<?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-6882152375741846189</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:34:03.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bramwell Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-8931021150496023014</id><published>2009-08-13T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:31:57.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Bathroom is almost done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally feel accomplished in something in my new place. The boys bathroom is just about done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the cute frog carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SoT1rz8vv-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Go1B2gY9XwA/s1600-h/P8131709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369686788760649698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SoT1rz8vv-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Go1B2gY9XwA/s320/P8131709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the cute soap accesories and I want to get the toothbrush holder but when I went to Target today all the ones they had were broken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SoT1riN7VnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kj9wZb9G-_4/s1600-h/P8131708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369686784000874098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SoT1riN7VnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kj9wZb9G-_4/s320/P8131708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trash can is really cute, it ribbits when you open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SoT1rKwmg8I/AAAAAAAAASs/nw13h4CvEeo/s1600-h/P8131707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369686777703859138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SoT1rKwmg8I/AAAAAAAAASs/nw13h4CvEeo/s320/P8131707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the rest of the bathroom and it shows the shower curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SoT1qAqX5yI/AAAAAAAAASk/NS067HGrJG4/s1600-h/P8131706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369686757813511970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SoT1qAqX5yI/AAAAAAAAASk/NS067HGrJG4/s320/P8131706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is still a work in progress.  I think it needs more color the green towels will help I'm sure.  Maybe I can find a green hamper or blue.  I also want to get a carpet for around the toilet it will probably have to be white in order to match.  If anybody has any other ideas, especially things for the wall let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-8931021150496023014?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8931021150496023014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=8931021150496023014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/8931021150496023014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/8931021150496023014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/boys-bathroom-is-almost-done.html' title='The Boys Bathroom is almost done!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SoT1rz8vv-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Go1B2gY9XwA/s72-c/P8131709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-89929921857345011</id><published>2009-07-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:03:39.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the new apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures of our new apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our backyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5c1d96L7I/AAAAAAAAASc/XF7ce1LTW5I/s1600-h/P7011692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358822680264585138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5c1d96L7I/AAAAAAAAASc/XF7ce1LTW5I/s320/P7011692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the boys room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5c0Gm_ngI/AAAAAAAAASM/YJVEjd5pJ_M/s1600-h/P7011685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358822656814587394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5c0Gm_ngI/AAAAAAAAASM/YJVEjd5pJ_M/s320/P7011685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5czsWv_FI/AAAAAAAAASE/bqhoHt2PxAk/s1600-h/P7011684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358822649767132242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5czsWv_FI/AAAAAAAAASE/bqhoHt2PxAk/s320/P7011684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hallway from the entry way to the bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5cy5qh_iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gemz8WXR4fA/s1600-h/P7011683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358822636159893026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5cy5qh_iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gemz8WXR4fA/s320/P7011683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entryway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5asERu_cI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZONkajJmfg8/s1600-h/P7011682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358820319726337474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5asERu_cI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZONkajJmfg8/s320/P7011682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5arj8aeII/AAAAAAAAARs/-60Z7MxX1cg/s1600-h/P7011681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358820311046977666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5arj8aeII/AAAAAAAAARs/-60Z7MxX1cg/s320/P7011681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The living room dining room, kitchen &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5arLXGLhI/AAAAAAAAARk/4NxlmSSJ988/s1600-h/P7011680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358820304448007698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5arLXGLhI/AAAAAAAAARk/4NxlmSSJ988/s320/P7011680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5aqiH1rvI/AAAAAAAAARc/fJcIqNkEiTQ/s1600-h/P7011678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358820293378158322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5aqiH1rvI/AAAAAAAAARc/fJcIqNkEiTQ/s320/P7011678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another view of the kitchen (the door at the end leads to the garage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5aqRASp_I/AAAAAAAAARU/Rg8GTyglr1g/s1600-h/P7011679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358820288783099890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5aqRASp_I/AAAAAAAAARU/Rg8GTyglr1g/s320/P7011679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the hallway from the boys room to mine &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SlfjqMc7y7I/AAAAAAAAARM/8oh5l5oFg0E/s1600-h/P7011691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357000595817089970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SlfjqMc7y7I/AAAAAAAAARM/8oh5l5oFg0E/s320/P7011691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Slfjo2bt4mI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FTORvaCDFIE/s1600-h/P7011687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357000572726534754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Slfjo2bt4mI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FTORvaCDFIE/s320/P7011687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-89929921857345011?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/89929921857345011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=89929921857345011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/89929921857345011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/89929921857345011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures-of-new-apartment.html' title='Pictures of the new apartment'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sl5c1d96L7I/AAAAAAAAASc/XF7ce1LTW5I/s72-c/P7011692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-8521907577026688238</id><published>2009-07-01T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:01:07.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the Keys !!!</title><content type='html'>Today I did the walk through for my apartment and got the keys.  I am so excited to be moving into my own place.  If I can find a time to move that would be helpful.  I will post some pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-8521907577026688238?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8521907577026688238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=8521907577026688238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/8521907577026688238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/8521907577026688238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-keys.html' title='I got the Keys !!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-4709402827210551734</id><published>2009-05-23T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:49:24.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy you don't take good care of me!</title><content type='html'>Last night my mom and I were on the way home from my graduation and Bryon was with us in the back seat. My mom had gotten into a car accident a few days prior and was telling me about her back hurting. I told her that when I woke up this morning, friday morning that I had slept funny because my neck was hurting and that my throat was hurting. Bryon asked what do you mean you slept funny and while my mom was answering him he said yeah mom I have had a sore throat since 2008, since 2008 mom!!! My mom and I started hysterically laughing almost to the point of crying. Bryon then states it's not funny you know what that means mom, that means that you have not been taking very good care of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very entertaining converstation and I want it so I will always have it to remeber the cute and funny things that my kids say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-4709402827210551734?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4709402827210551734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=4709402827210551734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4709402827210551734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4709402827210551734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-you-dont-take-good-care-of-me.html' title='Mommy you don&apos;t take good care of me!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-1938220290005094573</id><published>2009-05-21T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:33:34.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time!!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm graduating from city college.  It is a big accomplishment for me especially with having two children, and one in high school (that was a challenge).  I will have an Associates of Arts in liberal studies.  If you want to come to graduation it's tomorrow friday at 7:30 pm at Selland Arena (I'm going to post my announcement so I have it always but the computer wasn't cooperating tonight.). I'm getting nervous.  In August I'm off to state for the next big challenge.  I'm so excited and boy do I feel blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-1938220290005094573?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1938220290005094573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=1938220290005094573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1938220290005094573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1938220290005094573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-7073242570975808673</id><published>2009-05-08T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:19:04.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy can you pray to Jesus with me?</title><content type='html'>On wednesday night Bryon, woke me up in the middle of the night and had a nightmare.  The nightmare was about the house being on fire.  I told him lets just pray and go to bed and heavenly father will be with you and it will be fine.  He said okay and so we prayed and then he went back to sleep awhile later.  Last night, Bryon was in bed and he came out a bit after bedtime and said mom I'm having a hard time sleeping, can you pray to Jesus with me so I won't be scared anymore?  We prayed and then shortly he was asleep.  I am glad that my children can find comfort in the Lord and it nothing more it touches his mothers heart to see my children growing strong in the gospel and it shows me that I am doing a good job.  I am very thankful that we have the gospel in our life and that heavenly father and Jesus are there to comfort us.  I am thankful that my seven year old has a grasp on this as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-7073242570975808673?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7073242570975808673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=7073242570975808673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/7073242570975808673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/7073242570975808673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-can-you-pray-to-jesus-with-me.html' title='Mommy can you pray to Jesus with me?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-7741772674673151189</id><published>2009-05-04T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:06:09.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald went poop in the toilet...Just Kidding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sf_XFkWudnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lmmM1ovGZgg/s1600-h/P5031586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332216974488270450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sf_XFkWudnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lmmM1ovGZgg/s320/P5031586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been trying to post Bryon's karate competition for the past few minutes but I kept getting interrupted. Donald was laying next to me getting ready to go to sleep while I was doing a quick blog, a break from my homework. He took his diaper off and that is usually how he wakes up for some reason I don't know he likes to sleep naked. Well he stood up and was about to poop everywhere. I grabbed him we went on the toilet and he did a little, this is the first time anything has gone in there. We sat there for thirty minutes and nothing so we got off the toilet and put a diaper on and went back to bed. Donald proceeds to poop because then he tells me I pooped and his diaper was full. I know he was thinking ha ha mom just kidding...I want him out of diapers!!! Now the whole house is up at 10:30, it's been an exciting night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6882152375741846189-7741772674673151189?