAAAAAWM/tdWjKAhaUww/s1600/Evie+1.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Lw7x0H8ydgY/TY10VkrT24I/AAAAAAAAAWM/tdWjKAhaUww/s400/Evie+1.2.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-1248193701223969912?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1248193701223969912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=1248193701223969912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1248193701223969912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1248193701223969912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/03/evies-united-way-photo-shoot.html' title='Evie&apos;s United Way Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HbBFM6_aDl8/TY10xknRylI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2nFEVrtW8uw/s72-c/Evie+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-3526724270946929927</id><published>2011-03-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:12:41.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon Schmidt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><title type='text'>Relax....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Question to everyone: What do you do to relax?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I often feel exhausted taking care of the apartment, doing my internship, and constantly running after Evie.&amp;nbsp; I know some of you have one child, more than one, or none--and  I'm assuming ALL of you have some amount of stress.&amp;nbsp; So what do you do  to relax and unwind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best thing for me are these at my fingers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Os7RG5Tneic/TYutv8eIOBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/G3acauj7Nq4/s1600/piano+keys.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Os7RG5Tneic/TYutv8eIOBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/G3acauj7Nq4/s400/piano+keys.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and this musical genius's sheet music in front of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0W33jz95NPQ/TYutsdoDe6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/vAYxQLqeTkE/s1600/Jon+Schmidt.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0W33jz95NPQ/TYutsdoDe6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/vAYxQLqeTkE/s400/Jon+Schmidt.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and I am good to go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing puts me in a better mood  than letting all my pent up emotions run rampant through my fingers as I  play his songs.&amp;nbsp; I just...LOVE to play his music.&amp;nbsp; (If you haven't  heard any of his songs, find some to listen to.&amp;nbsp; He is AMAZING.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, back out to you.&amp;nbsp; Share with me your stress-relieving techniques!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-3526724270946929927?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3526724270946929927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=3526724270946929927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3526724270946929927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3526724270946929927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/03/relax.html' title='Relax....'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Os7RG5Tneic/TYutv8eIOBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/G3acauj7Nq4/s72-c/piano+keys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-268309613051211334</id><published>2011-03-22T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:12:12.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Emotional...check.</title><content type='html'>So, I dislike several things about being female, but one I dislike the most is how unpredictably emotional I can become.&amp;nbsp; Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&amp;nbsp; Despite the inconvenience of this fact, it has also been a blessing.&amp;nbsp; "How" you may ask, "you look like an idiot with tears streaming down your face, and smeared mascara and foundation in its wake."&amp;nbsp; Being a detail-oriented person, maybe even anal retentive (yes, I know what that means--I have paid for several psychology classes) I tend to get bogged down in the small things of the day.&amp;nbsp; For example, all last week I was sick to my stomach, not because I was ridiculously busy, but because I wasn't able to wash my dishes for three days straight.&amp;nbsp; Pathetic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I was explaining the blessing part of this.&amp;nbsp; So, because I get so caught up in the stupid things, becoming emotional makes me think about the big picture.&amp;nbsp; Like my friend who's about to pop (shout out to you Britany!) I am reminded of all the life lessons I learned throughout my pregnancy with Evie.&amp;nbsp; And those lessons have served to strengthen my testimony and faith in Heavenly Father and the Plan of Salvation.&amp;nbsp; Or just now when I read my old roommate's rant on under-appreciated veterans (that's you, Jen).&amp;nbsp; I totally agree.&amp;nbsp; And being emotional makes me all the more grateful for the freedoms we have and that I was saved for such a time as this.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I would have survived during any other period of history :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, as you may have guessed, I am emotional at the moment.&amp;nbsp; And I needed an outlet that didn't consist of making Brandon panic about having done something wrong--because he didn't.&amp;nbsp; And there I go again...I have such a great husband.&amp;nbsp; I really do.&amp;nbsp; (River of tears.&amp;nbsp; Brooke signs off.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-268309613051211334?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/268309613051211334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=268309613051211334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/268309613051211334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/268309613051211334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/03/emotionalcheck.html' title='Emotional...check.'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-3017616096043054955</id><published>2011-03-12T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:11:38.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Now that I have the pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture update of our lives since we moved to our own little apartment last year--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivt64O1uF6c/TXwH7z6MoDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qv832AuHSKI/s1600/010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583346362160554034" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivt64O1uF6c/TXwH7z6MoDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qv832AuHSKI/s320/010.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZyJHKkbPCE/TXwH7uPLgyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_Gygp25IMt8/s1600/033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583346360637948706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZyJHKkbPCE/TXwH7uPLgyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_Gygp25IMt8/s320/033.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;span id="formatbar_Buttons" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span class="on" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseup="" style="display: block;" title="Align Center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a breakfast run for donuts.  Evie couldn't wait until we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84S4_ZPubtA/TXwH7TrKOXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CaO6iQ-zTDU/s1600/036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583346353507547506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84S4_ZPubtA/TXwH7TrKOXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CaO6iQ-zTDU/s320/036.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-njAm2S_dkKc/TXwHV1MenTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/tdJ-4bAsMUE/s1600/038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583345709670636850" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-njAm2S_dkKc/TXwHV1MenTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/tdJ-4bAsMUE/s320/038.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we made our daughter dress up as Batwoman for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwkkR47JXvU/TXwHVhzLdnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jLfexJDG_8Y/s1600/043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583345704464250482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwkkR47JXvU/TXwHVhzLdnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jLfexJDG_8Y/s320/043.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSo88p2xLCI/TXwHVaVxJII/AAAAAAAAAVM/iSr7p4YL4eg/s1600/050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583345702461842562" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSo88p2xLCI/TXwHVaVxJII/AAAAAAAAAVM/iSr7p4YL4eg/s320/050.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evie loved that I babysat little Kymbree last semester.  They were so cute together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXHnrwQduM0/TXwHU_vivpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/c2cMSi6Uhjs/s1600/052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583345695322193554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXHnrwQduM0/TXwHU_vivpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/c2cMSi6Uhjs/s320/052.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think she's so gosh-darn cute in her church clothes :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5Jjb4A0PN8/TXwHUpkSMTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qOHGph87ZjE/s1600/064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583345689369391410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5Jjb4A0PN8/TXwHUpkSMTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qOHGph87ZjE/s320/064.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some curlers for experimenting on my hair...Evie REALLY wanted to join the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzfYCfqF_zk/TXwGOR_R39I/AAAAAAAAAU0/NEvYzl4iZcA/s1600/070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583344480449322962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzfYCfqF_zk/TXwGOR_R39I/AAAAAAAAAU0/NEvYzl4iZcA/s320/070.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't like bathtub shots?&lt;br /&gt;(Please no off-color remarks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyl6tjOvy0g/TXwGOO-mLWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/txLefuVln8w/s1600/078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583344479641152866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyl6tjOvy0g/TXwGOO-mLWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/txLefuVln8w/s320/078.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt at french braids in Evie's hair.  I thought it was successful :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMRwd0yU0r4/TXwGNw4Pf_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/AgEnesyObf0/s1600/083.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583344471561437170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMRwd0yU0r4/TXwGNw4Pf_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/AgEnesyObf0/s320/083.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie excited Christmas morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fvOSA8O4i8/TXwGNhlmiEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JrPuJbxGkYI/s1600/087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583344467456723010" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fvOSA8O4i8/TXwGNhlmiEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JrPuJbxGkYI/s320/087.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the carnage begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fisGtSPmTc/TXwGNRNRw1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/RvGUtNB7E3I/s1600/088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583344463059731282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fisGtSPmTc/TXwGNRNRw1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/RvGUtNB7E3I/s320/088.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRPVliTYOVs/TXwA5ru_26I/AAAAAAAAAUM/DZ_SsuoEba8/s1600/101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583338629024963490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRPVliTYOVs/TXwA5ru_26I/AAAAAAAAAUM/DZ_SsuoEba8/s320/101.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutie grandkids at Christmas.  This was the best picture I got of poor Alex's eye :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvYyrjmaMTA/TXwA5XcQweI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KD3ifhgAidg/s1600/102.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583338623577670114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvYyrjmaMTA/TXwA5XcQweI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KD3ifhgAidg/s320/102.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4aIGnrf7XlA/TXwA5N2REYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Pch-ejtrdso/s1600/109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583338621002387842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4aIGnrf7XlA/TXwA5N2REYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Pch-ejtrdso/s320/109.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie's thoughtful Uncle Zack got her bear feet slippers which she refuses to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-92litXr13sk/TXwA44NfkdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Dw3_S60amGQ/s1600/111.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583338615194227154" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-92litXr13sk/TXwA44NfkdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Dw3_S60amGQ/s320/111.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the traditions in our home is to take pictures of our German pancakes right when they come out of the oven.   We like to see how high the sides rise... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVAIq7VZcBI/TXwA4vAAK8I/AAAAAAAAATs/ZVPc0efc974/s1600/113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583338612721724354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVAIq7VZcBI/TXwA4vAAK8I/AAAAAAAAATs/ZVPc0efc974/s320/113.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Brandon's employees makes cute little tutus, and she gave this one to Evie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-J5bkWYtO8/TXv_TOgkwZI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vu7J1LulGaQ/s1600/117.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336868833182098" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-J5bkWYtO8/TXv_TOgkwZI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vu7J1LulGaQ/s320/117.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie attended her cousin, Hawnee's, 3rd birthday party in January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rspRb8kxarI/TXv_S6m-IdI/AAAAAAAAATc/FRUIfQzV6Pw/s1600/120.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336863491301842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rspRb8kxarI/TXv_S6m-IdI/AAAAAAAAATc/FRUIfQzV6Pw/s320/120.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawnee with her daddy and my cousin, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-CtLNhF4ko/TXv_SmxXNYI/AAAAAAAAATU/NuAOk-FNVKI/s1600/021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336858166179202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-CtLNhF4ko/TXv_SmxXNYI/AAAAAAAAATU/NuAOk-FNVKI/s320/021.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfEPlIvAGFI/TXv_Sn5RlKI/AAAAAAAAATM/f7ZBOh5uFQE/s1600/122.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336858467800226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfEPlIvAGFI/TXv_Sn5RlKI/AAAAAAAAATM/f7ZBOh5uFQE/s320/122.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mQ257C3A68/TXv_SZJ6ycI/AAAAAAAAATE/0sZj8LFCMxA/s1600/128.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336854511077826" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mQ257C3A68/TXv_SZJ6ycI/AAAAAAAAATE/0sZj8LFCMxA/s320/128.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our happy family :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-3017616096043054955?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3017616096043054955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=3017616096043054955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3017616096043054955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3017616096043054955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/03/now-that-i-have-pictures.html' title='Now that I have the pictures....'