<?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-197428041333313474</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:44:54.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brown 6 Pak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-6264309130296666744</id><published>2008-10-31T16:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:10:39.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Nope, Spencer is not Dorothy for Halloween. He dressed up as his other passion in life - Thomas the Train. Madison is Sleeping Beauty, Skyler a Ninja and Megan just wanted to be something scary. She definitely succeeded. The kids came home with a load of candy. (I've been having sleepless nights worrying about all the candy "bugs" eating away at their teeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270153681112682050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNY2bpwTkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/C0dP4AQn8WM/s320/fall+%2708+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-6264309130296666744?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/6264309130296666744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=6264309130296666744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/6264309130296666744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/6264309130296666744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNY2bpwTkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/C0dP4AQn8WM/s72-c/fall+%2708+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-697879425220864289</id><published>2008-10-01T16:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:54:55.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cute little Dorothy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNVrvH9bsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RZ2chtY4-os/s1600-h/fall+%2708+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270150198826200770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNVrvH9bsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RZ2chtY4-os/s320/fall+%2708+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer has discovered the movie "The Wizard of Oz". He loves musicals or at least any movie that has singing and dancing in it (the Wiggles is another one of his favorite). He has now pretty much memorized a part of every song sung in the movie. His favorite character of course is Dorothy. Getting ready for Halloween I discovered a Dorothy dress that my sister had given Madison a couple of years ago. Well, Spencer got sight of this dress and that was it. For the next couple of weeks he insisted on wearing the dress every day. I finally had to make the excuse that I am washing the dress and because it is dirty he is not able to wear it. I felt a need to break the cycle of Dorothy. It seems to be working as he is now imitating Scarecrow's dance moves and sings with him as he and Dorothy goes off to find the Wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bacc05fb0762d7f6" 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://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbacc05fb0762d7f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331747952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54DC0E93B102EA27000BD7730A7110DFC4BBAA34.24DE79D73913F56318020D568718F7F348A14E26%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbacc05fb0762d7f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Gva5FQtazkZCZWFH6C0G-b2X_k&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://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbacc05fb0762d7f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331747952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54DC0E93B102EA27000BD7730A7110DFC4BBAA34.24DE79D73913F56318020D568718F7F348A14E26%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbacc05fb0762d7f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Gva5FQtazkZCZWFH6C0G-b2X_k&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/197428041333313474-697879425220864289?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bacc05fb0762d7f6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/697879425220864289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=697879425220864289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/697879425220864289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/697879425220864289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-cute-little-dorothy.html' title='My cute little Dorothy'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNVrvH9bsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RZ2chtY4-os/s72-c/fall+%2708+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-1428000158655580863</id><published>2008-08-25T16:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:28:10.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNPZeIpBeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/kqGJ3IIbeso/s1600-h/fall+%2708+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270143287958242786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNPZeIpBeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/kqGJ3IIbeso/s400/fall+%2708+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer is one lucky guy. He has two little neighbor boys his age eager to play with him on a daily basis - Sam and Jameson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-1428000158655580863?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/1428000158655580863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=1428000158655580863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/1428000158655580863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/1428000158655580863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/08/neighborhood-buddies.html' title='Neighborhood buddies'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNPZeIpBeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/kqGJ3IIbeso/s72-c/fall+%2708+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-5775237138177481666</id><published>2008-08-18T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:10:25.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray! Hooray! for the new school year.</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm one of those moms who look forward to when summer break finally ends and the kids go back to school. Here they are ready for their first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270135635365794802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNIcCAbE_I/AAAAAAAAAco/X7rAJulxaF4/s320/fall+%2708+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-5775237138177481666?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/5775237138177481666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=5775237138177481666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/5775237138177481666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/5775237138177481666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/08/hooray-hooray-for-new-school-year.html' title='Hooray! Hooray! for the new school year.'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSNIcCAbE_I/AAAAAAAAAco/X7rAJulxaF4/s72-c/fall+%2708+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-3373305426483749472</id><published>2008-08-01T12:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:36:21.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer girl - Meg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMsJ0GajLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/o-eyiZJsiWk/s1600-h/fall+%2708+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270104536069606578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMsJ0GajLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/o-eyiZJsiWk/s320/fall+%2708+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan has shown a tremendous amount of interest and love for the game of soccer. This year we decided to pursue soccer with a little more intensity. Instead of signing her up for the Legacy Center soccer program, we had her try out for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt; Strikers League. She was fortune enough to be chosen to play on one of three U10 teams. As a coach's assistant I was able to experience the difference in league coaching versus community - what a difference! Being involved in a more competitive level also brought on some new challenges. Megan and I experienced several moments of frustration with each other. I discovered that I'm very competitive and get way too emotionally involved. Megan discovered that she has a mom with a powerful voice. I got drawn into the practises and games and found myself "yelling" with enthusiasm. Megan thought I was yelling at her not realizing that I was only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raising&lt;/span&gt; my voice as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intensity&lt;/span&gt; grew within the game. I would call it an "enthusiastic emotional display of encouragement" . Needless to say we talked it over and for now the issue is resolved. Megan is an amazing girl and has accomplished so much. Myself, I have a lot to learn and to correct. Way to go Meg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMq5KZcqoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/g6GTtQOHeiU/s1600-h/100_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270103150485613186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMq5KZcqoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/g6GTtQOHeiU/s320/100_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMq5IAArmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nhLtf1FoEio/s1600-h/100_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270103149842050658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMq5IAArmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nhLtf1FoEio/s320/100_0778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMqlVz4MQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/rhKT9-oA-Z4/s1600-h/100_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270102809951875330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMqlVz4MQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/rhKT9-oA-Z4/s320/100_0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMroCuLzOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/dpW2K2-P2K4/s1600-h/100_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-3373305426483749472?