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7741772674673151189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=7741772674673151189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/7741772674673151189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/7741772674673151189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/donald-went-poop-in-toiletjust-kidding.html' title='Donald went poop in the toilet...Just Kidding'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sf_XFkWudnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lmmM1ovGZgg/s72-c/P5031586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-2429716162593515461</id><published>2009-05-04T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:38:30.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryon's Karate Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332199066273094178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sf_GzLDgmiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZQovTkgiaVI/s320/P5011584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday Bryon had a karate competition. He had to perform his kata. He did a good job, and he will get his resuts and trophy at his next belt testing day on the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332199073478656898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sf_Gzl5cw4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/WVL7NQFKpv0/s320/P5011582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e9e1148eadc12732" 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://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De9e1148eadc12732%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331369840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F2F149B76EAF54FEEE6A33D221722011E5FFCFB.38F814693C5016D41C126DDAA2E4E9B37EEE061C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De9e1148eadc12732%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2aGhFBQKGjzBnwPu7NIyI9vkg8c&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://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De9e1148eadc12732%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331369840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F2F149B76EAF54FEEE6A33D221722011E5FFCFB.38F814693C5016D41C126DDAA2E4E9B37EEE061C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De9e1148eadc12732%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2aGhFBQKGjzBnwPu7NIyI9vkg8c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-2429716162593515461?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e9e1148eadc12732&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2429716162593515461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=2429716162593515461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2429716162593515461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2429716162593515461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/bryons-karate-competition.html' title='Bryon&apos;s Karate Competition'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/Sf_GzLDgmiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZQovTkgiaVI/s72-c/P5011584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-2734910206646808957</id><published>2009-05-03T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:45:56.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think the next world war has began in my home!!</title><content type='html'>I love my sons so much but lately I don't know what is going on with them.  Donald i'm guessing must be age but Bryon I don't know.  My kids are constantly fighting with each other.  When you tell Donald no or to do something he throws himself on the ground and has a tantrum and then gets up and does it.  Pretty normal two year old behavior.  Bryon on the other hand has been crying more then donald for the past couple weeks ever since he got into serious trouble for throwing a rock and hitting Donald.  He was grounded from wii an tv for two weeks.  So he got the wii and tv back today and this morning while I was still asleep he was playing wii, no big deal but when it was time to get ready for bath the tantrums began so the wii is now gone the tv is now gone and anything fun is now gone and it was taken away until further notice because he feels necessary to call me his mother selfish and a liar all of which are not true.  I state how do you have a wii, baseball, a cooked meal, toys all if i'm selfish.  He proceeds to yell and scream, I amazingly very patiently take the remote to the tv and wii and make them disappear he cried for an hour before church.  We get out of church  were in the car on the way home and I ask him where his paper is because I don't think I have it so I look in the bag and I have it he proceeds to hysterical and call me a liar again.  We get home and he wants to play wii and of course that is gone until further notice and he screams for about forty five minutes until he falls asleep.  He wakes up wants to play wii an cries again this time waking donald up and then the proceed to fight and argue for the rest of the night.  I'm just so tired of the fits and disrespect.  I know that this is truly a test of my patience and suprisingly I have been very patient with the help of heavenly father.  I have prayed for what to do, and so since tomorrow is Monday I feel like we should do a family home evening on respecting their mother.  Does anybody have any good lessons?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-2734910206646808957?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2734910206646808957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=2734910206646808957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2734910206646808957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2734910206646808957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-next-world-war-has-began-in-my.html' title='I think the next world war has began in my home!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-6359382244112204197</id><published>2009-04-30T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:15:40.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do People...</title><content type='html'>Today I was having a conversation with a friend of mine at my sons school. This person asked how things were going since part of the things going on in my life was publicized on tv and I was also asked about David and if I have a new boyfriend. I don't have a new boyfriend, and I do plan on getting married the right way someday I don't when. I feel sad about David and I we have been trying for so many years to work this out. I have just realized that we couldn't work out the problems because the other person was obsessed with being sexual and that was the only thing important to him. I feel bad but I'm glad that Heavenly father helped me because it's hard. I of course wanted to be close with my husband but since we found out we were not legally married the bishop made it loud and clear that now way shape or form is any type of sexual okay. Ok so we didn't talk about that in the conversation except I was asked how long I would date someone before getting married, I said I don't know maybe 6 months maybe longer. Then this other lady came into the conversation and was saying that it's not long enough then your just going to have another kid and blah blah blah. I was like I have maybe done some things wrong but I know I will be blessed when I do it the right way and as long as I stay strong in the gospel I will know when is right. I was very calm suprisingly I didn't yell or get mad which I tend to do but that would not have been the proper way. I may have done things wrong like what was I doing staying in an abusive relationship after being hit a few times after being belittled over children and after my children being exposed to that. You may have wondered why I didn't want to move and this was one of them mainly fear. Anyways, back to the conversation and my friend asked so are you guys getting divorced and I replied no were not legally married. This lady there proceeds to say which is the part that makes me really mad, see you can have multiple wifes. I replied no you can only have one wife and only one. When David and I got married we weren't members of the church and it was purely a technicality because we thought his divorce was final. After I proceed to tell her no you can't repeatedly she said well I mean you can have one husband legally and then you have other ceremonies on the side for your other wifes. I was like no what are you talking about and she proceeded to argue that she was right, I don't know where she got this idea I didn't feel it necessary to ask but I don't know why people need to be so ignorant and say things that they are so misinformed about. It disappoints me what our society is coming to because in the same short conversation I heard you can't marry someone you haven't at least been with a year and go on trips together like the coast. I am pretty sure I won't be going to the coast alone with the person I'm dating maybe with our families but not alone. It just frustrated me and I thought I would journal about this. I am happy I didn't get mad or angry I just explained the way things really are like one husband and one wife whether she believes me or not that is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this I am very stressed about the swine flu, it scares me knowing how susceptible my children are especially donald who gets everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-6359382244112204197?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6359382244112204197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=6359382244112204197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/6359382244112204197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/6359382244112204197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-people.html' title='Why do People...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-1234383112435819537</id><published>2009-03-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:40:38.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just recieved this email!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay I actually recieved this email on Friday, but I decided that this weekend beginning on friday I was taking a break from school since I had an exam thursday and two quizzes and a paper due on the prior tuesday.  So I checked my email just now and I got into Fresno State!!! well conditionally I guess that's pending on me passing my classes this semester!  I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jennifer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Congratulations!  It is with great pleasure that I write to inform you of your conditional admission to California State University, Fresno.  On behalf of the faculty at Fresno State, I invite you to become a member of the Fall 2009 entering class.Fresno State offers diverse academic and extracurricular opportunities to stimulate your intellectual growth and prepare you to meet the challenges of the future.  Additionally, for the past four years, U.S. News and World Report magazine has rated Fresno State in the top 15 western regional universities for "Best Value--Sticker Prices".  At Fresno State, you receive a quality education and an excellent collegiate experience at a reasonable cost.We sincerely hope you will accept our invitation to enroll and share in the tradition of excellence at Fresno State.  We shall assist you in every way possible as you plan for the coming years.  As you may realize, our offer of admission assumes you will maintain your level of achievement and fulfill requirements for admission and enrollment for the Fall 2009 semester.  We wish you continued success with your academic studies.  We look forward to you joining the Fresno State family in Fall 2009.Sincerely,Vivian H. Franco Director, Admissions, Records and Evaluations_______________________________________________________________________                                                                                                 California State University,Fresno                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5150 N. Maple Avenue                                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fresno, California 93740-8026                                         &lt;/div&gt;Supplementary Admissions Information&lt;br /&gt;Student ID:           &lt;br /&gt;Term:   Fall 2009Class&lt;br /&gt;Level:   Junior&lt;br /&gt;Major:  Liberal Studies-Blended&lt;br /&gt;PgmFee Status:  Resident of California                                &lt;br /&gt;Admissions Status: ADMITTED&lt;br /&gt;Email Address:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-1234383112435819537?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1234383112435819537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=1234383112435819537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1234383112435819537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1234383112435819537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-recieved-this-email.html' title='I just recieved this email!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-6864790227698608906</id><published>2009-02-10T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:50:47.