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivt64O1uF6c/TXwH7z6MoDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qv832AuHSKI/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-1039928849744994908</id><published>2011-03-05T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:10:24.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><title type='text'>Month 2</title><content type='html'>Here's just a quick update about my weight loss goals--this is mostly for me; it keeps me accountable :-) To date, I have lost 14.6 lbs, and 12.5 inches around...everywhere.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-1039928849744994908?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1039928849744994908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=1039928849744994908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1039928849744994908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1039928849744994908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/03/month-2.html' title='Month 2'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-5404426835839543956</id><published>2011-03-04T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:09:54.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Clarification....</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me as I fell asleep last night, that some of the things I said in the previous post may have stuck out more than the point I was trying to make.  Here are my clarifications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, I think a higher education is an admirable thing to work for.  It has merits of it's own, regardless of what you use it for.  However, I don't think that earning a Bachelor's, or even a Ph.D. should be the peak of anybody's accomplishments in life.  What you do with your degree should be more significant than actually earning it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second, I believe that service to people other than your family is commendable.  Like young men and women who serve missions.  Kudos to you!  I don't think I could have done what you did as well as any and/or each of you.  You are an example to me.  Another example: people who join the Peace Corps.  I admire that people like that care enough to donate their time and energy in such a way.  You are a rare gem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third, I truly am not trying to blow my own horn. I am not saying that everyone should have done everything the way I did, because I have made my own mistakes, and am certainly a far cry from perfect. I am only trying to make a case for growing up and taking on the mantle of adulthood, rather than lounging in a single's paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Finally, I have the highest respect for charitable organizations.  I'm interning at one right now.  The men and women who have worked to make it a viable program are some of the best people I have ever met.  But...I think that they would agree with me that raising a family is the most important work they have done.  That is why our specific organization focuses on empowering parents.  Because investing in children brings back the biggest return.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is the point that I'm trying to make.  Doing a stint in the Peace Corps, or volunteering with various charities is a beautiful form of selflessness, but raising--taking care of and responsibility for--a family is a full time job, that will encompass most of your life.  And devoting your time to that is the most selfless act you can do, and it is the act/goal supported most by the Church.  Create an Eternal family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-5404426835839543956?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5404426835839543956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=5404426835839543956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5404426835839543956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5404426835839543956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/03/clarification.html' title='Clarification....'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-1153453200062089112</id><published>2011-03-03T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:09:30.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>What is it all about anyway?</title><content type='html'>This is just a rant, so don't read it if you you're not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have held a complicated grudge for a while now.  Not against people I just can't get along with, but against people that I cared for.  No, I am not related to these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormon), I was taught certain things growing up: EVERYONE is a child of God, families can be forever, and Eternal life is achieved through a life of service, primarily.  Now, as a member of the above mentioned church, I have gained a testimony of these statements, and I have had one for as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to brag, I'm just setting the stage for what I thought was common-sense and common-understanding among other members of my faith.  Because of my belief in those things, I have always tried to work towards becoming a better person.  My goal has always been to get married in the temple, to be a mother, to raise a family, and to teach my children the gospel.  And I thought that those were basically common goals to all members of my church.  It wasn't until I moved to the center of the LDS universe (Provo, UT) that I became acquainted with some of the stupidest people I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I am in no way generalizing members of the LDS church, or those that live in highly concentrated "Mormon" areas.  In moving to Provo, I have also become friends with some of the best people I could ever know, and am honored to know them at all.  I am merely making an observation about certain "mind sets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having grown up in a rural town in Texas, it was drilled into my head that people are ALWAYS watching you.  If you tout religious beliefs, people will call you on it if you screw up.  And perhaps that's why I am the way that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Provo.   After having had 14 years of living what I believed, moving to an area stuffed full of people who shared my beliefs was like a breath of fresh air.  Finally I could relax.  I didn't need to be a missionary to these people who were already converted.  The next four years, that was my mentality.  Not that I slacked off or anything, it was more I expected other people to behave the same way I did.  I expected the same upbringing.  Obviously I took my upbringing for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school is a time most people use to branch out, find their niche.  Which lends itself to those adolescents making stupid mistakes.  I get that, and I don't hold that against them.    However, I do expect these people's parents to have laid the groundwork so that these kids don't screw up the rest of their lives by exploring, or not exploring, their options.  My parents weren't perfect, but one thing they did well was stressing the fact that I was responsible for my future.  It was my responsibility to put myself through college, and I WAS going to college.  It was my responsibility to internalize my beliefs and become the person I wanted to be.  They would be the example, and it was up to me to do what was needed for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think certain people I knew well didn't benefit from that same lesson.  I realize that not everyone did their homework during high school.  I realize that not everyone had a job then either.  And that is fine.  What I don't get is people not preparing.  What I don't understand is just...doing NOTHING.  I don't understand all the...APATHY I have witnessed, the lack of progress.  I saw potential in these people during high school.  That was 5 years ago.  And several of them are in the same place.  Yes, they may be in college, yes they may have a job one step up from the one they had in high school, but they aren't MATURING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is all for then, people?  What is that Bachelor's, Master's, Ph.D. going to do for you if you aren't maturing?  You want a better job?  Why?  Are you dating?  Do you have a spouse, or children?  You could get by just fine working for $10.00/hour at the call center if the only plan you have is to support yourself and have fun.  Then you wouldn't have to waste all that time and money on a higher education.  You want to make a difference in the world?  Let me tell you a secret:  Giving service to people on the other side of the world is going to open your eyes to the fact that you can only do so much by yourself.  What it comes down to is building a stronger, better, future generation.  What is going to make the MOST difference is going to be people staying home with their children--putting hours, days, years into instilling morals and virtues into the future.  Don't get me wrong, service is wonderful.   Like my dad would tell me, it's the most selfish thing you can do.  The blessings received are more than we deserve for the service performed.  But guess what.  The FAMILY is the building block of society, not charitable organizations, and it isn't just the LDS church that says so.  The best effort to fix the problems our world is facing will be to raise the best kids our world has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending more time than I care to admit trying to figure out what I have against these people that I love, I realized it was that.  I have always known that ultimately, building my family would be the greatest thing I would accomplish in this life.  And somehow, my friends couldn't, or wouldn't, wrap their heads around that.  THAT is the reason...for EVERYTHING!  Life is short.  What are you doing sitting on the couch, hanging out with your friends?  I'm not saying that everyone should be married with a kid by a certain age, but you should at least be DATING by the time you're 23.  Get off the couch, get out of the salon, and go on a bona fide DATE.  Put the time and effort into making yourself the person you want to spend eternity with!  I can't count the talks and quotes given by General Authorities saying this, and STILL, some people don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blows my mind that some people don't realize this, that marriage--a family, is what it's all about.  That is the center of the gospel.  And they must not understand it, because, in my mind, they wouldn't behave the way they do if they did get it.  Anywho, that is my beef.  Moral of the story--Parents: teach your children what it's all about.  And not just that, be their PARENTS, not their friends.  It is just wonderful if you end up having a great friendship with them, but your responsibility is first and foremost to parent them, and you are doing them an ENORMOUS disservice if you don't teach them to take responsibility for themselves, if you don't teach them that having a family is what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up people.  We aren't kids anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-1153453200062089112?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1153453200062089112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=1153453200062089112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1153453200062089112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1153453200062089112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-it-all-about-anyway.html' title='What is it all about anyway?'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-8694467265635664767</id><published>2011-02-11T23:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:08:35.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Evie's Growing Up</title><content type='html'>I feel bad that I don't have too much to blog about aside from my little  project that I have going on, but I noticed something that Evie did  today that really hit me hard.  She's started to actually play with her  toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.  Babies start out "playing" with toys by  learning to hold them, bite them, and bang them on other things.   Toddlers begin stacking and organizing toys.  Today, I observed my  daughter creating a story with her toys.  She had a little action  figure, and a toy horse, and she had the action figure riding the horse,  and she was narrating what was happening.  And while I watched this I  realized, "My little girl...is just that: a little girl.  She isn't a  baby or a toddler anymore.  She's turning into a miniature walking,  (intelligibly) talking person."  It made me stop and reminisce a little,  about how it doesn't seem as though I've been a parent that long, but  at the same time, it's as though I've been her mother for forever.  I  definitely feel as though we're entering a distinctly new phase of our  existence together; I'm looking forward to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNXQYZvPy3M/TVY0B3dLzMI/AAAAAAAAASk/V0olT5LxR9o/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572698795588439234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNXQYZvPy3M/TVY0B3dLzMI/AAAAAAAAASk/V0olT5LxR9o/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-8694467265635664767?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8694467265635664767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=8694467265635664767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/8694467265635664767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/8694467265635664767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/02/evies-growing-up.html' title='Evie&apos;s Growing Up'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNXQYZvPy3M/TVY0B3dLzMI/AAAAAAAAASk/V0olT5LxR9o/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-1776122607430089669</id><published>2011-02-03T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:07:39.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><title type='text'>Weight Loss Update</title><content type='html'>K people, here are the stats.  I've been on my thing (weight loss plan, workout schedule, whatever) for 4 weeks and 1 day, and today I have officially lost 10 lbs and 10 inches around my slowly shrinking body... :-)  Feelin' good and looking forward to the next month, and hopefully the next 10 lbs.  Thanks everyone for your words of encouragement.  I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-1776122607430089669?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1776122607430089669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=1776122607430089669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1776122607430089669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1776122607430089669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/02/weight-loss-update.html' title='Weight Loss Update'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-5103687628258405059</id><published>2011-02-02T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:06:59.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bragging'/><title type='text'>Good News.</title><content type='html'>Brooke (me) just (as in 5 minutes ago) applied to graduate with her Bachelors of Science.  Woot!  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-5103687628258405059?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5103687628258405059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=5103687628258405059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5103687628258405059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5103687628258405059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-news.html' title='Good News.'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-6620132634785587087</id><published>2011-01-29T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:06:26.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry detergent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eczema'/><title type='text'>Homemade Laundry Detergent</title><content type='html'>I've had a couple of people ask me for this recipe, and while I was making a new batch, I remembered that I should probably give it to them.  I've been making this homemade laundry detergent for about 8 months now, and using my mom's before that.  I decided to continue this tradition after we found out Evie has eczema.  This recipe is super easy, eczema-friendly, and your wallet will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/3 bar Fels Naptha soap.  (I have never found this, so I use a full bar of Lever 2000, or whatever is on sale.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup washing soda. (Haven't found this at Wal-Mart either. Substitute 1/2 cup baking soda.