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/3373305426483749472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=3373305426483749472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/3373305426483749472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/3373305426483749472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/08/soccer-girl-meg.html' title='Soccer girl - Meg'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SSMsJ0GajLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/o-eyiZJsiWk/s72-c/fall+%2708+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-499971329434352470</id><published>2008-07-31T07:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:47:52.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer fun continued...!</title><content type='html'>July was a continuations of some fun activities with friends and family. We went to temple square via tracks, which is always a highlight for my kids. I finally got to see the new Joseph Smith movie and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284548604586322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW0FfHKaVI/AAAAAAAAATI/fHLG5IrG3As/s320/07-08+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are spending a Saturday at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jordanelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My sister Lidia loves to go on outings and goes all out. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wave runners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and canoes and everyone had a blast. Natalie and her kids were there too. The cousins really enjoy each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW0KM1CnYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6ZvUUs1G6vI/s1600-h/07-05-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284629596085634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW0KM1CnYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6ZvUUs1G6vI/s320/07-05-08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW0KR3NAvI/AAAAAAAAATY/fOYUO2MEuTc/s1600-h/07-05-08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284630947332850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW0KR3NAvI/AAAAAAAAATY/fOYUO2MEuTc/s320/07-05-08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW0K9eEzAI/AAAAAAAAATg/au9NuhZTUw0/s1600-h/07-05-08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284642653096962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW0K9eEzAI/AAAAAAAAATg/au9NuhZTUw0/s320/07-05-08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month we also had two birthdays. First Jon on the 21st. What a picture! If he could be goofy like this all the time he would. He is a great husband and father and I love him dearly. Some of the things I adore about him is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;His dedication to our family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He works hard to provide for us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is ALWAYS looking out for my well being and happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves me unconditionally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He puts up with my nagging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He genuinely cares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JON!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248658314394909202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SNb67ajouhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1DzL4lDd2xc/s320/07-05-08+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Spencer had a birthday on July 26. He turned two. What a cute boy he is. He is into trains and the Wiggles so I attempted to make him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cake. Needless to say there were some complications but he loved it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPENCER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248660498328321554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SNb86iV7_hI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gGlS0xXdSEI/s320/07-05-08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went camping with our friends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Toeele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We try to do this every year and it has therefore become a tradition. I am not a big camper (two nights is about the max that I will sleep in a tent) but I try to tolerate the no running water and smelly camp toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230285568501191826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW1A2hdlJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/IpZjxO9zks4/s320/07-05-08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230285575847337154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW1BR463MI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Gy_eOErwL_w/s320/07-05-08+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230285583511200770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW1BucIJAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BsqOpx4WTmY/s320/07-05-08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230285590260454498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW1CHlRlGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V2waUfAalkE/s320/07-05-08+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-499971329434352470?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/499971329434352470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=499971329434352470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/499971329434352470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/499971329434352470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun-continued.html' title='Summer fun continued...!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SJW0FfHKaVI/AAAAAAAAATI/fHLG5IrG3As/s72-c/07-08+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-6185692607176139328</id><published>2008-06-29T09:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:47:58.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun!</title><content type='html'>Summer is finally here and has allowed some wonderful fun filled days in the sun. One of the highlights of summer is spending as much time as possible at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YVyydlLI/AAAAAAAAASI/8wN0HIGBq0U/s1600-h/P6190007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219206149602907314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YVyydlLI/AAAAAAAAASI/8wN0HIGBq0U/s320/P6190007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YV-I9vdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ue2q1w0jyoA/s1600-h/P6190009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219206152650079698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YV-I9vdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ue2q1w0jyoA/s320/P6190009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219208109892969378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5aH5cCI6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4mSma85c2os/s320/P6190014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YWCvGGuI/AAAAAAAAASY/ufempus29J0/s1600-h/P6190012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219206153883753186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YWCvGGuI/AAAAAAAAASY/ufempus29J0/s320/P6190012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219208104763176738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5aHmU_tyI/AAAAAAAAASw/iOpFwkEGjEM/s320/P6190013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YWDqqIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/dqV3TVRTst4/s1600-h/P6190021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219206154133578530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YWDqqIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/dqV3TVRTst4/s320/P6190021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YWWwC_YI/AAAAAAAAASo/DOitZr7PCF8/s1600-h/P6190015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219206159256452482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YWWwC_YI/AAAAAAAAASo/DOitZr7PCF8/s320/P6190015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer also invites some fun activities with the church. Activity Days Day Camp was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5W43M2jkI/AAAAAAAAASA/SHTph46aUmU/s1600-h/blog+06-08+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219204553059503682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5W43M2jkI/AAAAAAAAASA/SHTph46aUmU/s320/blog+06-08+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5WITYdhhI/AAAAAAAAARI/hJGcCOkpJbw/s1600-h/CIMG1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219203718810797586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5WITYdhhI/AAAAAAAAARI/hJGcCOkpJbw/s320/CIMG1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5WJ00lBpI/AAAAAAAAARY/Fl7jBAKUFhA/s1600-h/CIMG1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219203744966968978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5WJ00lBpI/AAAAAAAAARY/Fl7jBAKUFhA/s320/CIMG1847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219204550556946754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5W4t4MkUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/5NQYdy8H7iU/s320/CIMG1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219204540742381778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5W4JUOMNI/AAAAAAAAARw/iJpv1kmGhOU/s320/CIMG1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219203748312130594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5WKBSIJCI/AAAAAAAAARg/lFgUbzB9XHw/s320/CIMG1860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget that summer means a bunch of lazy-do-nothing days and days shared with good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5T02MLFeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uxcSn2VMJS0/s1600-h/blog+06-08+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219201185533859298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5T02MLFeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uxcSn2VMJS0/s320/blog+06-08+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5T1cb1x2I/AAAAAAAAARA/l6WjOwN6_q8/s1600-h/blog+06-08+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219201195800119138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5T1cb1x2I/AAAAAAAAARA/l6WjOwN6_q8/s320/blog+06-08+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sporting events have also been a part of our summer days. We've had baseball, soccer practices and swimming lessons so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5TFKY8xoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/c4y6qSJT9Ao/s1600-h/blog+06-08+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219200366322435714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5TFKY8xoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/c4y6qSJT9Ao/s320/blog+06-08+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5TFU1hY0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/NDrmjnQ8Wko/s1600-h/blog+06-08+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219200369126630210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5TFU1hY0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/NDrmjnQ8Wko/s320/blog+06-08+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zoo has been another one of our favorites this summer. You can never get enough of animals. Ours seemed to be the giraffes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5R7ob8trI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Kre29M6vTkk/s1600-h/blog+06-08+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219199103077758642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5R7ob8trI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Kre29M6vTkk/s320/blog+06-08+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5R78PRH6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kmDr-JiHyCM/s1600-h/100_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219199108393279394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5R78PRH6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kmDr-JiHyCM/s320/100_0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219199112076969058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5R8J9hxGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/gNYBh5PEwuM/s320/blog+06-08+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219199115095463362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5R8VNMVcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cWEs0a_224c/s320/100_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberty Park is one of our favorite parks and we try to go there every year to feed the geese and ducks and of course to ride on the rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219192412635800210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5L2MmSIpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8oCvLCL3So8/s320/blog+06-08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219192414512255794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5L2TlqkzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nHMLsCQf6x8/s320/blog+06-08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219195828317648850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5O9BAS99I/AAAAAAAAAP4/YjHcP2hVUxM/s320/blog+06-08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5L2g1U53I/AAAAAAAAAPY/XcCSpnOoPHI/s1600-h/blog+06-08+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219192418067605362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5L2g1U53I/AAAAAAAAAPY/XcCSpnOoPHI/s320/blog+06-08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219192430259511794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5L3OQGofI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2HfLIYLVoPk/s320/blog+06-08+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219195815982424242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5O8TDWYLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YJIFHJKZnmY/s320/blog+06-08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219195835271931858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5O9a6U59I/AAAAAAAAAQA/f_9gQpd7dec/s320/blog+06-08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-6185692607176139328?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/6185692607176139328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=6185692607176139328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/6185692607176139328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/6185692607176139328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SG5YVyydlLI/AAAAAAAAASI/8wN0HIGBq0U/s72-c/P6190007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-7780146436305680876</id><published>2008-06-05T16:02:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:00.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin' it Real Tag</title><content type='html'>I haven't had much to blog about so this tag is welcomed in the way of helping me post something. My instructions are to take pictures of the things listed below, but no straightening, primping or prepping. I have to leave everything just as they look and take pictures. Here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;: It is a good thing I went shopping yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208873400270536642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmiwn8bP8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/D37YT5AVeyI/s320/blog+06-08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My closet: It is what it is. Definitely not my dream walk-in closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208873421027572562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmix1RSe1I/AAAAAAAAANA/nI9LJqqjJig/s320/blog+06-08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The kitchen sink: Hooray for a clean sink! I do like a clean sink. When it is clean it feels like my whole house is clean. Kind of weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208888953490871890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmw58NHllI/AAAAAAAAAOo/g8Ck-yxd5RY/s320/blog+06-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Laundry pile: Okay this is kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. There always seems to be a never ending pile of clothes somewhere. Either I am washing or I am folding laundry on a daily basis. I could definitely do without this responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208873431367744738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmiybyk_OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5D5gE9dCjec/s320/blog+06-08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmjjW502-I/AAAAAAAAANg/jMN1j6v4sn4/s1600-h/blog+06-08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208874271869557730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmjjW502-I/AAAAAAAAANg/jMN1j6v4sn4/s320/blog+06-08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The toilet: I was very nervous about this one. Thank goodness the seat was down. It's a good thing because I think the toilet bowl needs a scrubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmjjt5lzbI/AAAAAAAAANo/Zcyi1PQiRfg/s1600-h/blog+06-08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208874278042586546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmjjt5lzbI/AAAAAAAAANo/Zcyi1PQiRfg/s320/blog+06-08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6. My favorite room: I picked Megan's room as it is the only room that is somewhat completely done to my liking. I have so much I want to do to all the other rooms. My problem is I lack talent, finances and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208891975354072082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmzp1hcvBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Y1ZUYvXVn8/s320/blog+06-08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite shoes: There is definitely only one pair of shoes - my slippers. If I could where them to the store I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208891992155380898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmzq0HMXKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xGgUW8ZcsKo/s320/blog+06-08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are the kids doing right now: Megan is at her activity day and Skyler is playing at a friends house. Spencer was taking a nap until I took this picture. He is such a light sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208893849541889922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEm1W7apT4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/R47WIevfJts/s320/blog+06-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Madison is playing with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208875836609583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmk-cA62iI/AAAAAAAAAOI/y7u_2Dm_gCI/s320/blog+06-08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Self portrait: There was technical difficulties with the download of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where I want to go: Back to Cancun. Or any kind of warm water beach. Oh how I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208885421238445746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmtsVig5rI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ClHIpdBSKWU/s320/Cancun+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-7780146436305680876?