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jesus</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago a new baby about 18 months started at Donald's daycare. He is bigger then Donald at that age which is hard to believe because Donald was a giant chunk. Anyways, one day I'm picking up Donald and this is the new babies first couple days and the babysitter tells me guess what he calls Chaz? I was like what and she's trying to get him to say but he won't so she tells me. Donald calls him Baby Jesus. So the babysitter asks can you say Chaz he says yes and says the babies name. A while later Donald tells the babysitter "Baby Jesus is touching the fireplace." Again the confirming he can say the name but donald said now no that's baby jesus.  Today, when I picked Donald up he was telling me about baby Jesus, and the babysitter says he calls him by his name all the time and just calls him baby jesus when he is tattling.  Hmm I wonder why?  He must remember from Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-6864790227698608906?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6864790227698608906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=6864790227698608906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/6864790227698608906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/6864790227698608906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-jesus.html' title='Baby Jesus'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-932272975863575933</id><published>2008-11-13T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:53:18.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Age?</title><content type='html'>On Friday I gave my friend Twilight to borrow and yesterday she started the third book.  I got her addicted.  So, of course her husband is like what is with those books, etc.  Like all the husbands right?  So when she was still reading the second book she called and I was on speaker phone her and her husband placed a bet on how old I was.  He was right I am 24 she thought I was about 30.  I guess he thinks she's too old to be sucked into these books but most the moms I know are her age not mine and are addicted.  It's not about age these books are awesome.  I just thought it was funny and odd.  Age is something at work I used to get asked about everyday people used to say are you old enough to work here? Now they ask wow you have lost weight, and yes actually I have lost between 30 and 40 pounds and I'm still losing more.  I will be my pre pregnancy size again soon.  The other thing with age is that sometimes I'm out and high school boys try to hit on me and I'm like do you know how old I am?  Yes, it's funny and I love it that people think that I'm so young but sometimes it's awkward.  After, the phone call from my friend I really started thinking about my age and I have been for awhile.  I think I'm going to be 25 and I'm not done with school and I'm getting old.  I think my husband is almost 30 and I want a lot more babies so maybe we should start working on that.  I guess we will see and I don't know how important is age really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-932272975863575933?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/932272975863575933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=932272975863575933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/932272975863575933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/932272975863575933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-age.html' title='What is Age?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-1142528978889290727</id><published>2008-11-02T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:36:17.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Husband</title><content type='html'>When I put this blog together in a book for my children I want them to know how much I love David. David and I have had a very hard relationship but I love him with all my heart. I never could ever imagine not being with David. I don't think divorce, seperation or whatever the case is the answer and to me it's not an option. David came here last weekend and for my surgery. I'm so grateful that he thought of me and was here to help me. I asked him to come last weekend to spend time with me and he came for me and that was so nice to just get to be with him and be close with him. When David and I have time for just us things are so good when everybody else or this long way apart living situation things become bad. When I was writing in my journal and I read an entry to my girlfriend who was having an issue to just let her know other people have issues. When I read about our fights everything is so petty who said what mean thing to who and then what other mean thing. We are both guilty for being mean. I don't think that is a reason to call for a divorce. We both have an immense amount of love for each other and we really both want this to be an eternal family. The question is how do we get there? That is a good question I don't know. I have a good idea that it would include being open to each other, studying the scriptures with each other, prayer together, as a family, and individually. We need to help each other strengthen our testimony. Again, I'm just not sure how to get there. We both are mean and my friend said that happens between here and her husband and she said what works for them is to say hey your being negative. Maybe if we help each other to not be negative it would help. I want my children to know that know matter what their husband/wife is their partner and to always remember the scriptures, one that really sticks out to me is D&amp;amp;C 42:22 Thou shalt love thy wife with all thy heart and shalt cleave unto her and none else. As well as the scripture Moses 3:24 Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife; and they shall be one flesh. The scriptures mean everything to me. As my children see now daily scripture study is a crucial part of our lifes. We need to be one with our spouse to be strong there are a lot of outside things that attack the marriage for example proposition 8 and even other things such as friends. Friends should not be negative towards your marriage. I especially think that friends that are members of the church should not be negative towards your marriage. When someone criticizes your husband or wife since you have become one those words should hurt you. I have realized that not everybody will not like David nor I, but we as a partnership can't let other people say negative things about each other or our marriage such as to get divorced, nor should they support or I should say encourge you to get a seperation or divorce. These things that other people say break down marriage and as a member of the church the family has a crucial role why would somebody want to break it down rather then help? As a wife if someone says something negative about my husband then they really aren't my friend because we are one and those words hurt me. I have a lot of friends in the church, since before I was a member and I have seen other couples have worse marriage problems then us and nobody encouraged them to get divorced. Divorce is never the answer. I am grateful to those examples that have worked through many things that are hard and I really look up to them and I hope that my children see David and I overcome this and they can see that a marriage is so wonderful and strong. I'm also grateful to other examples of marriage that I have seen like Paul and Krista Gage, I saw on Krista's blog about how she wants her kids to know that her and Paul flirt, so I decided my kids show know not only that we flirt but that I'm very much in love with him and how I feel about divorce and that there will be hard times. David and I do flirt, we talk very lovey to each other a lot still in between fights. I call my David husband, because I am proud to say that he is my husband. Another example to me of marriage is Marlo and Jared Bramwell. When me and Bryon went through a divorce I spent a lot of time with Marlo and I have always wanted to have a marriage like theirs. I love their family and I always wanted to be a mom like Marlo. I am also very grateful to Marlo for teaching me about the church and having the missionaries over to her house to teach me the gospel. I always remember Marlo when I bear my testimony and I'm so thankful for her to plant those seeds. My marriage to David is not perfect but I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I am grateful to other people for their inspirational words to me and I would like to share one of them in my blog that somebody wrote to me: Hey girly thanks for your help the other day...I was so exhausted &amp;amp; frustrated by the time I got to you!! Anyway, it was fun to catch up &amp;amp; I really am sorry about what's gone on w/ David, no matter what happens a husband &amp;amp; wife should always support each other &amp;amp; no "friends" should ever try to influence that in a negative manner.I hope things will only get better from here - no matter what the direction - call anytime!&lt;br /&gt;Friends are nice to have to support you and that is why I love my ward family not only because they are there for me but because they are so supportive of David and I working through this. I love to hear you guys can do this, you will be a family that is heavenly fathers plan, they encourage me to pray, they pray for us. I will continue to pray and offer encouraging words to other people I know that are struggling.&lt;br /&gt;I want my children to know that I love David and I'm going to continue to endure to the end. I won't be getting a divorce and I'm going to continue to work hard at this marriage and cleave to my husband. I will be one with him and if he decides to be one with me we can help each other through the negative petty fights and get on with our family. I know these boys need and miss their father and they need his priesthood example to them. I love you David and I always will forever, you are my eternal partner baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-1142528978889290727?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1142528978889290727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=1142528978889290727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1142528978889290727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1142528978889290727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-my-husband.html' title='To My Husband'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-10753442402095112</id><published>2008-10-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:17:10.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Obsessed?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I would have to say I am obsessed with Twilight. I love the Cullens and Bella. I wish I could be a good vampire when I grow up. Last night we had a Twilight Party. We all made shirts for the movie premiere that is coming out on November 21. We will be there at midnight waiting to see it. Diane, Katrina, and Tracy Walker did an excellent job of setting up the party and making everything so Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260064526654344690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-A0WbdjfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iO_8xaEabN0/s320/PA171933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of Melinda and Kaipo. Thank you Kaipo for finishing up my shirt for me. I couldn't really work on my shirt because it hurt my incision to bend and lay out the stones. Notice the Twilight poster in the background isn't it great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260064512966656994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-AzjcEA-I/AAAAAAAAALI/9F3DDarz8Ao/s320/PA171932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Tina and Stephanie working on their shirts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260064540372637298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-A1JiKFnI/AAAAAAAAALg/miz14DiGRJU/s320/PA171935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of me and Melinda. Notice my Twilight shirt, I love it. Melinda made this really awesome lyric book that went along with Stephanie Meyer's playlists. Melinda also made cd's to go along with the book. You are awesome Melinda. Melinda is my coworker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260072343128819938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-H7VEMyOI/AAAAAAAAALw/Y-Bp1TTM14k/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tracy, Lisa, and Diane. You guys are great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260072346498942706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-H7hnsxvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dSCSQCtqroM/s320/New+Image1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were so many other people there I just forgot to get pictures until the end. Tracey, Stacey who made Kresta's shrit (Happy Anniversary Kresta and James), Amy, Miranda, Lisa's friend Jen and another friend, Courtney, Jennifer, Irene, Katherine, Krista, Katrina, and many more I just can't remember. Thank you again Diane, Katrina (I didn't get your picture sorry, thanks for helping everyone iron their shirts and the great video.), and Tracy. Thank you for inviting us to your home Diane you are so awesome. I am obsessed I watch the movie trailer all day everyday and read the books over and over again. I will be there when the movie comes out at midnight. I love Twilight!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-10753442402095112?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/10753442402095112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=10753442402095112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/10753442402095112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/10753442402095112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-obsessed.html' title='Am I Obsessed?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-A0WbdjfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iO_8xaEabN0/s72-c/PA171933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-5530858338178048754</id><published>2008-10-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:16:14.