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup borax powder. (This you CAN find at Wal-Mart with their other laundry supplies.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2-gallon bucket.  I use a 3 gallon BYU Creamery ice cream bucket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grate the soap and put it in a stock pot or large sauce pan.  Add 6 cups of water and heat it until the soap melts.  (The original instructions tell you to add the washing/baking soda and the borax powder here.  From experience, I'm telling you not to.  The mixture will boil and rise over the top of your pot, leaving more mess for you to clean up.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pour 4 cups hot water into your bucket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remove soap/water mixture from heat, and add to your bucket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add washing/baking soda and borax powder, and mix until dissolved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once dissolved, fill your bucket to the 2-gallon mark (or your best estimation) with hot water and stir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After your solution is mixed, let it sit for about 24 hours (it takes mine 36-48) and it will gel.  Use 1/2 cup detergent per load.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(This recipe was originally taken from http://www.thefamilyhomestead.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, I'm going to add up your expenses, and you can compare this to buying 60-load or whatever Tide or Gain however often you need to from the store :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-pack Irish Spring bar soap:~$4.50&lt;br /&gt;borax powder:~$4.50&lt;br /&gt;baking soda (16 oz):~$2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to purchase my bucket, my mom gave it to me for free, but any food storage bucket will do that you can get from Macey's or somewhere cheap.  Some places, like the creamery, may give them to you free.  Now, I do on average a load of laundry a day, with my child who spills and makes messes on everything.  I bought each of these things when we moved into our apartment at the beginning of last June, and I haven't had to go buy more of anything.  Today I made my 3rd batch, and I'll need to get more baking soda for the next time.  So, $13.00 a year on laundry detergent?  I'm ok with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-6620132634785587087?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6620132634785587087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=6620132634785587087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6620132634785587087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6620132634785587087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/01/homemade-laundry-detergent.html' title='Homemade Laundry Detergent'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-68974235785055510</id><published>2011-01-27T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:05:19.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>Renewing New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, I'm a lame blogger :-(  However, this post brings good news, at least for me.  As you may have read from my previous post, I started doing the Insanity workouts.  The regimen I started then (4 months ago) didn't work out as well as I imagined.  I continued to do the workouts, maybe not as consistently as I should have, but I continued to work out, and I still am.  But I wasn't achieving the results I was looking for--probably because I was justifying the ~3000 calories I was consuming each day. (Actually, I don't know how many calories I was inputting, but it was definitely more than the recommended amount.  Maybe you are aware of how much I...appreciate, food?)  Anywho, I did some researching, and came up with my own weight loss plan.  I've cut back my calorie intake, upped my workouts to a daily occurrence, and I am proud to say....since January 5th (that's when I started this dealio)...I have lost 8 pounds :-) and am well on my way to my target weight!  Thank you, thank you.  I delayed sharing this with everyone until I was sure I could keep this up, and now I'm in a routine that I am sure I can stick to.  Especially since I've seen the results :-)  Thanks for enduring my little bragging session, but I'm a little proud of myself.  Little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-68974235785055510?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/68974235785055510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=68974235785055510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/68974235785055510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/68974235785055510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2011/01/renewing-new-years-resolutions.html' title='Renewing New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-9100208203210618917</id><published>2010-08-23T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:04:00.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>Sticking with New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Since the summer term ended, last week I decided I needed something to keep me busy-ish.  So, I started the Insanity workouts.  My sister-in-law has been doing them for a while, and she looks so great, I thought I'd give them a whirl.  So, I'm doing a little workout journal, partly so I can actually keep track of my progress, and partly so I'll keep doing it after school starts again.  Now, as of today, I have done one week of the program, I gained 2.5 lbs (which I'm saying is muscle gain) and then lost 1.5 lbs.  I've also been measuring my waist to check for improvements there as well.  I have lost an inch and a half around my waist, yay me!  So, I'm going to keep at this, hopefully :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-9100208203210618917?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/9100208203210618917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=9100208203210618917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/9100208203210618917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/9100208203210618917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/08/sticking-with-new-years-resolutions.html' title='Sticking with New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-6726764137660518939</id><published>2010-07-09T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:24:02.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/TDf0U1utoDI/AAAAAAAAASM/lLTa2fcHLbY/s1600/_MG_9852+copy.jpg"&gt;Last night I was up by myself (Brandon had gone to bed early b/c he had  to wake up at the ungodly hour of 3:00 am) and I decided it was a good  time to catch up on everyone's blogs.  I especially enjoyed my cousin's  blog, where in each of her posts she has some great story to tell about  how cute her little girls are.  This was brought back to my attention  today when Evie came up to me with her empty cup of juice and said  "Mas."  Brandon and I immediately understood that she was asking for  more--in Spanish.  Since when does my little girl speak Spanish?  I  realize she's been watching Dora the Explorer, but c'mon?!  She's not  even speaking ENGLISH very well, much less SPANISH.  Anywho, this  incident has prompted me to make a list of things that my cutie pa-tutie  little girl does that makes me love being her mother.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She knows exactly what she wants.  Even though she can't say it  in words always, she still communicates quite effectively.  She has no  problem walking up to whomever, grabbing their hand, and pulling them to  whatever it is she wants.  Very direct.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She says "please" and  "thank you."  It was no problem getting her to say "day du" once she  gets what she wants, but bending her will to say "peash" was like  pulling teeth.  But now that she does say "peash" it's so cute that she  walks up to me, says "Peash.  Day du," and pulls me to what she wants.   It's so endearing that I've trained her so well :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evie has  developed an extremely hyper-hygienic streak.  I have to be careful  about letting her near the bathroom sink, because she'll HAVE to wash  her hands.  She is also constantly taking her shoes and socks off so  that she can clean between her toes.  It's the cutest thing EVER to  watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evie is the most maternal child I've ever seen.  Her  favorite thing is to take care of her baby dolls, or even better, her  little cousins, when they're available :-)  I recently started finding  perfectly clean diapers in the trash cans--they'd been unfolded and  stuff, but clean.  Came to find out, Evie takes out her fresh  diapers and puts them on her babies, and changes their diapers on a  regular basis.  And she throws them away like a good mother.  It's a  good thing I found out what she was doing, otherwise we'd be buying  diapers a bit more frequently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's also quite the flirt.  She  totally knows how to work the system.  It's a good thing I'm training to  be a disciplinarian, otherwise I'd be melted butter ALL the time.  She  can look at something, assess the situation, and turn on the charm all  in a matter of seconds.  It's fantastic to watch her mind at work.   She's so smart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;These are the immediate things that come to  mind, but there are so, so, so many more reasons that I'm endeared to  her.  She's our little princess, and we love every minute we have with  her.  How can you not love this face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/TDf0U1utoDI/AAAAAAAAASM/lLTa2fcHLbY/s1600/_MG_9852+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/TDf0U1utoDI/AAAAAAAAASM/lLTa2fcHLbY/s320/_MG_9852+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492126909459177522" 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/3586142634096169214-6726764137660518939?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6726764137660518939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=6726764137660518939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6726764137660518939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6726764137660518939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/07/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/TDf0U1utoDI/AAAAAAAAASM/lLTa2fcHLbY/s72-c/_MG_9852+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-851265786072643020</id><published>2010-07-06T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:32:11.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man oh man...</title><content type='html'>I have just found out about this awesome blog that I'm a little obsessed with now.  This girl has taken on a "Julie and Julia" project and put a practical spin on it.  She's given herself $365 for 365 days for 365 different clothing pieces.  This chick is AMAZING!!!  She is taking the year off from tradition shopping and is browsing flea markets and garage sales and altering AWFUL retro pieces into (for the most part) chic and stylin' outfits.  She's completely gifted!  I wish I was that cool....  I totally recommend checking out her blog http://newdressaday.wordpress.com/.  Let me know what you think of her.  I'm in awe of her talent and creativity. (super jealous).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-851265786072643020?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/851265786072643020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=851265786072643020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/851265786072643020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/851265786072643020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/07/man-oh-man.html' title='Man oh man...'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-6229893537829373135</id><published>2010-06-15T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:09:31.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-S</title><content type='html'>I've decided I will really need to pick up a hobby when I've graduated.  Today I've gotten out of bed, done a lame work-out (because I suck), showered, did myself all up (kinda), cut a pineapple, and boiled eggs.  Evie and I have read a couple of books together, watched several PBS shows together, and eaten breakfast and lunch.  I played the piano a little before Evie kicked me off, and now she's taking her turn to pound like Jon Schmidt and yell "birt'day!" as many times and as loud as she can.  I can only clean the apartment so much.  What to do?  I've ruled out going outside; I'm anti-sun burning my retinas.  And if we do laps around the mall I'm bound to spend the little money we do have.  :-S I probably shouldn't take Evie out anyway.  She's got a runny nose; that's why she isn't in daycare today while I'm at class.  If only I had my art stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-6229893537829373135?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6229893537829373135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=6229893537829373135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6229893537829373135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6229893537829373135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/06/s.html' title=':-S'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-1156843347331276548</id><published>2010-05-24T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:52:32.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Advice</title><content type='html'>My uncle sent this article out to our family, and I really appreciated the content.  It's good to hear over and over to help keep us as parents focused on what's really important.  Please, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;table width="100%" align="center" bg border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="5" style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday,  May 21, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;The Most Important Job On Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;by  Alexander Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="470" height="1407"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Reader,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends John and Marcy seem to have  it all ... Great health, a beautiful family, a lovely home, plenty of  money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The problem? Their teenage kids are  driving them completely nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;My wife Karen and I recently spent a  weekend with them at their home in upstate New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's so exasperating," complained  Marcy. "They don't study. They stay out until all hours. We never know  where they are or whom they're with. Of course, it's uncool for them to  answer a phone call from their parents when they're out, but they won't  even text us back. It's infuriating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Who is supplying them with the cell  phones, the cars and the money?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well, who do you think?" she said,  irritated just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I let it go at that. This conversation  wasn't improving the evening and, besides, it was none of my business.  But I couldn't help thinking how different things were growing up at my  house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was one of four boys, fairly close in  age. Like all boys, we acted up. Regularly. But if things started  getting out of hand, my Dad would threaten to "lower the boom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm not sure any of us really knew what  that meant, exactly. But from the look in his eye and the tone of his  voice, it was clear that any "boom lowering" would not accrue to our  advantage.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was when we were young, of course.  But by the time you reach your teenage years, your relationship with  your parents is pretty well established. And the way my brothers and I  were raised, it would have been unthinkable to treat our Mom or Dad like  a doormat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet I have several friends who tell me  they are experiencing pretty much the same thing as John and Marcy. They  complain about their kids' poor grades and bad manners, their lack of  respect and motivation, their general feeling of entitlement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I don't hear many of them saying is  what role they as parents are playing in this state of affairs. Some of  them might benefit from thinking a little less about fixing their kids  and a little more about fixing the way they parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a touchy subject, I know.  