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/7780146436305680876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=7780146436305680876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7780146436305680876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7780146436305680876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/06/keepin-it-real-tag.html' title='Keepin&apos; it Real Tag'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SEmiwn8bP8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/D37YT5AVeyI/s72-c/blog+06-08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-8425789618681418891</id><published>2008-05-19T08:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:33:59.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to soothe my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscience&lt;/span&gt; by writing about an unfortunate event that has left me with endless guilt. As some of you know a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; bug hit our home last week. Spencer was the first to get it then Madison (who's illness took a turn in a different direction) and finally Jon (I'm still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; that Megan and Skyler did not get it). I carpool with two other moms for school and this morning I received a phone call from both saying that their kids were sick. I feel awful! I had tried to not carpool with my sick kids and called on both moms to help out. Jon also took off time from work to pick up kids, but it seems it was not enough. I feel so bad and know that if the tables were turned I too would not be to happy. My deepest apologies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-8425789618681418891?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/8425789618681418891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=8425789618681418891' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/8425789618681418891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/8425789618681418891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-to-soothe-my-conscience-by.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-7975188420925478445</id><published>2008-05-07T09:28:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:00.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a mess!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCSULZHkJII/AAAAAAAAAMY/GdP9ZcMobCs/s1600-h/05-08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198442793334482050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCSULZHkJII/AAAAAAAAAMY/GdP9ZcMobCs/s200/05-08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received a phone call from a fellow &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCHWMMuI6hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nNP_0GkyZOE/s1600-h/05-08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCHWMcuI6iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7xCinnlQpRg/s1600-h/05-08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blogger who called to let me know that if I could see her house right now, I would believe her when she says that her house isn't always picked up. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; thing is that right before this person called (anonymity is crucial, I do not want to taint her "perfect" image) I was thinking about what a mess my house was. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always find it a challenge when my kids feel it necessary to pull out every owned toy when friends come to play. Keeping track of where these toys are being dragged to and left behind is tiring. Or perhaps the most tiri&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCSULpHkJJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/afQdPTlQLAo/s1600-h/05-08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198442797629449362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCSULpHkJJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/afQdPTlQLAo/s200/05-08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng thing is my almost two year old Spencer who thinks that any&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt; un&lt;/span&gt;-dumped bucket of toys needs to be dumped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping a tidy house is something I never thought I would struggle with. When I was first married my house was picture perfect. When baby #1 came the only challenge I encountered was making sure the diapers were picked up and put away. Baby #2 added some additional challenge but only that of keeping track of more diapers and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; toy left lying around. With baby #3 I felt my grip loosen with the upkeep of my &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCSUK5HkJHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4dabGotb3sQ/s1600-h/05-08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198442784744547442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCSUK5HkJHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4dabGotb3sQ/s200/05-08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;house. There always seemed to be a mountain of laundry to be done, dishes from the night before to be cleaned, toys that needed to be put away and of course the dreaded bathrooms that needed disinfecting. I was feeling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; overwhelmed. My only solution was to shift my cleaning routine from day to night after the kids had gone to bed. Not my ideal but definitely workable. But wait, having baby #4 sad to say, has left me with no hope of ever enjoying a clean house for more than ten minutes. This is true, there seems no end to dishes, laundry, toys and unwanted messes. My only saving grace has been a new attitude of "oh well"! When a bucket of toys get dumped, food gets dropped or clothes are left on the floor I am capable of stepping over it and ignoring it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I frequently ask myself: "what happened?" Until recent I was making excuses, but when I read a fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogger's&lt;/span&gt; comments with regards to these same frustrations, I realized that my focus had shifted. She said: "... things I accomplish in any given 24-hour period are usually the evidence of what I considered most important that day". Thank you, thank you. For now I will put away my quilt and shame for not always having a clean house and use the time spent worrying about my house, enjoying my children and husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-7975188420925478445?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/7975188420925478445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=7975188420925478445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7975188420925478445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7975188420925478445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-mess.html' title='What a mess!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCSULZHkJII/AAAAAAAAAMY/GdP9ZcMobCs/s72-c/05-08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-2363096219858771365</id><published>2008-05-03T08:52:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:01.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights and .... Action!</title><content type='html'>Megan had a wonderful opportunity to participate in her school play " Seussical Jr" this year. Her self confidence in her performing ability grew and she gained new friends. She had a blast! Here are a few pictures of her new found love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197654027852638690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCHGzMuI6eI/AAAAAAAAALo/eGbnjbes9Ls/s200/05-08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197652593333561778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCHFfsuI6bI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Nsc9xd4vuZw/s200/05-08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197652601923496386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCHFgMuI6cI/AAAAAAAAALY/8WAoLU1_ZEk/s200/05-08+007.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-2363096219858771365?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/2363096219858771365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=2363096219858771365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/2363096219858771365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/2363096219858771365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/05/lights-and-action.html' title='Lights and .... Action!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SCHGzMuI6eI/AAAAAAAAALo/eGbnjbes9Ls/s72-c/05-08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-5162738401568926439</id><published>2008-04-13T18:02:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:01.