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day</title><content type='html'>Last friday, october 10, I went in for my surgery to have my gallbladder removed. I had been stressed about this for days, im a big baby. The day of my surgery finally came, I woke up in the morning and took a shower with this soap they gave me, got my kids up and ready, and took donald to the babysitter. My sister and aunt took Bryon to school for me. My mom had to work and Tracey picked me up and took me to my appointment. I was freaked out the whole time. Well guess who was there, David that was a great pleasent suprise he came here for me. I was a bit relieved because i do find comfort in him, of course he is my husband. Well, Tracey stayed there too and I'm so grateful for good friends like her. When they call you back to the room, you have to go by yourself, i was scared and i started shaking and shivering with fear. Well it wasn't too bad, they took my temperature, my blood pressure, and a urine sample. They have done so many urine samples in the past few days prior and so i asked why. They want to make sure your not pregnant because of the anesthesia. They could have just asked me but oh well, it's a little impossible to be pregnant when your husband has lived six hours away the past two months. Oh well on with the surgery well they took me to the room and the nurse came in and said time for the iv. Iv that is the worst part im so scared of needles, well i was in the room by myself and i told the nurse to please get someone to be with me. She got David and usually I just bury myself in him but this time he kissed me when she was putting the iv in, this really worked it was very helpful and a good distraction. Next time I need an IV I know to have David there to make out with me. After the iv was in I was shaking and had chills because of my fear. David stayed with me while they finished up the paperwork and then walked with me to the double doors of the surgery area. The first took me to the recovery area where I met with the anesthesiologist. He was really nice he told me that driving in the car was more risky then anasthesia. He asked me all kinds of questions and then a nurse asked me the same questions again. Then the anesthesiologist talked about the tube down my throat, i cringed, he said they have to let me know about the risks broken tooth etc but in ten years hes never done that to anyone. I asked to make sure it doesnt go in until im asleep and out before im awake he said yes. Good because im a wimp and this scared me more. So after all that the nurse put my hair in the hair thing they gave me some of the antibiotic to make sure im not allergic because i'm allergic to penicilin. After that the anesthesiologist put something in my iv to relax me they wheeled me into the surgery room. I remember asking what all that stuff on the table was and they told me dont worry about it. They had me crawl from the gurney to the table. I remember the big lights and the mask they put on me. I don't like them so I moved my head out of the mask and then I put my face back in it. I don't remember anything after that. The next thing I remember was being in the recovery room, I was dreaming and I wish I could remember what and the nurse was waking me up. When I woke up I asked if it was done already and of course it was and then I wanted David. This was scary for me they made me stay in the recovery room for a while, they did some tests they told me it took me a little longer to wake up but oh well I wasn't ready to wake up when I did. They moved back down to a short stay surgery room where David and Tracey came in to see me. I was only down there for a short amount of time because after that the nurse came home and gave David the instructions on my care. They wheeled me out to Tracey's car and she took me home. David went to get my prescription and came over and spent the whole day with me. We talked he told me he was coming home and that he would do whatever it takes, that we would do whatever it takes to get through this. We prayed together and I felt really good about this relationship. Well Saturday came he came over spent time with me and moved furniture around. Sunday came he took the kids to church and then he spent time with me. Can you believe it we ended up fighting. I shared my feelings with him about something that has been eating me from the inside out. I never share my feelings with him because i'm sesitive so no matter what it takes means I need to let him in. My feelings that I shared are something that I needed comfort with something that has been hurting me very much. Well it wasn't something he wanted to hear so he walked out on me and my kids again. Then for the most part ignored me. The next morning today, monday he is driving back to San Diego because he has work in 12 hours (it only takes 6 hours to get there) he never came to see me or anything. He just left it with the door being slammed in my face. He abandoned me again. I feel like he riped my heart out when he slammed the door and when he got in the car to drive to San Diego he attached it to the bumper and dragged it all the way there. I'm not sure I can forgive him. No matter what means when your wife is hurt abandon her? I'm confused and I'm not really sure what I want. I don't know if I can forgive him for this again. When will he ever stop and care? Oh well so now I'm recovering from surgery and a broken heart. I'm very grateful for the sisters in my ward who have brought us dinner every night it's been hard on my sister having to take care of the kids and do everything. I really appreciate the help. I'm very grateful for Tracey Dunning for taking me to the hospital and being there with me. I'm thankful that she took Donald for awhile on Saturday and she is a good friend she is always there when I need someone. I'm also very grateful for David for coming home and taking care of his wife and being there for me when I really needed him.  So, I hope the recovery from my surgery is quick I'm ready to be back at work and up and around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-5530858338178048754?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5530858338178048754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=5530858338178048754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/5530858338178048754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/5530858338178048754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-day.html' title='The Big Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-2131003103257011702</id><published>2008-09-22T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:02:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Donald</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Donald's second birthday. Happy Birthday Baby Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260131795430750018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-9_6JjN0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m1gowgF-2g8/s320/P9221924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so proud to have this little guy as a son.  He has such a tender heart and gentle spirit.  He is always happy and laughing.  He has a wonderful personality.  He rarely gets unhappy and I'm so blessed to have such an easy going baby.  Everyday I thank Heavenly Father for giving me such great boys.  Happy Birthday Donald I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260131799131957826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP--AH7_KkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jIbjyFKcFuk/s320/P9221926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-2131003103257011702?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2131003103257011702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=2131003103257011702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2131003103257011702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2131003103257011702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-donald.html' title='Happy Birthday Donald'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-9_6JjN0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m1gowgF-2g8/s72-c/P9221924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-1502025298727836064</id><published>2008-09-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:25:51.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald's Second Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Tonight we had a little birthday party for Donald. He will be two tomorrow. My mom, stepdad, sister, grandma, aunt, uncle, cousin, Nina, and Azaria came over for the party. We just did cake and presents it was so much fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260107060050937186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-ngHrcRWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/oTYwlSkKy_s/s320/P9211922.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is the train cake that I made for him. I'm not a cake decorator and it's far from perfect but it came out cute. It was also a fun mommy and son time because the boys helped me decorate it as you can see. The best part was the reaction out of Donald "choo choo choo choo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-ngS9J40I/AAAAAAAAAOY/8RyyHdmpcX0/s1600-h/P9211889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260107063078019906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-ngS9J40I/AAAAAAAAAOY/8RyyHdmpcX0/s320/P9211889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Sal and Bryon helping Donald blow out his candles on his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-ng7FGduI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dUpPcbcQLfE/s1600-h/P9211900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260107073848768226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-ng7FGduI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dUpPcbcQLfE/s320/P9211900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-nhV7LcqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/f3xEXuHoK5Y/s1600-h/P9211894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260107081054909090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-nhV7LcqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/f3xEXuHoK5Y/s320/P9211894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at him rip them open, when did he get so big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-nhhS2OgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aREtjVK9YLk/s1600-h/P9211907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260107084106971650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-nhhS2OgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aREtjVK9YLk/s320/P9211907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260107813792145538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-oL_lWYII/AAAAAAAAAO4/jN5je4OeN90/s320/P9211906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260122851267372578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-13Si05iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NTvX9lcWUu0/s320/P9211919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Donald had so much fun.  After cake and presents the kids went outside and played.  He had fun with his choo choo cake and presents.  Unfortunately I didn't get pictures of everyone at the party, I don't know what I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6882152375741846189-1502025298727836064?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1502025298727836064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=1502025298727836064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1502025298727836064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1502025298727836064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/donalds-second-birthday-party.html' title='Donald&apos;s Second Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-ngHrcRWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/oTYwlSkKy_s/s72-c/P9211922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-7351923328386539184</id><published>2008-09-10T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:05:58.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't he creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I picked up Bryon from school for his early release day. I decided to have a mom and son day. Donald stayed at the babysitter and Bryon and I just went home and played. He made these neat little motorcycles and cars that we could race.  Way to go Bryon your so smart, I love you son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260100307034771378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-hXCu7D7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/eijy77v_Sik/s320/P9171867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260100315829711074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-hXjfzMOI/AAAAAAAAANA/T4GcUMwB1e8/s320/P9171868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260100326618249202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-hYLr_N_I/AAAAAAAAANI/I-8WDGcwZpQ/s320/P9171870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260100331219119666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-hYc067jI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tuuk6r61ZEk/s320/P9171871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260100340452416370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-hY_OT23I/AAAAAAAAANY/INL-IBsZDDA/s320/P9171872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260102319021091810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-jMJ916-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/GV7g1gzZsqE/s320/P9171882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260102125205886994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-jA38smBI/AAAAAAAAANg/TXGLSH0Kzjs/s320/P9171873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260102150110609186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-jCUucfyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7Z2nbUCqfhw/s320/P9171881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260102133210995058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-jBVxQ2XI/AAAAAAAAANo/8RMTp_Rnueo/s320/P9171874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260102140882534914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-jByWTQgI/AAAAAAAAANw/Dx43PqKHgUc/s320/P9171875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260102147214641874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-jCJ7_itI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tFhrVWiWzHo/s320/P9171876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-7351923328386539184?