Everyone who has had a parent or a child - every living soul, in other  words - is an expert on the subject. But could any job be more  important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;As parents, it's our responsibility to  educate our kids about the consequences of their behavior. This requires  frequent communication (and sometimes punishment). Yet, according to a  recent study, the average parent spends three and a half minutes per  week in meaningful conversation with his or her children. No wonder so  many kids are a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;What should parents communicate? For  starters, guidance, understanding, and opinions about what is right and  wrong. They need to stress the importance of education and hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of all, parents need to communicate  that their love is unconditional, but their approval is not. Kids need  to understand that eventually we all sit down to a banquet of  consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's a tough world out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;In 1940, for example, public school  teachers claimed that the top seven disciplinary problems were talking  out of turn, chewing gum, making noise, running in the halls, cutting in  line, dress code infractions and littering. Today it is drug abuse,  alcohol abuse, pregnancy, suicide, rape, robbery and assault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;We can speculate on the reasons for this  - violent and sexually-charged television shows, movies and video  games, millions of homes without fathers, or other factors - but there  is no denying the general coarsening of the culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Columnist George Will recently remarked  that, "Sixty years ago, parents' primary job was getting their kids to  adopt the values of the culture. Today their primary job is getting them  &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to adopt the values of the culture."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things really are tougher for parents  now. But that only means good parenting is more important than ever.  Yes, the schools will teach them reading, science, history and math (or &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt;).  But it is up to us to teach our kids about important things like work,  health, money, relationships, and integrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of this, of course, is setting an  example. Your kids may not hear much of what you say. But they are  watching what you do like a hawk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And while there are different approaches  to parenthood, in my view there are certain core values all kids should  be taught:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Respect your elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Two ears, one mouth: Listen twice as  much as you talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*When you give your word, keep it.  Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Look people in the eye when you talk to  them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Stand up for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Be kind to animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Smile, it don't cost nothing. (Bad  grammar, good lesson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*If you don't have the time to do it  right, how will you find the time to do it over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Spend less than what you earn. Save and  invest the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Always say "please" and "thank you,"  "yes, sir" and "no, ma'am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Understand that the workplace is a  hierarchy, not a democracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*If you borrow something, return it in  better condition than you got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Learn to think for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*If you don't know something, look it  up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Cigarettes don't make you look cool.  They make you look stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Drugs deliver short-term highs and  lifelong lows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sex is great but unwanted pregnancies  and STDs are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*When you need help, ask for it. When  others need help, give it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Doing the right thing always has its  reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*If you mess up, apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Anything worth having is worth working  for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Do what you love for a living and the  money will follow. (Not enough to make you rich necessarily, but enough  to live an authentic life.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*You don't need someone to complete you.  Complete yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Successful people make a habit of doing  the things unsuccessful people don't want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Hold the door for people - men and  women alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Accept responsibility for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*If you face a difficult decision, ask,  "How will this make me feel about myself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;*And never forget: Non illigitamus  carbonundrum. (That's Latin for "&lt;em&gt;Don't let the bastards get you down&lt;/em&gt;.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is just a partial list, of course.  Eighteen years is about how long it takes to learn what we need to know  to become responsible adults. After all, most of us don't start making  good decisions until after we've screwed up making so many bad ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, parents only have so much  ability to guide their children's behavior. Scientists still don't know  how much we're shaped by nature versus our environment - and probably  never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But preparing our kids for adulthood is  an awesome responsibility, the most important job on earth. So it  behooves us - and society as a whole - to do everything in our power to  do it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Family is the cornerstone of society,  the ultimate economic and spiritual unit of every civilization.  Twenty-five hundred years ago, Confucius said, "The father who does not  teach his son his duties is equally guilty with the son who neglects  them." (This is just as true of mothers, especially today when so many  kids are growing up without fathers around.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parenthood is and will always be a  sacred task. When our kids are grown, they will have to deal with the  consequences of their choices. No parent wants to live with regrets  about what he or she "should have done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;For most of us, our families are what we  care about most. I know that if I felt I had failed as a father, no  success in any other area could make up for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet each family is unique and no one  will ever know the full reality of your situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, imperfect as we are, there is  great satisfaction imprinting the best of us on our kids and doing  whatever we can to give them a leg up in our competitive world, knowing  that, however we fell short in one area or another, we did the best we  could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carpe Diem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,  Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have "Two Cents?"&lt;/strong&gt;  Just send your thoughts, ideas or comments to &lt;a href="mailto:editor@spiritualwealth.com" target="_blank"&gt;editor@spiritualwealth.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Know  someone who would benefit from reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiritual Wealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?  Just send them the following link, and encourage them to sign up. It's  free:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clicks.investmentu.com//t/AQ/AAGgQg/AAGnLQ/p7k/AQ/AcFJ9Q/J5HT" target="_blank"&gt;www.spiritualwealth.com/about-&lt;wbr&gt;us/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="print version" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://clicks.investmentu.com//t/AQ/AAGgQg/AAGnLQ/AAHUTA/AQ/AcFJ9Q/6eQN" target="_blank"&gt;Print Version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently in Spiritual Wealth:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clicks.investmentu.com//t/AQ/AAGgQg/AAGnLQ/AAHUTQ/AQ/AcFJ9Q/b8T1" target="_blank"&gt;Are You Losing Your Soul?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clicks.investmentu.com//t/AQ/AAGgQg/AAGnLQ/AAHD3Q/AQ/AcFJ9Q/pplc" target="_blank"&gt;When Entertainment Becomes Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clicks.investmentu.com//t/AQ/AAGgQg/AAGnLQ/AAG+wg/AQ/AcFJ9Q/o9XP" target="_blank"&gt;Are You Amusing Yourself to Death?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;      &lt;table width="586" align="left"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="34" height="151"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Alexander Green" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="540"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 1em;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,  Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexander Green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  is the Investment Director of &lt;a href="http://clicks.investmentu.com//t/AQ/AAGgQg/AAGnLQ/7eM/AQ/AcFJ9Q/3yZz" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Oxford Club&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;The Oxford Club  Communique&lt;/em&gt;, whose portfolio he directs, is ranked among the top 5  investment letters in the nation for 10-year performance by the  independent &lt;em&gt;Hulbert Investment Digest&lt;/em&gt;. Alex is the author of &lt;em&gt;The  New York Times&lt;/em&gt; bestseller "&lt;a href="http://clicks.investmentu.com//t/AQ/AAGgQg/AAGnLQ/56w/AQ/AcFJ9Q/T7Uj" target="_blank"&gt;The Gone Fishin' Portfolio: Get Wise, Get Wealthy...  and Get On With Your Life&lt;/a&gt;" and, more recently, "&lt;a href="http://clicks.investmentu.com//t/AQ/AAGgQg/AAGnLQ/-CY/AQ/AcFJ9Q/zIzT" target="_blank"&gt;The Secret of Shelter Island: Money and What Matters&lt;/a&gt;."  He has been featured on &lt;em&gt;Oprah &amp;amp; Friends&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;CNBC&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;National  Public Radio (NPR)&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Fox News&lt;/em&gt; and "The O'Reilly Factor,"  and has been profiled by &lt;em&gt;The Wall Street Journal&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;BusinessWeek&lt;/em&gt;,  &lt;em&gt;Forbes&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Kiplinger's Personal Finance&lt;/em&gt;, among  others. He currently lives in Charlottesville, Virginia and Winter  Springs, Florida with his wife Karen and their children Hannah and  David.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-1156843347331276548?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1156843347331276548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=1156843347331276548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1156843347331276548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1156843347331276548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-advice.html' title='Good Advice'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-7988529786124239326</id><published>2010-05-22T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:26:24.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately this is not an academic graduation with degrees, caps or gowns, but we do have tangible proof of it.  This is a graduation from living with and off of family, to becoming independent adults, again :-)  Yay!  We signed a contract for a new apartment this Thursday and we will be moving at the beginning of June.  Pretty excited.  So, if anyone wants to help us move (wink wink) let us know, and we will inform you of the official moving date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-7988529786124239326?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7988529786124239326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=7988529786124239326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/7988529786124239326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/7988529786124239326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-2753728422044643848</id><published>2010-05-04T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:26:31.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3MzAzMzUyMDk3OSZwdD*xMjczMDMzNTU5ODkzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1lYjMzYmI2ZGZmMjA*/ZGI1ODhmZWFjNjY1NGVmMTE1MCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w331.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw331.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fl467%2Fbrookelein%2F1e4e357e.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s331.photobucket.com/albums/l467/brookelein/?action=view&amp;current=1e4e357e.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-2753728422044643848?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2753728422044643848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=2753728422044643848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2753728422044643848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2753728422044643848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-1444871854945329099</id><published>2010-05-04T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:27:57.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years and counting...</title><content type='html'>Today is mine and Brandon's 3rd anniversary.  If we were going by Seinfeld, we've reached "a long time [to be married]."  However, it doesn't feel like a long time.    It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;feel like an accomplishment, one well worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my handsome prince:  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Brooke/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Brooke/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-1444871854945329099?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1444871854945329099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=1444871854945329099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1444871854945329099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1444871854945329099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-years-and-counting.html' title='3 years and counting...'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-6220332064154575172</id><published>2010-04-28T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:33:58.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah (Bob Loblaw)</title><content type='html'>This post is mostly a to-do list and a complaint.  A brief disclaimer: I realize that this is my fault and I also know that this is for the greater good.  I have a short, sweet, week and a half break in between semesters, and I was looking forward to a nice lull as opposed to the chaotic hum drum of school life.  Instead, I've found a whole load of stuff that I still need to do before the semester starts.  Daycare stuff, intern stuff, buying books stuff...and a whole ton of other junk.  I see being a good church going Mormon as the same way.  You do everything you should as a kid/adolescent to get to the temple...and it isn't happily ever after.  I mean it's happy, but now you have to work even harder to protect what you've created.  Sometimes I wish the people in fairy tales would die or get twinkled at the end.  That's a real happily ever after.  No lists, no chores, no more needed progression....Oh well :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-6220332064154575172?