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SAK3V_UhjMI/AAAAAAAAALA/rweBOVB8Drs/s1600-h/Sunday+04-08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911309086887106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SAK3V_UhjMI/AAAAAAAAALA/rweBOVB8Drs/s320/Sunday+04-08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in church Spencer sat on my lap while sacrament was being passed. Like every other Sunday we give him the opportunity to partake of the bread and water, with a little help of course. Well this time he was eating some Cheerios as we waited for the water. (Church was full because of baby blessings, and we had to wait a little longer for a new filled tray). While helping Madison get a cup, Spencer grabbed one and began drinking. Everything was fine until he started to take the cup out of his mouth. From his mouth and into his cup came munched-up cheerios mix&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SAK3hPUhjNI/AAAAAAAAALI/JjPZgfCm7Us/s1600-h/Sunday+04-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911502360415442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SAK3hPUhjNI/AAAAAAAAALI/JjPZgfCm7Us/s320/Sunday+04-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed with water, and then, in his attempt to replace the cup he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; dumped the contents all over the tray. Yep, there were cheerios and backwash floating everywhere. It even fell into some of the filled cups. My intention was to quickly remove all the gross water but before I could do that Megan had passed the tray on to the next person. The deed was done, nothing I could do about it, and ever so embarrassing. So a little advice for those of you who find yourself sitting next to a family with little children during sacrament: check your water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-5162738401568926439?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/5162738401568926439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=5162738401568926439' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/5162738401568926439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/5162738401568926439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-another-sunday.html' title='Just another Sunday'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/SAK3V_UhjMI/AAAAAAAAALA/rweBOVB8Drs/s72-c/Sunday+04-08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-6302588762810370733</id><published>2008-04-09T14:31:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:02.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When a girl likes a boy</title><content type='html'>I've been contemplating as to whether I should blog about my daughter's new interest or not. I could not resist because this is definitely a new phase in her life and one that I never thought would come around.&lt;br /&gt;Next door to us lives a family who have four boys. Two of those boys are always at our house wanting to play with Skyler. One of them is a year older than Megan and even though he and his brother enjoy playing with Skyler I have noticed a change in playing arrangement&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0vQRXPxaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wEuQWhO-xeU/s1600-h/Friends+03-08+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187354302385997218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0vQRXPxaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wEuQWhO-xeU/s320/Friends+03-08+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s. Since there aren't any other boys in the immediate vicinity his age and not very many other nine year old girls, the two of them have taken to playing with each other. (I will say that they are always in a group with other boys, Megan being the only girl). I watch them interact and have to smile at all the innocent gestures, for instance: when the group are picking teams to play a game they always pick each other; they like to chase each other when a game of tag is being played; and oh the goofiness that my daughter oozes when he is around is just incredible. Oh, and the other day I noticed Megan coming in to brush her hair before going out to play, what! she usually never cares about what her hair looks like. So there you have it, girls don't always think boys have cooties and visa versa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-6302588762810370733?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/6302588762810370733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=6302588762810370733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/6302588762810370733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/6302588762810370733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-girl-likes-boy.html' title='When a girl likes a boy'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0vQRXPxaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wEuQWhO-xeU/s72-c/Friends+03-08+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-1077702837092800811</id><published>2008-04-01T10:51:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:02.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Skyler!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0ggxXPxSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kYK9fgpSSlM/s1600-h/Skyler+birthday+-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187338093179421986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0ggxXPxSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kYK9fgpSSlM/s320/Skyler+birthday+-08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Skyler turned 7 today. We are so excited and happy for him. He has anxciously been waiting for this day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was born on a Saturday afternoon during General Conference. I was induced on the 1st for two reasons: 1. my doctor was leaving for a trip and would not be here for his due date (April 5th), and 2. Jon thought it would be sooo... cool to have a child with an April fools birthday. (Men and their ideas of what is cool... the poor kid will forever dread his birthday in fear of what trick might be played on him). Skyler was born at 4:26pm and weighed 7'11oz , he was my smallest baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that he wasn't my "my prettiest" baby. I know that sounds mean but he was born with very little hair, and the little he had was extremely fair. He had no eyebrows (that's because you couldn't see them) and his skin was white. We called him our "ghost baby". The years have blessed him with some cute freckles on his nose and the most amazing blue eyes. He is such a handsome boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skyler's personality is one of tenderness a&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0hRxXPxUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MSqWVQVWpUE/s1600-h/Skyler+birthday+-08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187338934993012034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0hRxXPxUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MSqWVQVWpUE/s320/Skyler+birthday+-08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd stubbornness. He is loveable, perhaps lacking a little towards his sisters (yuck, we don't like girls at this age). He is the other man in my life. He is smart, a good friend and loves to have fun. There is nothing more in life he enjoys than playing with his friends. This kid can play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so grateful for him in our lifes. He is a blessing to us and we love him dearly. Happy Birthday big boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-1077702837092800811?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/1077702837092800811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=1077702837092800811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/1077702837092800811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/1077702837092800811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-skyler.html' title='Happy Birthday Skyler!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0ggxXPxSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kYK9fgpSSlM/s72-c/Skyler+birthday+-08+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-7133092009057714877</id><published>2008-04-01T10:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:00:00.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Things Tag</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been tagged. So if you are reading this blog check to see if I tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jobs I've Had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seamstress at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; laundry while going to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assistant clothing designer for Sage Design&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Customer service at 1-800-Contacts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Waitress&lt;/span&gt; at the Marquee and currently at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McCrath's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fish house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 TV Shows I Watch:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Idol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Law and Order&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men in Trees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extreme Make Over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Places I've Been:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;South Africa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Australia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cancun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 People Who Email Me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good friend from South Africa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother-in-law (only when she can't get a hold of me via phone)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lakeview&lt;/span&gt; Academy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Of My Favorite Foods:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fruit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bread (any starch)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salmon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Key lime&lt;/span&gt; pie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Places I Would Rather be:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a hotel room by myself (Yes, I love having room service and a TV for myself, I can watch whatever I want and not be interrupted.