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7351923328386539184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=7351923328386539184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/7351923328386539184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/7351923328386539184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/isnt-he-creative.html' title='Isn&apos;t he creative'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-hXCu7D7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/eijy77v_Sik/s72-c/P9171867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-1874027519253098198</id><published>2008-08-25T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:25:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryon's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was Bryon's first day of school. I can't believe he is already in the first grade. He is growing up too fast. When did he become a big kid? &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Bryon and Donald ready to go for Bryon's first day.  Donald has to do everything that big brother does.  Aren't brothers cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085256470877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-Tq_A3U8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/k1PFqNkojvg/s320/P8251856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I dropped Bryon off at his class I got a picture of him with his teacher this year Mrs. Xiong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085236684364290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-Tp1TZGgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/t8rzMYa2XKM/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At Bryon's school on the first day all the kids go out to the amphitheater where the principal does an opening day ceremony.  Here are pictures of Bryon and his class walking to the assembly and of course pictures at the assembly.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085259647967138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-TrK2V36I/AAAAAAAAAMY/eQDotCeGGF0/s320/P8251859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085622824604082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-UATyZkbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mam3F2ivxng/s320/P8251865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085261831299890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-TrS-44zI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ThA1YHZpJ24/s320/P8251860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085632866728930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-UA5MoO-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/-fjRE28d9AI/s320/New+Image2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I picked Bryon up from school I got a picture of him with Ms. Johnston she is going to be subing for the first six weeks of school because Mrs. Xiong just had baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085242798379490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-TqMFFkeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zi1oAPS22oQ/s320/New+Image4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I picked Bryon up from school he had a little bit of a rough day.  I asked him how his day was and he liked it for the most part.  He said that First Grade was way easier then Kindergarten.  I don't really know about that but we will see as the year progresses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-1874027519253098198?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1874027519253098198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=1874027519253098198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1874027519253098198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1874027519253098198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/bryons-first-day-of-school.html' title='Bryon&apos;s First Day of School'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SP-Tq_A3U8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/k1PFqNkojvg/s72-c/P8251856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-3621380608266768692</id><published>2008-08-22T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:27:34.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I finally have updated and added my posts from July and August like fourth of July and Bryon's first loose tooth and our Breaking Dawn Outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take this time to update on the situation of my life.  I am very grateful for my visiting teachers who brought me a plant and card.  I'm also thankful that one of them would take me to Jamba Juice and sit, talk, and comfort me till after 10:00 at night.  I also still do not have a date for surgery and hopefully I will get one soon.  Then another excellent thing is I got section 8, so me and my kids will be getting our own apartment as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am offended that David talked to a few men in the ward and they told him to get divorced.  This offends me because why would you offer that kind of advice if you don't really know what happened and David made this situation bigger by making things up and lying about things that he was well aware of but wanted people to think I am a horrible person.  Although, I'm not perfect and I wasn't always right but nobody told me to just get divorced.  I would never I don't think I could ever tell someone to get divorced or judge someone based on someone elses opinon.  David's friends are the same way they just judge people based on what someone else says.  This dissapoints me.  At least I can say they are his friends not mine and he doesn't usually pick the greatest people to hang out with usually again i'm not perfect and neither are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, David and I have talked and honestly I feel like I'm talking to someone who is in junior high.  He says he is coming home but what is going to happen when he comes home or if he does.  Is he going to continue to make irrational choices on the fly and decisions on his own.  Is he going to continue to cheat, lie, and disregard my feelings.  Well, I would like my husband back and to work out my marriage, isn't that part of heavenly fathers plan.  The only way our marriage will work is if he quits acting like he is 12 and acts like he is 29.  A marriage isn't just about him and his way always that is what he needs to realize, that I have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, I can end my venting with saying even though i am offended by certain people who judged me and made judgemental comments I don't care really I wouldn't stop going to church because people like to be rude and say things that they don't know about.  David's friends can judge me all they want because I don't care they aren't my friends and I won't be hanging out with them so the only person that it hurts is themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-3621380608266768692?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3621380608266768692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=3621380608266768692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/3621380608266768692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/3621380608266768692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-4061160501539914661</id><published>2008-08-20T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:26:45.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our family vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were on vacation from August 3 thru 11. The vacation started with all five of us and we headed down to San Diego where we stayed with David's sister Sunday night. That was so nice of her to let us all stay there. Then Monday morning we got up and drove to Disneyland and the kids were all so excited. We stayed in a hotel and Monday thru Wednesday David joined us in Disneyland. That Thursday morning he left and I think I stayed in bed just about the whole day. Eventually that afternoon and evening we went to Disneyland just Bryon, Donald, and I. I felt like I didn't want my kids to miss out because Disneyland is something we probably won't do for awhile. That night my sister came down on the train. We spent all day Friday at Disneyland and Kelly and Andy came and joined us there. I told them what was going on and they invited us to stay the weekend with them aren't they great. We were suppossed to stay the weekend with David's sister again but that wasn't going to happen. Well Friday night we ate at Goofy's Kitchen with Kelly, Andy, and their kids. Then we stayed late in the park. Saturday morning we checked out of the hotel and headed over to Kelly and Andy's house in Long Beach where the kids just spent the day playing with the cousins. Sunday we went back to Disneyland and stayed there most of the day, originally the plan was just monday thru friday and then the weekend in San Diego. Well I felt bad for my kids because they pretty much missed thursday and friday was hard too so I took them one last time on Sunday. We stayed till just about midnight on Sunday and headed back over to Kelly and Andy's. We left Long Beach Monday afternoon to come back to Fresno. We had a fun time despite the incident that occured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first thing we saw at Disneyland was the Playhouse Disney set in California Adventures this was one of Donald's favorite things. He love Mickey Mouse and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247583356735810642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNMpQpN9bFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OI7ezEMC9TQ/s320/P8041552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Bryon on Toy Story Mania, it's the new ride this year in California Adventures. He loved it and it was pretty fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247606877479747794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM-pu0TwNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/btUW-vB2vPw/s320/P8041600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryon and Donald sitting on Mickey Mouse's couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247607314464750658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM_DKtpvEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8EgXvwh-gS0/s320/P8051673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Bryon on the Buzz Lightyear Astro Blaster his favorite ride. He loves Buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247590173307366898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNMvda7Q7fI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MWy-Rdk6LOI/s320/P8051713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald and I on the carousel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247591462234458818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNMwocjbisI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WcYD7x63x1c/s320/P8061726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryon got picked to be a Jedi and here he is fighting Darth Vader.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247592505528212658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNMxlLIC3LI/AAAAAAAAAII/sqve9arRGpQ/s320/P8061742.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247593100109086418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNMyHyHK_tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XQ2N9HaDHs4/s320/P8061746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryon and my sister on Buzz Lightyear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247593643850447106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNMynbtNuQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/60y4_eK_dJc/s320/P8081768.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is us on the teacups (my favorite ride growing up). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247595017991162706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNMz3ax5C1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/GOmHu4iMLso/s320/P8081769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247595593049156306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM0Y5CZqtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZTPMpw3Oq-U/s320/P8081770.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The following pictures are at Goofy's Kitchen, all the characters come visit you at your table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247596667651640130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM1XcPmS0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xqD0lH7NwtM/s320/P8081776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247600195324161106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM4kx2RLFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F4hnoAv3tQY/s320/P8081785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247600665792472450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM5AKep5YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1d5UQbqjawk/s320/P8081796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247602118685990082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM6Uu7dnMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wFFk6pq97jE/s320/P8081804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247603034680422562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM7KDRjcKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/y2I2UuGWmfE/s320/P8081806.