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6220332064154575172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=6220332064154575172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6220332064154575172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6220332064154575172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/blah-blah-blah-bob-loblaw.html' title='Blah Blah Blah (Bob Loblaw)'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-2638323513577894306</id><published>2010-04-26T07:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:12:29.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures!  YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W63gWU4WI/AAAAAAAAARY/Al_d7q5oJvc/s1600/_MG_9994+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's our updated Palmer look.  Hope you guys enjoy them!  Thanks again Natalie!  We love our new family pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W63gWU4WI/AAAAAAAAARY/Al_d7q5oJvc/s1600/_MG_9994+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W63gWU4WI/AAAAAAAAARY/Al_d7q5oJvc/s320/_MG_9994+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464479185623114082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W6eveoaTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/upl8k1--r7k/s1600/_MG_9990+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W6eveoaTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/upl8k1--r7k/s320/_MG_9990+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464478760187750706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W6eGyGMOI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZNmcgdQD9jI/s1600/_MG_9987+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W6eGyGMOI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZNmcgdQD9jI/s320/_MG_9987+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464478749263540450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W5v6JDP-I/AAAAAAAAARA/XWn85yGS5Hg/s1600/_MG_9984+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W5v6JDP-I/AAAAAAAAARA/XWn85yGS5Hg/s320/_MG_9984+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464477955596173282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W5vawGd7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/H5MJeHtiL30/s1600/_MG_9971+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W5vawGd7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/H5MJeHtiL30/s320/_MG_9971+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464477947170027442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W4kxW0lQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XLksnVNrfYY/s1600/_MG_9968+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W4kxW0lQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XLksnVNrfYY/s320/_MG_9968+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464476664747824386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W4kLV9ipI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PZQxSkNWS7s/s1600/_MG_9963+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W4kLV9ipI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PZQxSkNWS7s/s320/_MG_9963+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464476654543669906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W3uPoYbuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_C2RCyl7GAI/s1600/_MG_9961+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W3uPoYbuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_C2RCyl7GAI/s320/_MG_9961+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464475727981735650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W3tV6M7gI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FxbMULxkdR8/s1600/_MG_9952+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W3tV6M7gI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FxbMULxkdR8/s320/_MG_9952+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464475712487222786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W28Hw8b6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/S5P3N_xp1gI/s1600/_MG_9945+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W28Hw8b6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/S5P3N_xp1gI/s320/_MG_9945+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464474866876706722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W27bGmBBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KMS8Z8SbjVc/s1600/_MG_9942+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W27bGmBBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KMS8Z8SbjVc/s320/_MG_9942+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464474854887916562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W2b1iAlHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lBLQybWybX8/s1600/_MG_9936+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W2b1iAlHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lBLQybWybX8/s320/_MG_9936+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464474312226411634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W2bFRUcLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2RrwTK6qVkU/s1600/_MG_9936-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W2bFRUcLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2RrwTK6qVkU/s320/_MG_9936-2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464474299271508146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W2FcMp2jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/T9oRgCZAMz8/s1600/_MG_9930+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W2FcMp2jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/T9oRgCZAMz8/s320/_MG_9930+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464473927468833330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W2EpF4v1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8EDpWHjBBw4/s1600/_MG_9928+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W2EpF4v1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8EDpWHjBBw4/s320/_MG_9928+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464473913750241106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W1pA5gb_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/_B49rwGQeac/s1600/_MG_9926+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W1pA5gb_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/_B49rwGQeac/s320/_MG_9926+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464473439104430066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W1oR7Vj1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/qvBacEyl1_A/s1600/_MG_9923+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W1oR7Vj1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/qvBacEyl1_A/s320/_MG_9923+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464473426495639378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W1N_5Wj7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BS7u55FElL8/s1600/_MG_9908+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W1N_5Wj7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BS7u55FElL8/s320/_MG_9908+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464472974978879410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W1NGmQQII/AAAAAAAAAPI/rHIurAPz2sY/s1600/_MG_9895+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W1NGmQQII/AAAAAAAAAPI/rHIurAPz2sY/s320/_MG_9895+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464472959597953154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9W0qPeUbqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RaXJbcPVW_M/s1600/_MG_9886+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9WxA2hkuzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UvyxaOouJy0/s320/_MG_0015+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464468351078415154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9WxATq99UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/R49Pvwi1zXQ/s1600/_MG_0001+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S9WxATq99UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/R49Pvwi1zXQ/s320/_MG_0001+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464468341722576194" 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/3586142634096169214-2638323513577894306?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2638323513577894306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=2638323513577894306' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2638323513577894306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2638323513577894306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures-yay.html' title='Family Pictures!  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I think this year we're basing our resolutions on what's happened the last 20 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the days surrounding Christmas and after, we noticed that Evie would get kind of fussy when we'd lift her right arm to dress her, so we kept an eye on it to see if anything was wrong, and we didn't notice any other discomfort.  New Year's Eve came around, and Brandon noticed that Evie's forearm had started to swell, so I took her to the Instacare where Brandon's mom works.  The doctor looked her over, and decided that we'd get some x-rays to make sure nothing was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation: Evie had broken both her radius and ulna.  How: we have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good look at her x-rays, the doctor wrapper her arm up in a splint, and Evie got to try her first sucker, which she enjoyed a little too much.  After the splint set, the doctor told us to go to the ER, as the orthopedic surgeon was there already for another little girl's broken arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and I took Evie to the ER, and were lucky enough to stay there for really no reason for about 3 hours.  The ER doctor came and questioned us, as an unknown broken arm for a 15-month old is a bit suspicious.  After he questioned us, they had a social worker come in, which was also fun.  An hour after that interview, a couple of nurses came in for some more x-rays, and then they left.  Half an hour after that, the orthopedic surgeon came in and told us to schedule and appointment the next week so that he could put Evie's arm in a cast.  Finally, we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Tuesday we went in to have Evie's arm cast, but alas, it was not to be.  When Evie's arm had been splinted originally, her bones were relatively straight, and there should have been no problem with casting it.  However, her bones had moved during the few days in between doctors visits.  So, we scheduled a "surgery" for the next day.  It wasn't really a surgery, we just had to make another appointment, because they gave Evie and anesthetic while they set her bones and put her in a cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we'd taken care of poor Evie's arm, and we've learned that our little girl is quite the trooper.  Here are some pictures of her the last couple of weeks using her arm like nothing's holding her back.  On an unrelated note, she's developed quite the dancing style ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Evie at Christmas, using her broken right arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S1VLIyqFwSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mFSoAVEpZcE/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S1VLIyqFwSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mFSoAVEpZcE/s320/DSC01154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428327540274348322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still using the broken arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S1VLIiBpeNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mLa1oCbzSiU/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S1VLIiBpeNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mLa1oCbzSiU/s320/DSC01156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428327535809755346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my little cutie in her splint and sling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S1VLIaYKx1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hVCtJou27cE/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S1VLIaYKx1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hVCtJou27cE/s320/DSC01165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428327533756729170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital had cute little surgery clothes for her to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S1VLII2lLTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6xdl74gDCTM/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/S1VLII2lLTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6xdl74gDCTM/s320/DSC01168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428327529052450098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my baby after the procedure, still heavy on the narcotics :-)  I can't remember the last time she slept in my arms.  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My question is, can it really be a happy holiday if you can't enjoy all the desserts?  And can I cancel out calories by eating more fruits and vegetables?  Probably not, but in an ideal world, the answer is yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the self conscious thoughts, I'm still very happy for the season, and all the joys it brings aside from gourmet and glutinous meals.  We've enjoyed spending lots of time with both sides of our family, and look forward to the coming year.  Merry Christmas everyone!  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-4581878901875173673?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4581878901875173673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=4581878901875173673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4581878901875173673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4581878901875173673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays?'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-4692851173105490186</id><published>2009-12-18T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:29:29.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke's Lullaby</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Brandon was in a musical mood, and decided to communicate all his thoughts to the tune of "Oh My Darlin' Clementine."  While I was trying to go to sleep last night, Brandon was looking at Christmas presents to order for me, and I was telling him how I don't need any Christmas presents.  His response was, to the above mentioned tune: "Go to h***, go to h***, go to h***, you're such a jerk.  I am buying you a present, go to sleep, or go to h***. " Bella may have Edward to play her a lullaby, but my lullaby makes me laugh.  So suck it Bella Swan. :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-4692851173105490186?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4692851173105490186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=4692851173105490186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4692851173105490186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4692851173105490186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/brookes-lullaby.html' title='Brooke&apos;s Lullaby'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-6034286876146807040</id><published>2009-12-16T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:44:58.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love being a mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evie's found a new hobby, which really entertains me, so I'm ok with it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-704ac613e2065774" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=6034286876146807040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6034286876146807040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6034286876146807040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/apparently-halloween-isnt-over.html' title='Why I love being a mommy'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-741817854883112639</id><published>2009-12-15T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:18:26.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evie's Kind of First Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, our cute little girl has been developing a lovely mullet over the last year and some months of her life.  I cut her bangs myself about six months ago, and that's not an experience I'm willing to repeat anytime soon, so last week, I had one of my friends come by and give her hair a trim, just to even everything out, and hopefully get it to grow in a little thicker :-)  Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SyhdN_axS4I/AAAAAAAAALY/nwZLlAzqA68/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SyhdN_axS4I/AAAAAAAAALY/nwZLlAzqA68/s320/DSC01128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415681046856420226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We trimmed her bangs and cut them so they gradually merge in with the rest of her hair.  