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At a spa resort&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hawaii or Cancun will do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Friends I Tag:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amy J (just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you're bored)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marci&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mandi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chelsea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Things I Look Forward To In 2008:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warmer weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more carpool during the summer break&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working in the yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paying off our car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-7133092009057714877?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/7133092009057714877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=7133092009057714877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7133092009057714877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7133092009057714877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-things-tag.html' title='4 Things Tag'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-7160776665507559782</id><published>2008-03-30T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:03.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187343848435598674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0lvxXPxVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NoILLztx_Dk/s200/Easter+08+%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187343852730565986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0lwBXPxWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/spf_hl7_3cs/s200/Easter+08+%231.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0lwhXPxXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Dm1HJp_j1eQ/s1600-h/Easter+08+%239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187343861320500594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0lwhXPxXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Dm1HJp_j1eQ/s200/Easter+08+%239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0lwxXPxYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/guxlVoCeBnE/s1600-h/Easter+08+%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187343865615467906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0lwxXPxYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/guxlVoCeBnE/s200/Easter+08+%235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0lxBXPxZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ky7KJUdHsSY/s1600-h/Easter+08+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187343869910435218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0lxBXPxZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ky7KJUdHsSY/s200/Easter+08+%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter was a nice day spent with Jon's family. The kids just love their grandma and grandpa. We are trying to treasure every holiday or any other day spent with them as they will be moving to Texas at the end of the year, where they will retire and spent their next fifty years in pure relaxation. At least we hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-7160776665507559782?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/7160776665507559782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=7160776665507559782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7160776665507559782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7160776665507559782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R_0lvxXPxVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NoILLztx_Dk/s72-c/Easter+08+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-7093290170079299840</id><published>2008-03-28T16:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:03.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Missionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R-1_eUw3LaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KVLfJiLMHIM/s1600-h/100_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182938905119763874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R-1_eUw3LaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KVLfJiLMHIM/s320/100_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to dedicate a small section of my blog to my nephew Joshua Snyder. He recently left for his mission and will be serving in Tampa Florida. We are so proud of him and know that he will make a wonderful missionary. He has a wonderful quality of being able to light up a room and touch your heart with his warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful it is when you have family members your children can look up to. Joshua is the first of our extended family to serve a mission and has left a noticeable impression on each of our children. I love the gospel and the goodness that it instills in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-7093290170079299840?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/7093290170079299840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=7093290170079299840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7093290170079299840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7093290170079299840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-missionary.html' title='Our Missionary'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R-1_eUw3LaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KVLfJiLMHIM/s72-c/100_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-1951477119747843386</id><published>2008-03-03T13:57:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R8xtCGdw4CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/G2JeWMEfSaQ/s1600-h/Sledding+01-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173629954804473890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R8xtCGdw4CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/G2JeWMEfSaQ/s320/Sledding+01-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R8xtCmdw4DI/AAAAAAAAAII/VyRW0TncLlU/s1600-h/Sledding+01-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173629963394408498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R8xtCmdw4DI/AAAAAAAAAII/VyRW0TncLlU/s320/Sledding+01-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173629941919571986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R8xtBWdw4BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q_5D1xtF-08/s320/Sledding+01-08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year my sister's ward gets discounts tickets to Soldier Hollow where they go tubing. This is the second year we have tagged along for a little winter fun. Jon, Megan and Skyler went while I stayed home with the two younger ones (last year I thought I was going to come home with some missing toes and fingers - it is bitterly cold at 8pm). They had a blast and was able to spend time with two of their favorite cousins, Robyn and Joshua. Joshua will be leaving for his mission shortly which made the time spent together even more valuable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173629971984343106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R8xtDGdw4EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/s8ysB4B-t-I/s320/Sledding+01-08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-1951477119747843386?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/1951477119747843386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=1951477119747843386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/1951477119747843386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/1951477119747843386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-much-fun.html' title='So much fun!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R8xtCGdw4CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/G2JeWMEfSaQ/s72-c/Sledding+01-08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-4133420312054078988</id><published>2008-02-22T18:25:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:04.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and their hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For school-"wet &amp;amp; slick", no help accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R7-LDJvwxxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gvJAe3AHvv4/s1600-h/Skyler+hair+02-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170003783516735250" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R7-LDJvwxxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gvJAe3AHvv4/s200/Skyler+hair+02-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Skyler came home from school one day very sure that it was now time to start growing out his hair. I thought this to be a great opportunity for a little self expression. Nothing harmful I thought. I was okay with the idea of his hair growing an extra inch or so. Well a month passed and I was sure he was ready to get a hair cut. I suggested a trip to the barber but he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; that nobody touch his hair. After another month of enduring the long sideburns, I secretively started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devising&lt;/span&gt; a plan to cut his hair while he was asleep. A hair cut was now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; a necessity. But no, this kid was determined. He explained to me that his best friend at school was growing out his hair and that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"(for those of you who do not know who he is, he is the main character in High School Musical) was so cool with his surfer-dude hair. I could not believe my ears. What was happening to Skyler? Growing up? No way! My little, innocent, six year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; no longer any of these things. So when you see Skyler in the neighborhood or at church please don't think of him as neglected but understand that we are in the process of transforming him into "a cool dude".