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Maddy, Bryon, and Donald on the lady bug ride in the Bug's Life area of California Adventures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247603561819016322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM7ovBMDII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Zg8NdPQwIAg/s320/P8101825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Lightning McQueen in the Pixar Parade in California Adventures. This parade was awesome (new this year). It featured Cars, Monsters Inc. (which you can see int the background), Ratatouille, the Incredibles, Toy Story and More. The neat thing about this parade is that all the floats squirted water at you, the kids loved it and it felt nice on the warm days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247604253519991426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM8Q_zjUoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wYbK-0QYQZo/s320/P8101841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my favorite picture of all of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247605355411576354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM9RIq-liI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jI_pcy5dymc/s320/P8061757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had so much fun on this vacations. The kids love the rides and the characters, Donald especially loves the characters. His favorite one in particular and Bryon loves the Buzz Lightyear Astro Blaster ride. I can't wait to go again our family loves Disneyland.&lt;br /&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/6882152375741846189-4061160501539914661?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4061160501539914661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=4061160501539914661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4061160501539914661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4061160501539914661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-family-vacation.html' title='Our family vacation'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNMpQpN9bFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OI7ezEMC9TQ/s72-c/P8041552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-1282540297810689174</id><published>2008-08-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:16:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly but Surely it's finally over</title><content type='html'>So David and I have been fighting for a week or a little longer.  Yesterday, I took the advice of a good friend and sat down to talk to David I wanted to work my marriage out.  So, we talked for hours I told him I was sorry and that I wouldn't do the things to hurt him anymore.  Then he apologized and told me what he needed but on that list was move to San Diego.  Move to San Diego? I said.  He said yes our marriage doesn't work here because of his mother and his friends and nobody supports our marriage.  I told him his friends don't support our marriage because he blames everything on me, but truthfully I don't care what his friends think of me or anybody else really for that matter.  I can't move to San Diego my sons father will not let me I have been trying for five years I wanted to move down there to marry someone else before I met David and I wanted to move down there to be with my friends when David left two years ago.  My husband well for the short amount of time thinks that it will just magically change but it won't the answer is my sons dad won't let me go.  I want to move down there someday but it could be twelve years when my son is 18.  I told him im not going to live a year or six months or longer without my husband here to help me and support me.  I don't know why it doesn't matter to him to miss out on the kids growing up.  I told him if he leaves its over between us because I don't want a husband that I may see once a year and talk to on the phone occasionally.  I want a family and someone that will be here to help me and care and do family things with.  Well David is leaving for San Diego tomorrow so yesterday was the last time I will probably ever see him again.  It hurts me really bad knowing that my marriage is over and I thought that families were suppossed to be forever.  I don't understand why he would still go without his family, I don't understand why he cares so little about us.  Well I talked to him for about six hours telling him I couldn't go and that it's not fair that he would walk out on us again.  Well he is going I accept and understand but it hurts and I will miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-1282540297810689174?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1282540297810689174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=1282540297810689174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1282540297810689174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1282540297810689174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/sadly-but-surely-its-finally-over.html' title='Sadly but Surely it&apos;s finally over'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-982002186522572779</id><published>2008-08-12T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:06:48.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time of Trial</title><content type='html'>Well were back from vacation, we had fun well me donald and bryon did.  I'm having a very hard time right now.  On Tuesday David's son was acting very unruly and he lost rides at Disneyland so later that day at the hotel he cried for approximately three hours because he did not get his way.  I told David to discipline him because if were Donald or Bryon behaving that way they would still not be able to sit or walk I would have killed them.  Well David did nothing and I told him if his son can't behave then were sending him home to the babysitter, why should our vacation be ruined because David didn't want to come on vacation because grandma spoils wasn't there.  Well my husband threw just as big of a fit and said he was going to leave in the morning and that now we couldn't live together.  I told him that wasn't fair for the rest of us and he didn't care.  Then I replied if we can never live together why should we be married?  I was excited about moving and getting to be with my husband that I love so much.  Well, the next morning David got up packed all of his stuff and his sons and left well he said goodbye and I didn't approve of his behavior or the way David's son was being a cry baby and I let him know.  I told him I didn't want a hug goodbye that if he was leaving just to get out.  He left and took the train back to Fresno.  He just walked out on Donald, Bryon, and I.  I couldn't believe he abandoned his family and didn't even care.  Well now I don't know how to feel that's why I'm writing this to get my feelings out.  I was scared to drive home by myself and to take the kids to Disneyland by myself.  Later, I got onto his myspace and read some inappropriate emails that he had been writing to this girl that he had cheated with a couple years ago.  So, now he's cheating and found someone else why couldn't he just tell me before we left for vacation or before we started planning on moving.  I feel like he doesn't care and I don't know how to feel, I feel abandoned and I want to say I hate him but that's not the right thing to say.  I loved David with all my heart and now he's just gone.  He walked out on me on vacation and left us there with no concern whatsoever.  The only time he talked to me after he left was Saturday night just to say something sexual.  That made me feel like I was just a piece of meat and nothing else to him.  Now, I miss my husband and want him but then again I don't.  I'm not sure how to feel.  I don't trust him now he walked out on me in LA, what if he did that when we were moved out I would be homeless (my mom said once I move out I'm not coming back, it's david's responsibility to take care of us).  I forgave him for walking out on me when I was pregnant, I forgave him for cheating two years ago right before Donald was born but how can I just keep forgiving and him keep doing it.  How can I trust him again?  But, on the other hand how can our marriage and family be over if it is suppossed to be forever?  I'm confused and I am grateful for Kelly and Andy for letting us stay at their house over the weekend because I had no where to stay we were going to be staying with David's family.  I'm grateful for the blessings I have recieved and the people that helped comfort me when I needed help.  Thank you Jill and Todd for being concerned with us getting home safely.  I'm grateful for heavenly father for comforting me through this and helping me to cope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-982002186522572779?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/982002186522572779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=982002186522572779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/982002186522572779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/982002186522572779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-of-trial.html' title='A Time of Trial'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-8159409821292253669</id><published>2008-08-01T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:04:05.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>Last night I went with a few friends from church to the release of the book Breaking Dawn the fourth book to the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer. There were so many people there just waiting for the book to come out. I have not yet read the books but I wanted to get out after going through that little gallbladder instance that I went to. We waited tell midnight so that a few of the ladies could buy their books. Erika gave me the first book of the series to read Twilight it is pretty good I started it last night and I will have plenty of time to read on our way out of town for vacation that we are leaving for tomorrow. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of all of us in front of the riverpark sign: Erika, Katrina, me me, Stacy, Tracey, and Kresta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237419612326010802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK8NY2xbH7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/q_XJrzZuAu0/s320/Breaking+Dawn.jpg" border="0" /&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/6882152375741846189-8159409821292253669?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8159409821292253669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=8159409821292253669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/8159409821292253669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/8159409821292253669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK8NY2xbH7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/q_XJrzZuAu0/s72-c/Breaking+Dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-4886325874927482061</id><published>2008-07-30T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:55:27.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My gallbladder</title><content type='html'>Monday night was a very eventful one.  I was studying and completely stressed about my final which is tomorrow and I started having some really bad back pains so I decided to go to bed.  While in bed i had the back pain and then all of a sudden just really excrutiating back pain in my abdomen like 500 times worse then just cramps.  I took two advil and nothing but then I started having really bad pains in my chest and I couldn't breathe, I seriously thought I was having a heart attack or something.  My stepdad took me to the hospital and I was in triage right away where they checked my vitals heart was fine thank goodness and my oxygen level was a 100 percent.  The triage nurse said it was probably my gallbladder and i would need an iv.  This freaked me out more I'm scared to death of needles.  After about ten minutes of waiting I got into the er in a bed they gave me oxygen which hurt my nose and I didn't need but I don't think the nurse was very good.  Shortly after the triage nurse the good one came in and checked on me and got me ready for an iv in which I freaked out and cried and screamed; but he did take the oxygen off and said I didn't need it.  The good nurse then brought me some medicine benadryl, something for nausea, and morphine.  Thank goodness the pain stopped almost instantly and I was asleep before then finished giving me my medicine.  Oh yeah, they also drew lots of blood from the same poke as the iv so not bad (but it really was).  I had to have a chest exray and an ultrasound of my organs.  After all that they determined that I have rocks or gall stones in my gallbladder.  I guess I basically had a gallbladder attack from the yummy taco salad that I ate at lunch.  I have to eat a no fat diet especially fried foods until I can have my gallbladder removed.  So we asked about our family vacation that we leave for on sunday if I could still go and they said yes but no fat diet.  Oh man were going to disneyland, orange county, and san diego.  I love eating and this was my time to splurge on vacation because I dont when were home.  I was looking forward to a monte cristo at the blue bayou.  Oh well, I don't want to have that pain again.   I feel a bit better but not great.  I can barely move to eat or cook so I've been eating a lot of fruit.  The doctor prescribed vicadin for pain but I haven't taken any because I need to study for my final which is tomorrow.  I hope nobody ever has to go through this it is the worse pain I ever felt, even worse then childbirth (rember i'm scared of needles so labor was all natural no meds).  I'm at least glad i didn't have to stay in the hospital.  Bryon was scared and keep saying I don't want my mommy to die I want her to stay alive and he was crying.  I called him in the morning to tell him I was okay and I could hear in his voice that hearing from me really made him feel better.  Although, he did tell his grandmother on his fathers side that I had a heart attack luckily the babysitter clarified that it was a gallbladder attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-4886325874927482061?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4886325874927482061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=4886325874927482061&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4886325874927482061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4886325874927482061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-gallbladder.html' title='My gallbladder'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-6277291288417949717</id><published>2008-07-23T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:46:29.