This was much more successful than my attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SyhdNp-LT2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PhCofzKvUZI/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SyhdNp-LT2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PhCofzKvUZI/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415681041099345762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we took off 2.5-3".  Now the nasty, matted part of her hair can catch up with the rest of it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-741817854883112639?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/741817854883112639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=741817854883112639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/741817854883112639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/741817854883112639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-our-cute-little-girl-has-been.html' title='Evie&apos;s Kind of First Hair Cut'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SyhdN_axS4I/AAAAAAAAALY/nwZLlAzqA68/s72-c/DSC01128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-2786571808617629448</id><published>2009-11-28T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:11:22.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs. Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the BYU band before the start of the rivalrous(?) BYU vs. Utah football game.  Think we're gonna win?  Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzHO5QdNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bpUWN1ocRbQ/s1600/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzHO5QdNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bpUWN1ocRbQ/s320/DSC01111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409371933031560402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is my good-lookin' husband before the game.  Those presents on the benches are flags that someone left for everyone to wave.  Pretty sure we're supposed to distract the opposing team with these.  Now how is the question.  I'm thinking the best way to do this is to strip down and wear them like a towel.  (I'm glad I didn't try to do that before I unwrapped the flag.  They were WAY too small for that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzGj2PklI/AAAAAAAAAKg/F_9m1J2kTz4/s1600/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzGj2PklI/AAAAAAAAAKg/F_9m1J2kTz4/s320/DSC01112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409371921476194898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we felt after BYU finally got on the scoreboard, even if it's just a field goal. (3-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzGWc-EKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Yanl_mYZm2k/s1600/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzGWc-EKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Yanl_mYZm2k/s320/DSC01113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409371917880529058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how we felt after the first quarter.  We're happy because BYU's about to score another field goal, to tie the game. (3-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzF200AsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HPy54jFEFzo/s1600/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzF200AsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HPy54jFEFzo/s320/DSC01115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409371909390598850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is pictoral evidence of BYU's second field goal, I believe.  I think the BYU fans were happy, or something. (6-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzFsAcWeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hCianS8EehI/s1600/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzFsAcWeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hCianS8EehI/s320/DSC01116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409371906486589922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how we felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxJby1vRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Rbc0Y-xnERo/s1600/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxJby1vRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Rbc0Y-xnERo/s320/DSC01117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369771830787346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the joyous people in front of us.  BYU finally scored a touchdown! (13-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxJH7ctNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/64ddVRUihec/s1600/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxJH7ctNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/64ddVRUihec/s320/DSC01118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369766498186450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how we felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxIniov2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/tqqyi7o1KaA/s1600/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxIniov2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/tqqyi7o1KaA/s320/DSC01119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369757804183394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me not happy with the way things have ended the first half. (13-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxIRzfkoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/unPOVX6xy30/s1600/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxIRzfkoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/unPOVX6xy30/s320/DSC01120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369751969305218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Brandon's concern showing at the end of the second half as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxIBuk0OI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mNrG0L3SvGI/s1600/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHxIBuk0OI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mNrG0L3SvGI/s320/DSC01121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369747653710050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the happy people in front of us.  We scored the first touchdown of the second half. (20-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwqQhIrOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1jhKhjg0nwE/s1600/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwqQhIrOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1jhKhjg0nwE/s320/DSC01122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369236227796194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how we felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwp_ArwzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YiwH_HFgUeU/s1600/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwp_ArwzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YiwH_HFgUeU/s320/DSC01123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369231528280882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is us (me) boo-ing at the end of the regulation game.  Lame.  I hate overtime.  (20-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwpmRhgWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SnV7m-hZ-Ww/s1600/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwpmRhgWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SnV7m-hZ-Ww/s320/DSC01124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369224888025442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the field being stormed by BYU fans after the game winning touchdown.  Awesome pass from Max Hall to Andrew George in overtime. 26-23; yay Cougars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwpd3gkiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TluLdtXu8OY/s1600/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwpd3gkiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TluLdtXu8OY/s320/DSC01125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369222631428642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how we felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwo07pPQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/y5ijbemuunc/s1600/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHwo07pPQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/y5ijbemuunc/s320/DSC01126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409369211642920194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The perfect end to a loverly day :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-2786571808617629448?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2786571808617629448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=2786571808617629448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2786571808617629448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/2786571808617629448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/byu-vs-utah.html' title='BYU vs. Utah'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxHzHO5QdNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bpUWN1ocRbQ/s72-c/DSC01111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-5345708773997146531</id><published>2009-11-28T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:59:44.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>Lately we've been doing holiday stuff. I've pretty much finished my Christmas shopping, and Brandon's getting there. This week we had my birthday and Thanksgiving, and spent lots of time with family.  Wednesday we had family over for cake and ice cream.  This is me with my cutie niece Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxGNjEG7puI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sJcpYYEnnQQ/s1600/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxGNjEG7puI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sJcpYYEnnQQ/s320/DSC01097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409260260986431202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured this was also a good time for a new, updated picture of Brandon and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxGNQySJvzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACFUAYhgW9k/s1600/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxGNQySJvzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACFUAYhgW9k/s320/DSC01101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409259946964008754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday morning we went over to Brandon's mom's for Thanksgiving breakfast, which was lots of fun with yummy food :-)  That afternoon, we went to my uncle's house in Sandy, and had our Thanksgiving dinner with my family and his.  I don't know what he does to that turkey, but it is fantastic!   Friday we went to Brandon's grandma's for dinner with Brandon's extended family.  This was also filled with delicious food.  After a week filled with food and way too many desserts, today we have decided to lay back and enjoy the BYU/Utah game.    Here we have Evie in her adorable BYU cheerleader outfit.  She's all ready for the game :-)  Go Cougars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxGMncaq3oI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TiWuz6NGxF4/s1600/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxGMncaq3oI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TiWuz6NGxF4/s320/DSC01105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409259236719517314" 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/3586142634096169214-5345708773997146531?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5345708773997146531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=5345708773997146531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5345708773997146531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5345708773997146531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SxGNjEG7puI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sJcpYYEnnQQ/s72-c/DSC01097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-6318856377888669934</id><published>2009-11-15T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:37:46.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it came to pass...</title><content type='html'>Today was a lovely Sunday with an even better sacrament meeting.  We carefully chose our seats in the next to last row in the chapel, right next to the door for an easy escape, should it be necessary.  Evie had just had a nap, and we were hoping she'd still be a little groggy, that way she'd stay put and behave.  Alas, it was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of you I've complained to about a certain part of Evie's baby blessing, but Brandon blessed her, several times, that she would be social, be able to make friends and have good relationships, and everything that goes with turning strangers into the very least, acquaintances.  Now, I have nothing against Evie being able to make friends, I just am not excited about having to keep an extra close eye on her, because she might be befriending the drug lord down the street, or the sex offender around the proverbial corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Evie was anything but slow today at church, and within 5 minutes of the meeting's start, she was around the row and stealing the lady's behind us purse.  Granted, it was the funniest thing to see a 2' 5" child dragging a purse that weighs 3-4 lbs, and is at least half her size, but still, I hope this doesn't become a habit.  After searching what she could of the purse, Evie spent the remaining hour of the meeting going to each person individually along the back row, and offering her fruit snacks, or whatever else she nicked along the way, to the very nice and gracious souls who happened to be in her path.  This was made quite simple by the fact that Evie is already aware of her assets (i.e. her effectively woo-ing smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Brandon and I did not learn everything we could have this afternoon, for we spent most of it making sure that Evie wasn't getting into trouble.  And now, I'm sure I'm just seeing the beginning of a very long, and interesting string of friends that Evie will be making.  Here we go :-)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-6318856377888669934?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6318856377888669934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=6318856377888669934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6318856377888669934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6318856377888669934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-it-came-to-pass.html' title='And it came to pass...'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-3712826622500442905</id><published>2009-11-14T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:13:51.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9iCZRsF8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tYiMcq3KCc8/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9iCZRsF8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tYiMcq3KCc8/s320/DSC01047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404145871152224194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, at the end of the day, she's still my baby princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9iCMkCIII/AAAAAAAAAHk/68IOQr8Qbko/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9iCMkCIII/AAAAAAAAAHk/68IOQr8Qbko/s320/DSC01071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404145867739504770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Brandon bond over Halo and Mario Bros.  She's quite the gamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9iByWUzkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/G7HMdJTYYQ0/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9iByWUzkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/G7HMdJTYYQ0/s320/DSC01068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404145860702686786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9iBuseyWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TvS7R1bSdjg/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9iBuseyWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TvS7R1bSdjg/s320/DSC01064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404145859721873762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold!  The full, real ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g2mqeJlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6qRyPN0wYEc/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g2mqeJlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6qRyPN0wYEc/s320/DSC01063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404144569075770962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love that she always wants to have someone read to her.  Her latest favorite is "Dora and the Lost Baby Blue Bird," or something to that effect.  