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-4133420312054078988?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/4133420312054078988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=4133420312054078988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/4133420312054078988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/4133420312054078988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/02/boys-and-their-hair.html' title='Boys and their hair'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R7-LDJvwxxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gvJAe3AHvv4/s72-c/Skyler+hair+02-08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-4234789844064251219</id><published>2008-02-11T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:05.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's already February!</title><content type='html'>Okay, can anyone tell me where the time has gone. Since my last blog I've missed four weeks of my life. Actually I haven't missed it, it just kind of came and left me behind. One of the things that has taken up time this month is the part time job I started. Yes, I'm working from home making survey phone calls. Exciting? I don't know. It has definitely added some additional stress to my life. I'm not sure if this job is for me, but everyone tells me it will work out and to give it three months. What does that mean? I've gone from wanting to quit to thinking I am a whimp for wanting to give up. The hardest part is trying to find uninterupted time. Definitely not the easiest thing for a mother of four kids. I guess I'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from starting the new job "the sickness" has hit our home. I am going on week two with throw-up and diahrea (definitely the worst combination). Spencer has had a solid week of it and now it is Madison's turn. It definitely takes some major patience to keep up with all the neediness. Needless to say my emotional bank is depleted and my nerves are just a little shot from all the crying, whining etc. I'm sure you all know what I am talking about. In addition Jon got sick with laryngitis and hasn't been able to speak for the last five days. Crazy! (I kind of feel like a shaken soda can ready to explode, if that makes any sense).&lt;br /&gt;With the endless loads of laundry and carpet cleaning I've fallen behind on all aspects of life and I find myself a little off course this month. So here I am already anticipating March, hoping for better weather and a healthier family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78ExZvwxkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j-xMw5giVCU/s1600-h/Misc.+06-07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169856144015935042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78ExZvwxkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j-xMw5giVCU/s320/Misc.+06-07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78EWpvwxjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cUoUnC_QqAw/s1600-h/Misc.+06-07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169855684454434354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78EWpvwxjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cUoUnC_QqAw/s320/Misc.+06-07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78EWpvwxjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cUoUnC_QqAw/s1600-h/Misc.+06-07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78EWpvwxjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cUoUnC_QqAw/s1600-h/Misc.+06-07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78EWpvwxjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cUoUnC_QqAw/s1600-h/Misc.+06-07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78EWpvwxjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cUoUnC_QqAw/s1600-h/Misc.+06-07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-4234789844064251219?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/4234789844064251219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=4234789844064251219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/4234789844064251219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/4234789844064251219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-february-already.html' title='It&apos;s already February!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78ExZvwxkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j-xMw5giVCU/s72-c/Misc.+06-07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-2838069120520907635</id><published>2008-01-09T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:32:52.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Goals</title><content type='html'>I'm sure like many others we anticipate 2008 to be a great year, a year in which we will attain all our goals. I'm one of those people that likes to set goals for the new year and pretty determined to stick by them. I've set several different goals for myself, none that seem severe or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unattainable&lt;/span&gt; (I've long learned that goals need to be small and simple). Goals like exercise more, make more nutritious meals, be more patient with my children and not to yell at them are a few. The funny thing is I think these were the same goals I had for 2007. Do you ever feel like there are just some things that you will never perfect? I so much want to be a better mother, wife and friend - how about "Person". I don't know but sometimes I think Heavenly Father looks at us with a smile knowing that this earthly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;progression&lt;/span&gt; is an endless challenge. So I'm guessing what my real goal for this year should be is: "try, try, try .... try!" To all of you who have good hopes and desires of attaining goals, good luck. May we all be little more perfect by the end of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-2838069120520907635?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/2838069120520907635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=2838069120520907635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/2838069120520907635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/2838069120520907635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-goals.html' title='New Year Goals'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-7308164147591686503</id><published>2007-12-30T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:36:15.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-67.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821138449511&amp;amp;site=widget-67.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=2161727821138449511&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-67.slide.com/p1/2161727821138449511/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=2161727821138449511&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-67.slide.com/p2/2161727821138449511/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-7308164147591686503?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/7308164147591686503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=7308164147591686503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7308164147591686503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7308164147591686503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-2516075557280839744</id><published>2007-12-30T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:11:09.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I am a little late with my entry with regards to Christmas. Christmas Eve was spent at Grandma and Grandpa Browns house. Santa showed up early there for the little ones and we all had fun with a little early ripping of wrapping paper. There were lots of yummy treats and fun watching everyone open their presents. &lt;br /&gt;   My sister Lidia who is the "picture-taker-maniac" of our family finally sent me pictures of our Christmas day spent with her family and my younger sister Natalie. It was a day filled with excitement as families exchanged gifts and cousins got to spend time playing together. The "boys" big and little hung out playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt; and Wii. Later after some convincing the men took the little ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sledding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;  Christmas has come and gone and already there is the anticipation of what Santa will bring next year. (Maddie gets very upset when we tell her that Santa went on vacation and wont be back for another year.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-2516075557280839744?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/2516075557280839744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=2516075557280839744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/2516075557280839744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/2516075557280839744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-1061690084921474945</id><published>2007-12-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:13:12.