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald Brushing his teeth</title><content type='html'>Last night I gave Donald his tooth brush for the first time. He loved brushing his teeth , he thought it was great. He brushed his teeth for over a half an hour and cried when i told him that's enough lets turn the water off. I think he has the cleanest teeth ever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237414114384322018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK8IY1V-neI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AspwmiOSk0o/s320/P7221624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237414480356983858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK8IuIsqRDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CXfdrM_m03E/s320/P7221622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237414734389757426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK8I87CyxfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VVewrkYkx0A/s320/P7221623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237414932832804002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK8JIeTTXKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BqNclBOjOfI/s320/P7221625.JPG" border="0" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-6277291288417949717?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6277291288417949717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=6277291288417949717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/6277291288417949717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/6277291288417949717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/donald-brushing-his-teeth.html' title='Donald Brushing his teeth'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK8IY1V-neI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AspwmiOSk0o/s72-c/P7221624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-8776869682853676195</id><published>2008-07-17T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:18:51.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryon's first Loose Tooth</title><content type='html'>Last night Bryon lost his first tooth right before bed while brushing his teeth. He was so excited he came running in to show me. I told him to put it under his pillow, but he kept looking every second asking has the tooth fairy come yet, and no not yet. Well the tooth fairy didn't have and cash, so she had to dig around and find all the quarters on the bottom of her purse. So he got a $1.50. He was so excited this morning to have those six quarters. He showed everyone and he has another loose tooth the one right next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237113975697827058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK33admz5PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Kz8gJ_dOn8k/s320/P7161620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237114342313304226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK33vzWwIKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4aRj0R2RB8o/s320/P7161621.JPG" border="0" /&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/6882152375741846189-8776869682853676195?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8776869682853676195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=8776869682853676195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/8776869682853676195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/8776869682853676195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/bryons-first-loose-tooth.html' title='Bryon&apos;s first Loose Tooth'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK33admz5PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Kz8gJ_dOn8k/s72-c/P7161620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-2886188062724018432</id><published>2008-07-16T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:30:00.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had so much fun for the fourth of july. We had family and friends over. It was a day full of swimming, bbq, wii, cheesecake for my aunts birthday and we finished up with fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the kids swimming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223840954347212594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SH7Pq78AzzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rpqMBXNnM6o/s320/P7041531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bryon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223842916691150994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SH7RdKPRCJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HavQZRaodHU/s320/P7041534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Azaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223844446908783106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SH7S2OvlGgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QIEJbzKsdqM/s320/P7041532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryon playing boxing on the wii (please disregard my sister's messy room) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223845270490516098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SH7TmK0xCoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/z1IQYh-vbdg/s320/P7041549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azaria playing wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236380133894446274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SKtb_P2w3MI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6JnoBgCTkEs/s320/P7041544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My grandma and aunt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237033589126733714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK2uTWSwH5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/WkyUX2D99yk/s320/P7041537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the family eating dinner, my aunt, my mom, my stepdad George, and my uncle sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237034091240370946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK2uwkz-MwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kx2o4rJvrIY/s320/P7041538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nina and Azaria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237034586386160146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK2vNZX7WhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0V17lp_0iyo/s320/P7041541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Fireworks, some of the neighbors joined us for our fireworks Bryon was excited to have all of his friends there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237035740493036210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK2wQkwcurI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cWFQpQGWKhU/s320/P7041566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237036257082072434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK2wupM33XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aoPvayzgUnc/s320/P7041573.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237036762714728706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK2xME1F6QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6GYG6v8DGjM/s320/P7041610.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237037082008245474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SK2xeqSmVOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/udnSS60eQok/s320/P7041618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-2886188062724018432?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2886188062724018432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=2886188062724018432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2886188062724018432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2886188062724018432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SH7Pq78AzzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rpqMBXNnM6o/s72-c/P7041531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-5982387305144352407</id><published>2008-07-03T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:45:18.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>Last night we ate corn on the cobb for dinner. I just cut some off for Donald like I usually do. Well, last night he screamed and screamed because he wanted what we had so I gave him a bite of mine next thing I know it's no longer mine and he ate another one (two all together). I was pretty amazed and he had another one with dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219005536165659906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2h4jfzhQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XbY9OhbHVEo/s320/P7021522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223839360591781826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SH7OOKvG38I/AAAAAAAAAEs/s0KhbVjJuBA/s320/P7021525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-5982387305144352407?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5982387305144352407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=5982387305144352407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/5982387305144352407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/5982387305144352407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-new.html' title='Something new'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2h4jfzhQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XbY9OhbHVEo/s72-c/P7021522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-1625932718995816881</id><published>2008-07-03T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:02:48.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary and David's new bike</title><content type='html'>Our anniversary was on June 29th, we didn't do anything special really. David got a new bike because he was tired of paying for gas and the bike should be paid for in approximately nine weeks of not driving to work (David has been talking about getting a bike for months so you probably have heard all about it). David bought me a box off sees so all that weight he is losing I will be gaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the new bike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219003498785603538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2gB9qi_9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qYEwJtAaHJg/s320/P6281496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219004226960181410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2gsWU5SKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z12ZL96D6ho/s320/P6291503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy Anniversary David.&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/6882152375741846189-1625932718995816881?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1625932718995816881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=1625932718995816881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1625932718995816881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1625932718995816881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-anniversary-and-davids-new-bike.html' title='Our Anniversary and David&apos;s new bike'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2gB9qi_9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qYEwJtAaHJg/s72-c/P6281496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-4137451353378662385</id><published>2008-07-03T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:53:14.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watering</title><content type='html'>I went outside to water my plants and I put the hose and Donald's kiddie pool to wash it out. I walked to adjust the hose and when I turned around this is what I found. Notice what he is wearing in the pool and where he is watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999301116004450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2cNoIICGI/AAAAAAAAADk/oHDSbx8pmKY/s320/P6261477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999894390125506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2cwKPss8I/AAAAAAAAADs/P1qOSp_T1-c/s320/P6261476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to put the water in his pocket....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219001331962937586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2eD1nxAPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iLCRF41J3N0/s320/P6261494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He decided this mud needed a little more water (notice the flood in the background). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219000328865425490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2dJcyrqFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8S8h9TUhLF4/s320/P6261487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Unfortunately he wasn't done watering yet even though I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219000797007213458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2dkswYc5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZVhsLaN0nYg/s320/P6261491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-4137451353378662385?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4137451353378662385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=4137451353378662385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4137451353378662385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4137451353378662385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/watering.html' title='Watering'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2cNoIICGI/AAAAAAAAADk/oHDSbx8pmKY/s72-c/P6261477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-754043298323204278</id><published>2008-07-03T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:10:52.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside Play</title><content type='html'>My kids love playing outside and sometimes it's so much fun just to watch them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Bryon rollerblading, he has gotten pretty good and he really enjoys it. He started rollerblading when he was playing hockey so that he would learn to balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218993501381762258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2W8CbunNI/AAAAAAAAACs/9kVMkK0ESwk/s320/P6181443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218995656145238690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2Y5djX-qI/AAAAAAAAADE/bCFx3jrHJCM/s320/P6181448.