I think she just likes having Brandon sing her the silly songs ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g2eRYykI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C-L0kpiBIpE/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g2eRYykI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C-L0kpiBIpE/s320/DSC01062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404144566823078466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the naked pictures, but she's just so stinkin' cute in the bath tub, I had to share it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g10RF8UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5hxXaq_4Utw/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g10RF8UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5hxXaq_4Utw/s320/DSC01061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404144555547554114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g1jKGhdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0Pa1J60cOkk/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g1jKGhdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0Pa1J60cOkk/s320/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404144550954829266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie didn't really blow out her candle.  But now that she's getting better at spitting and buzzing her lips, I'm thinking we'll have to do an 18 month party in March so she can get some practice in with birthday candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g1R8SrdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1fk_I_dRCW8/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9g1R8SrdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1fk_I_dRCW8/s320/DSC01010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404144546333502930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-3712826622500442905?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3712826622500442905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=3712826622500442905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3712826622500442905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3712826622500442905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-at-end-of-day-shes-still-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/Sv9iCZRsF8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tYiMcq3KCc8/s72-c/DSC01047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-5652226279229396299</id><published>2009-11-14T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:53:43.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53f2e58c4ddfa3b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53f2e58c4ddfa3b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C374A9A9F196862DB27A1D6C2FE613A50CD7DCF.7AA9F89CB82F15E54AFB6584B1563D73A1F17DD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53f2e58c4ddfa3b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7NTeJdKXt-QwrcSv0bHIdzEQwI0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53f2e58c4ddfa3b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C374A9A9F196862DB27A1D6C2FE613A50CD7DCF.7AA9F89CB82F15E54AFB6584B1563D73A1F17DD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53f2e58c4ddfa3b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7NTeJdKXt-QwrcSv0bHIdzEQwI0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the famine of posts on our blog.  Lots has happened since July, and Evie is now 13, almost 14, months old.  We had a fun party to commemorate her birthday, and all her friend, Koree, and mine and Brandon's friends and family attended.  I decided that cupcakes would be the way to go, so that I wouldn't really have to worry about cutting the cake and making it look nice.  Evie enjoyed her cupcake, I think ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next adventure, which followed soon after her birthday, was learning to walk.  Evie's friend, Koree, was already walking at the party, so, Evie decided, since she's a whole two weeks older, that it was time to put away childish crawling, and that walking was in the very near future.  Here we have the beginning journey; Evie standing up by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e98c769f498d719d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De98c769f498d719d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D624F78A808F9E9352C01F0D7A433C44F9C1583D5.516EC44DCEE34BF0DC9218340982C220D9F540B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De98c769f498d719d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1B4Os3WBihmVOHWTHalkEhvc2mQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De98c769f498d719d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D624F78A808F9E9352C01F0D7A433C44F9C1583D5.516EC44DCEE34BF0DC9218340982C220D9F540B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De98c769f498d719d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1B4Os3WBihmVOHWTHalkEhvc2mQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that we've graduated to is baths in the big girl bath tub.  Evie is LOVING this.  My mom recently purchased a holiday rubber ducky to fully initiate Evie into the first stage of "big girl-ism."  Here Evie is enjoying her very first rubber ducky :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eeae6bf00239ee8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deeae6bf00239ee8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D162507B8DD46ECA7023BAE32E898A6C559DF3401.5A55AEFA2C0B90002CB7A0DDE287D703336BFDA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deeae6bf00239ee8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do-fyTatF9_wuGSkuiXGNNYTEq4U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deeae6bf00239ee8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D162507B8DD46ECA7023BAE32E898A6C559DF3401.5A55AEFA2C0B90002CB7A0DDE287D703336BFDA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deeae6bf00239ee8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do-fyTatF9_wuGSkuiXGNNYTEq4U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, everything is going well.  Brandon and I are both working, and I'm going to school.  Life is busy, and Evie is growing up so fast, it's hard to keep track of everything that's new with her.  She has 6 teeth now, for anybody that's wondering, and her hair is now long enough to put in a ponytail, pictures pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for us.  Thanks for reading our blog and keeping track of us; I'm trying to keep up with everybody else as well :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-5652226279229396299?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5652226279229396299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=5652226279229396299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5652226279229396299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/5652226279229396299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-for-famine-of-posts-on-our-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-8078304905484878239</id><published>2009-07-23T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:01:38.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday approaching...</title><content type='html'>Today Evie is 10 months old.  The year mark is fast approaching, and daily reminding me that I haven't accomplished anything close to what I wanted by this time, like getting back to pre-pregnant figure, and solving all the world's problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, last night we were hanging out with some friends, and one of them, Janeene, has a little girl exactly 2 weeks younger than Evie, and it was so cute to see Evie and Koree interacting and playing together.  I must say that I love this age for kids.  They were talking to each other, and keeping each other out of trouble, and getting in trouble together; it was great :-)  So, shout out to Janeene: we need to get the girls together more and get a video of them ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-8078304905484878239?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8078304905484878239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=8078304905484878239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/8078304905484878239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/8078304905484878239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-approaching.html' title='Birthday approaching...'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-6561751519206125615</id><published>2009-07-21T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:27:29.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration!</title><content type='html'>I just found this among my stash of pictures, and I had to share it.  The first 30 seconds of the movie's the fun part, but the movie runs a little long, so I don't expect you to watch the whole thing.  So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="308" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31cc6ab424b92484" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31cc6ab424b92484%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F3C5B66EDA8951388D8667C84BF4E07CDE429F.79268B1A6654BB6100B9AE3DECC1731C250F07D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31cc6ab424b92484%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlJZm1e0x2GYXTVjhAPg7J4i5u8U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="308" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31cc6ab424b92484%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F3C5B66EDA8951388D8667C84BF4E07CDE429F.79268B1A6654BB6100B9AE3DECC1731C250F07D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31cc6ab424b92484%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlJZm1e0x2GYXTVjhAPg7J4i5u8U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-6561751519206125615?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31cc6ab424b92484&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6561751519206125615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=6561751519206125615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6561751519206125615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6561751519206125615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustration.html' title='Frustration!'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-4477452408347727842</id><published>2009-07-20T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:08:41.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Capers</title><content type='html'>This last weekend was quite exciting!  We went to the new Harry Potter movie Friday night, which was technically our first date in I don't care to say how long.  The movie was satisfactory as far as movies go, but of course I was sad that they left out some of the things that they did.  Oh well, you can't have your cake and eat it too.  I think that's how the saying should be applied :-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Brandon went in to work in the morning, which was unusual, but provided some nice padding for our finances.  That afternoon he came back, and we went to celebrate the afternoon as a family, by purchasing the expansion to our new favorite game, Dominion.  Highly recommended, and now we can play with 8 players. So, if anyone is interested in a game night, we have a game that accommodates a larger number of people than most games ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also heard that afternoon that my grandpa decided to get baptized into our church, after 50+ years of associating with it :-)  This was very good news for our extended family, and has been a long time coming.  We are very proud of him, as he was baptized on Sunday.  We love you Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to visit Brandon's mother and siblings, and it was fun to watch Evie learn more about her new little cousin, Alex Rose, who was born almost a month ago.  It's amazing to think that Evie was ever that small, or that non-vocal.  Crazy how the time flies, isn't it?  Speaking of time flying, Evie will turn 10 months old this week, which also makes me feel aged.  And life goes on :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-4477452408347727842?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4477452408347727842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=4477452408347727842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4477452408347727842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4477452408347727842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-last-weekend-was-quite-exciting-we.html' title='Weekend Capers'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-3390430281181602369</id><published>2009-07-18T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:34:31.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH3q2wLFhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7tOaR5pFL5g/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH3q2wLFhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7tOaR5pFL5g/s320/DSC00844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359837347171735058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second cliff we repelled from, and here in the middle, the side of the cliff dipped in, so you just had to lower yourself down the rope without walking down the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH3q1Zm3gI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oSuxJRdIQRg/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH3q1Zm3gI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oSuxJRdIQRg/s320/DSC00840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359837346808651266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evie wanted to play with the squirrel real bad :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH3qutx5rI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EnzqYXRx-hU/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH3qutx5rI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EnzqYXRx-hU/s320/DSC00839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359837345014212274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squirrel who was brave enough to come visit and ask for our food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH3qWNBAfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AmfoeUxxBT0/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH3qWNBAfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AmfoeUxxBT0/s320/DSC00832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359837338434339314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH2186Qj2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/VayMSzdpWR8/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH2186Qj2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/VayMSzdpWR8/s320/DSC00833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359836438291582818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's brother, John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH21jwR1JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yAMe8e0PjcY/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH21jwR1JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yAMe8e0PjcY/s320/DSC00827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359836431538836626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH21cPP6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gmjlvcK4JGo/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH21cPP6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gmjlvcK4JGo/s320/DSC00826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359836429521250706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH21M99-tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KtDe5rSda-c/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH21M99-tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KtDe5rSda-c/s320/DSC00825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359836425422240466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH202vJEVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B3ZD0azPgQo/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH202vJEVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B3ZD0azPgQo/s320/DSC00823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359836419454472530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danyka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1zOYHCcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NYpBCDGHwz8/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1zOYHCcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NYpBCDGHwz8/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359835291928955330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1ylAR4VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UAbhHTRx5G4/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1ylAR4VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UAbhHTRx5G4/s320/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359835280823148882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon coming down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1yOMtTaI/AAAAAAAAADs/z6WO8e0KNjU/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1yOMtTaI/AAAAAAAAADs/z6WO8e0KNjU/s320/DSC00819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359835274701262242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1x5NvfzI/AAAAAAAAADk/3qi5-QrN1Kc/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1x5NvfzI/AAAAAAAAADk/3qi5-QrN1Kc/s320/DSC00818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359835269068455730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1xpGHHjI/AAAAAAAAADc/u9jIwW5NcG8/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1xpGHHjI/AAAAAAAAADc/u9jIwW5NcG8/s320/DSC00817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359835264741482034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1BTA_2rI/AAAAAAAAADU/CpW5smYi6js/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1BTA_2rI/AAAAAAAAADU/CpW5smYi6js/s320/DSC00815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359834434180733618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom did pretty good with the repelling. She and I were both done after a couple of times down, though :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1BDVT60I/AAAAAAAAADM/OOYGaKp_q4g/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1BDVT60I/AAAAAAAAADM/OOYGaKp_q4g/s320/DSC00809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359834429970967362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me coming down the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1AkXkNTI/AAAAAAAAADE/O6nZ6gbp-u0/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1AkXkNTI/AAAAAAAAADE/O6nZ6gbp-u0/s320/DSC00806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359834421658924338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few pictures of Brandon and I together lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1Ag5RDmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6cKvujgR_Qo/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1Ag5RDmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6cKvujgR_Qo/s320/DSC00805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359834420726533730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Evie.  