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 Brown elves!!</title><content type='html'>We were sent a couple of e-mails with these and loved them. Please click on the link and check out our 4 little elves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1295433161"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1295433161&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-1061690084921474945?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/1061690084921474945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=1061690084921474945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/1061690084921474945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/1061690084921474945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-brown-elves.html' title='The 4 Brown elves!!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-8551259959747764489</id><published>2007-11-28T13:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:06.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I neglected to add a picture or two of the birthday girls in our family for the month of November. I now have a 4 yr old (Nov 13) and a 9 yr old (Nov 17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R79YX5vwxqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-D5vc_1Vrvg/s1600-h/PB130043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169948064906004130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R79YX5vwxqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-D5vc_1Vrvg/s200/PB130043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madison is our spice in life. She is the spice that leaves you with a stomach ache (as my husband once commented - just a joke). WE LOVE THIS LITTLE GIRL! She is a princess continually trying to be better - a free spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R79YgpvwxrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iU-tX5WVfGM/s1600-h/PB100038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169948215229859506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R79YgpvwxrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iU-tX5WVfGM/s200/PB100038.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megan is the calm before, during, and after the storm. Not much can upset her, but be aware we have seen her do the unthinkable. She is kind, compassionate and loving. We know why Heavenly Father sent her first. She makes the world a better place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R79YgpvwxrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iU-tX5WVfGM/s1600-h/PB100038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-8551259959747764489?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/8551259959747764489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=8551259959747764489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/8551259959747764489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/8551259959747764489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-neglected-to-add-some-pictures-of-two.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R79YX5vwxqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-D5vc_1Vrvg/s72-c/PB130043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-7679902621658145001</id><published>2007-11-25T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:18:59.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Heart Returns to Bethlehem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart returns to Bethlehem&lt;br /&gt;At Christmastime each year&lt;br /&gt;As earth awaits the manger King&lt;br /&gt;With angels bending near,&lt;br /&gt;I journey with the Wise&lt;br /&gt;MenTo worship the King&lt;br /&gt;And wonder as I seek Him&lt;br /&gt;Which gift I should bring.&lt;br /&gt;What shall we give the Christ Child,&lt;br /&gt;Unworthy as we are?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a blanket for His bed,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a shiny star!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll read Him poetry&lt;br /&gt;Or sing a lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll hold His handIf He begins to cry,&lt;br /&gt;My heart returns to Bethlehem&lt;br /&gt;At Christmastime each year&lt;br /&gt;And kneels beside a mangerTo shed a joyful tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be very busy and sometimes we don't stop to think of the things that matter most. So we'll use this opportunity to wish all those we may, in our hustle and bustle forget to wish, a very wonderful and memorable Christmas season and please remember why we celebrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-7679902621658145001?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/7679902621658145001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=7679902621658145001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7679902621658145001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/7679902621658145001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-poem.html' title='Christmas Poem'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-2765245680723284393</id><published>2007-11-16T21:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:06.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the funniest things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R79abZvwxsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JU_KLDPfA04/s1600-h/Byron+and+Skyler"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169950324058801858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R79abZvwxsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JU_KLDPfA04/s200/Byron+and+Skyler%27s+birthday+party+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was putting our 4 year old Madison to bed tonight, out of the blue she looked at me with completely sincere eyes and a serious tone of voice..."Mommy, I don't want to be a people anymore. I want to be a pony!" this caught me a little off gaurd and i was a little at a loss as to how to respond. Then she continued..."I wish I had magic, so i could be a pony." I just said to her..."Um...I'm not sure theres anything we can do about that sweety." She was very disapointed. I will be trying to update this "kids quotes" blog often, I love hearing the way they look at the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-2765245680723284393?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/2765245680723284393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=2765245680723284393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/2765245680723284393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/2765245680723284393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2007/11/kids-say-funniest-things.html' title='Kids say the funniest things!'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R79abZvwxsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JU_KLDPfA04/s72-c/Byron+and+Skyler%27s+birthday+party+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197428041333313474.post-8133143269614854008</id><published>2007-10-26T23:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:06.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanya and Megans night out.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how things work sometimes. You worry you'r not spending enough time with the kids one on one, you throw suggestions at one another, and then bam! Something gets dropped right out of the sky and into your lap! Thats kind of how we felt the other day when a great freind (Autumn Halliday you ROCK girl!) called and said "Hey I have 2 extra tickets to the Hannah Montana concert!" Well it took some convincing but Tanya finally decided to grab those tickets and take a very excited 8 (almost 9) year old on a very "cool" mommy / daughter outing! Thank you so much Autmn for giving them the opportunity to spend such a fun night togather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78GrJvwxlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jIsNvA6gEYo/s1600-h/Misc.+06-07+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169858235665008210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78GrJvwxlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jIsNvA6gEYo/s200/Misc.+06-07+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78GrZvwxmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fwjyPUwvz5I/s1600-h/Misc.+06-07+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169858239959975522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78GrZvwxmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fwjyPUwvz5I/s200/Misc.+06-07+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78GrJvwxlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jIsNvA6gEYo/s1600-h/Misc.+06-07+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197428041333313474-8133143269614854008?l=brown6pak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/feeds/8133143269614854008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197428041333313474&amp;postID=8133143269614854008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/8133143269614854008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197428041333313474/posts/default/8133143269614854008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brown6pak.blogspot.com/2007/10/tanya-and-megans-night-out.html' title='Tanya and Megans night out.'/><author><name>The Brown 6 Pak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164429927819243976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IVmrdWZ1Mo/R78GrJvwxlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jIsNvA6gEYo/s72-c/Misc.+06-07+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