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And here is Donald riding his quad, he's not very good at steering yet so he just goes in a straight line which ever way it's pointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218996176197844482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2ZXu5k_gI/AAAAAAAAADM/kgI9zxTh0GA/s320/P6181447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is pushing it and maybe putting it away (he does that a lot and gets done with it real fast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218997031414159874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2aJg1CWgI/AAAAAAAAADc/IGZURAfp1OQ/s320/P6181449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-754043298323204278?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/754043298323204278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=754043298323204278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/754043298323204278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/754043298323204278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/outside-play.html' title='Outside Play'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2W8CbunNI/AAAAAAAAACs/9kVMkK0ESwk/s72-c/P6181443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-7753152488116231118</id><published>2008-07-03T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:17:21.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Lunch (and nap)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2WGxvfIjI/AAAAAAAAACk/vFl02FGQ-AE/s1600-h/P6221464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218992586368164402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2WGxvfIjI/AAAAAAAAACk/vFl02FGQ-AE/s320/P6221464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every Sunday after church we usually come home and eat lunch and take a nap. We're all exhausted and hungry especially the kids since Donald is the only one that can eat a snack during church but i'm in the process of cutting him off now. So, Donald is starving and tired by the time we get home. Just about every Sunday he feels it necessary to fall asleep before he's done eating.  Donald wants to do them both at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-7753152488116231118?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7753152488116231118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=7753152488116231118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/7753152488116231118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/7753152488116231118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-lunch-and-nap.html' title='Sunday Lunch (and nap)'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SG2WGxvfIjI/AAAAAAAAACk/vFl02FGQ-AE/s72-c/P6221464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-4999295895519710437</id><published>2008-06-22T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:33:12.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryon's Mohawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today, I picked Bryon up from his dad's and when I got there he had a green mohawk. Im really disappointed because I told them that is not the modest way to look and we can't wear our hair like that to church. Well, this became a very good teaching moment when we got to the Dunnings. David asked Bryon do missionaries ever wear their hair like that? Bryon said no and realized that he shouldn't have his hair like that. Well, it won't be jelled spikey like below and it might possibly be shaved. He got a bit hysterical about that because Todd said it would be funny to video tape him singing i'm a child of god with his hair like that. I never got to video that because he was screaming and crying about something&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SF78bXKGnlI/AAAAAAAAACM/b62cJtm7LRo/s1600-h/P6221467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214882965544672850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SF78bXKGnlI/AAAAAAAAACM/b62cJtm7LRo/s320/P6221467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SF78xSmV4zI/AAAAAAAAACU/46mpCjJVXds/s1600-h/Copy+of+P6221468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214883342278058802" style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SF78xSmV4zI/AAAAAAAAACU/46mpCjJVXds/s320/Copy+of+P6221468.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SF79EsNre0I/AAAAAAAAACc/dqJdRH_t9SM/s1600-h/P6221470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214883675571452738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SF79EsNre0I/AAAAAAAAACc/dqJdRH_t9SM/s320/P6221470.JPG" border="0" /&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/6882152375741846189-4999295895519710437?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4999295895519710437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=4999295895519710437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4999295895519710437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/4999295895519710437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/bryons-mohawk.html' title='Bryon&apos;s Mohawk'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SF78bXKGnlI/AAAAAAAAACM/b62cJtm7LRo/s72-c/P6221467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-2558554949041014684</id><published>2008-06-17T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:17:44.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darnest things</title><content type='html'>Today Bryon said a few funny things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was looking for some Crayola markers and said mom where are all my markers.  I told him well it's your responsibility to keep track of your things and Donald probably got them so they probably hit the trash.  Mom as he was digging through his stuff to find a pen he said mom how come you have all these college pens, now I have to be in college because all we have are college pens.  It's a good thing I'm going to be in first grade they use all kinds of pens, but this is Kindergarten work (his summer homework) so I need Crayola.  Mom how come you don't buy Crayola you only by college pens? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I told Bryon to take a bath he said mom I can't take a bath my body hurts and my feet are killing me I can't do anything.  Where did he learn that my mom asked him, he said my mom says it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the things that come out of their mouths most of the time, sounding or trying to sound so grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-2558554949041014684?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2558554949041014684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=2558554949041014684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2558554949041014684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/2558554949041014684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids say the darnest things'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-3002899936075153587</id><published>2008-06-17T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:09:22.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald and his swimming lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Donald started swim lessons on the 9th and he really started off liking them. He has always loved the water. Ever since has learned how to crawl he heads for the pool whenever there is a chance. Now, that he runs I had to jump in the pool after him in the spring because he charges for the water and was too fast for me. I didn't really enjoy jumping in the pool with all my clothes (shoes too) in freezing cold water. I decided to give Donald swim lessons when I got the flier that swim america offers them for 8 1/2 hour sessions at the high school for 55.00 plus a family registration fee. It was approximately 84.00 so that was a bargain for me when i was looking in to them before it was a couple hundred dollars. Donald went for his fifth session yesterday and now he is scared it must be because they put him under the water so since it's a mom and me class, he clung to me and cried pretty much the whole time. After his swim lessons we went home and I have been swimming in our pool every evening because it's hot and refreshing and I'm gaining unwanted weight. Usually Donald will go in the pool with me and float in his crab but now he's scared and won't get near the pool (good or bad?). He just goes in the kids pool and splashes and then dumps water in the big pool but he won't get in it. So, now I feel like I wasted that money because I have come to the conclusion that he is not going to learn. If I wasn't so cheap I would have paid for Jan Thomas but I can't spend money like that when we just taught my older son Bryon and David at home. I thought you know if he just learns to swim to the edge that will save me an unwanted jump in the pool and an un needed change of clothes. I think he would have learned better if it weren't mom and me classes. Oh well, it was a learning experience for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of Donald at his first swim lesson (happy). I don't have any pictures of his swim lesson yesterday but I will try to get one this week for a before and after shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213004938069007506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFhQXxn13JI/AAAAAAAAABs/8lqpfnY3ZYo/s320/P6091430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFhSCS9ANsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RRiP8D05QpU/s1600-h/P6091436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213006768082269890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFhSCS9ANsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RRiP8D05QpU/s320/P6091436.JPG" border="0" /&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/6882152375741846189-3002899936075153587?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3002899936075153587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=3002899936075153587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/3002899936075153587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/3002899936075153587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/donald-and-his-swimming-lessons.html' title='Donald and his swimming lessons'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFhQXxn13JI/AAAAAAAAABs/8lqpfnY3ZYo/s72-c/P6091430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882152375741846189.post-1588349868069802476</id><published>2008-06-16T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:31:12.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Father's day, what a wonderful day to celebrate the men we love. After church (where they handed out candy bars but my Husband doesn't like chocolate, he gave it to me...yum) we went to my dad's house for a bbq. My grandmother and her husband Bob were there. We had a great time my dad is a wonderful man. It was fun but a bit sad because my sister wasn't there she refuses to see my dad because he wouldn't pay for something he said he would. She hasn't spoke to him in over six months. I don't understand how she can be so greedy and can't just forgive them. I have had much worse happen to me then that and I have forgiven them and now I know that I am truly blessed to have let those things go. The bbq was fun the kids had fun playing with the grandparents and great grandparents. I made a cheesecake and it was good (it even came out). For those of you that know me, cooking has just became something I really have enjoyed doing it since I became pregnant with Donald. I love to eat fancy food or I guess you could say really good or gourmet and I love to try new things. Well now that I'm learning to cook i'm saving a bundle and probably a bit healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we left my dad's we went to the Gilbert's and had dinner with their family and the Fisher's. I had to go pick up Bryon from his dad's so I didn't really spend much time there but it was David's day and he had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below, is a picture of Bob, me, my dad, and my grandma Marge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFblAjLQr2I/AAAAAAAAABU/fwsFrHIJaeo/s1600-h/P6151453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212605416333160290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFblAjLQr2I/AAAAAAAAABU/fwsFrHIJaeo/s320/P6151453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of David and the boys (Bryon, Donald, and David).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFg5_4Fa3iI/AAAAAAAAABc/WGCidB8klSs/s1600-h/P6151457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212980338231008802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFg5_4Fa3iI/AAAAAAAAABc/WGCidB8klSs/s320/P6151457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below is a pictue of the cheesecake I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFg6gU6ZM1I/AAAAAAAAABk/CxSJGspAhiY/s1600-h/P6151450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212980895725204306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFg6gU6ZM1I/AAAAAAAAABk/CxSJGspAhiY/s320/P6151450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just want to thank my Dad and David for being such wonderful fathers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882152375741846189-1588349868069802476?l=bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1588349868069802476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882152375741846189&amp;postID=1588349868069802476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1588349868069802476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882152375741846189/posts/default/1588349868069802476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bramwellbakerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598838910656385280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SNM3eTsUStI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1wZ8KOa2wo/S220/P8081776.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W40E4aFr05U/SFblAjLQr2I/AAAAAAAAABU/fwsFrHIJaeo/s72-c/P6151453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