We take it when we can get it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1AdDP4LI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QZm50Ri9VhM/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH1AdDP4LI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QZm50Ri9VhM/s320/DSC00804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359834419694657714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon and Evie excited to be out and doing something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-3390430281181602369?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3390430281181602369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=3390430281181602369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3390430281181602369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3390430281181602369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/repelling.html' title='Repelling'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmH3q2wLFhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7tOaR5pFL5g/s72-c/DSC00844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-8601281666090428834</id><published>2009-07-17T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:22:55.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Pools and Finger Foods</title><content type='html'>For the summer, my parents bought my siblings and Brandon and me season passes to Seven Peaks, so we've been taking Evie, and it's been so fun to see her become acquainted with the water.  It usually takes her a while to feel ok sitting in the water, but after a little bit, she's splashing like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also been introducing finger foods to Evie, which she's a big fan of.  It's so cute to watch her try to pick everything up.  And it's not just with her forefinger and thumb, but she gets all the fingers involved.  It's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, within the last couple of days, Evie's decided to combine these two things that she now loves.  She's found our dog's, Buddy's, food and water bowl and just loves to splash in the water and pick up his dog food.  So, now when she's not getting into everything else, we've got to make sure that she's not headed for the dog food.  This is what we get for encouraging curiosity :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-8601281666090428834?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8601281666090428834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=8601281666090428834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/8601281666090428834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/8601281666090428834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming-pools-and-finger-foods.html' title='Swimming Pools and Finger Foods'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-364053821749158498</id><published>2009-07-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:23:04.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"One more?" "No, not now.  Maybe come back in a couple of years...or never."</title><content type='html'>Lately we've been dealing with the glory of teething with Evie, and last night was especially fun.  My poor little girl was having such a hard time falling asleep because she's stubborn, has way too much energy, and obviously the infant Tylenol and teething tablets weren't working.  Our little family didn't get to bed until 2:00 a.m. and Evie still woke up a couple times after that.  I haven't been up this much with Evie since she stopped nursing 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this post is a commendation to all you parents who decided to have more than one.  Props to you.  Now question: how conscious were you when you and your spouse decided to have that extra one, two, three, or how ever many bundles of joy, to do everything all over again?  Or did God come into the equation and say, "No, trust me.  You'll thank me for this in 20 years."  Just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-364053821749158498?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/364053821749158498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=364053821749158498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/364053821749158498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/364053821749158498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more-no-not-now-maybe-come-back-in.html' title='&quot;One more?&quot; &quot;No, not now.  Maybe come back in a couple of years...or never.&quot;'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-726588484319316930</id><published>2009-07-12T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:01:17.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SlpcPLsWfpI/AAAAAAAAACc/w5Biq2FcUFo/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SlpcPLsWfpI/AAAAAAAAACc/w5Biq2FcUFo/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357696122617233042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week has been semi-eventful.  My dad has been up from AZ for the past couple of weeks, which has been nice, and a great help to my mom.  We had a family reunion with my dad's family, which was a lot of fun.  It's always nice to get together with family you don't get to see very often.  I'm still waiting on the compilation of pictures, but I'll put them up as soon as I get them ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's cousin James and his wife Stephanie are expecting an adorable little boy, Chase, come October, and Stephanie has been rolling in the baby showers before their little family treks back east to Pittsburgh for law school.  I was the lucky one asked to attend both of her showers, and they were very well put together with lots of good food, not to mention bringing in a nice haul :-)  But we'll miss them lots when they leave next month, as they've been our number one couple to hang out with.  We'll be holding auditions for our next best friend couple soon ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Brandon and his cousins had a Halo Night with a bunch of other guys, ergo the wives had girls night.  My cousins, for all intents and purposes, Keith and Tyson, got to participate for their first time in Halo Night, and their wives, my real cousins, Stacia and Julie, hung out with me and the other wives.  I really enjoy the girls nights we have, just because I don't have them too often anymore, so it was a lot of fun to kick back and let everyone else play with Evie for a little bit ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie has started communicating a bit more clearly recently.  Her favorite words so far are "up," "what," "dada," and "bob."  I'm assuming that "bob" is just easier for her to say right now than "mom" but due to some clever deducing on Brandon's part, we figured out that I am "bob."  Lucky me. (So that's Evie and "Bob" in the picture.) Other than that, things have been about the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-726588484319316930?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/726588484319316930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=726588484319316930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/726588484319316930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/726588484319316930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-showers.html' title='Baby Showers'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SlpcPLsWfpI/AAAAAAAAACc/w5Biq2FcUFo/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-3288592375674733139</id><published>2009-07-06T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:59:38.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SlKYDniu6nI/AAAAAAAAABM/NXCMIGBt5ic/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SlKYDniu6nI/AAAAAAAAABM/NXCMIGBt5ic/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355510094818634354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I haven't blogged in about a year, I figured I should probably do an update.  Since last July, we had precious baby Evie, who showed up 8 days early on September 23, 2008.  We have also relocated twice now, and are living with my parents in the same house I graduated from high school in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Brandon and I are both working part time jobs, mine in the morning, and Brandon at night.  We've been riding the work train for a while, and trying to figure out what Brandon wants to be when he grows up.  No luck yet.  Hopefully, if the muse descends, Brandon will be able to get back into school in the fall, and his schedule permitting, I might take a few more classes too, seeing as how I have a scholarship still waiting on me, along with just 38 credits left for a Bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Evie is now 9 months old, and too mobile for her own good.  It's quite the chore keeping up with her, but she's gotten to the age where she is just a peach to be around, aside from the grumpy days of teething.  She's very responsive and a lot of fun to watch.  I look forward to many days of playing and interacting together as we learn more about each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-3288592375674733139?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3288592375674733139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=3288592375674733139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3288592375674733139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3288592375674733139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-since-i-havent-blogged-in-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SlKYDniu6nI/AAAAAAAAABM/NXCMIGBt5ic/s72-c/IMG_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-1967114497655213840</id><published>2008-07-25T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:04:56.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reception Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w331.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w331.photobucket.com/albums/l467/brookelein/8ed38a37.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i331.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=114" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s331.photobucket.com/albums/l467/brookelein/?action=view&amp;current=8ed38a37.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-1967114497655213840?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1967114497655213840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=1967114497655213840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1967114497655213840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/1967114497655213840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/reception-pics.html' title='Reception Pics'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-6349562351644851718</id><published>2008-07-25T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:03:30.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w331.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w331.photobucket.com/albums/l467/brookelein/a3cd62c3.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i331.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=112" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s331.photobucket.com/albums/l467/brookelein/?action=view&amp;current=a3cd62c3.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-6349562351644851718?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6349562351644851718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=6349562351644851718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6349562351644851718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/6349562351644851718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-pics-2.html' title='Wedding Pics 2'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-4126797118664551027</id><published>2008-07-25T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:02:13.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w331.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w331.photobucket.com/albums/l467/brookelein/1e4e357e.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i331.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=112" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s331.photobucket.com/albums/l467/brookelein/?action=view&amp;current=1e4e357e.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-4126797118664551027?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4126797118664551027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=4126797118664551027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4126797118664551027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/4126797118664551027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-pics-1.html' title='Wedding Pics 1'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-3771599257165991180</id><published>2008-07-25T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:00:43.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w331.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w331.photobucket.com/albums/l467/brookelein/2a94ee1a.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i331.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=114" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s331.photobucket.com/albums/l467/brookelein/?action=view&amp;current=2a94ee1a.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586142634096169214-3771599257165991180?l=bbpalmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3771599257165991180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586142634096169214&amp;postID=3771599257165991180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3771599257165991180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586142634096169214/posts/default/3771599257165991180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpalmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/bridals.html' title='Bridals'/><author><name>Brandon and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287550340873447655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hKvpbMrrIY/SmagS0wJulI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x8XEbJhQCc/S220/DSC00806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586142634096169214.post-8409142179735701732</id><published>2008-07-23T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:57:11.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 480px; 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Feel free to make comments and suggestions on how to improve it. 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