<?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-256666228352200731</id><updated>2011-12-21T09:49:26.590-07:00</updated><category term='husband'/><category term='funny kids'/><category term='Starting of Blog'/><category term='Rain'/><title type='text'>The Barnes Family</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is made to keep family and friends up to date on the Barnes family life and sometimes a personal journal for me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7855606473135200255</id><published>2011-12-21T09:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:49:26.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of our camping trip over Thanksgiving.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPFCFBrwyeo/TvIMuVm5EOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/uIlqMNHyaU4/s1600/IMG_0470%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688623269536141538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPFCFBrwyeo/TvIMuVm5EOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/uIlqMNHyaU4/s200/IMG_0470%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney was ok with the camping part but hated putting on all the layers. She didn't care how cold it was she didn't want to wear all the clothes. My sister bought each of my daughters a pair of gloves and matching hat when they were each born. Whitney is the only one that was able to wear all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0eHEfaJLGyk/TvIMuHcbasI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vmkB09Ku_xE/s1600/IMG_0453%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688623265734159042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0eHEfaJLGyk/TvIMuHcbasI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vmkB09Ku_xE/s200/IMG_0453%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whitney trying to eat Austin's hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIUZsaWQEpw/TvIMtIt5lDI/AAAAAAAAA8A/9kSQTR6_RsQ/s1600/IMG_0472%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688623248896005170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIUZsaWQEpw/TvIMtIt5lDI/AAAAAAAAA8A/9kSQTR6_RsQ/s200/IMG_0472%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William showing off his elk "bone" (antlers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyI5kFkfIOA/TvIMtMdoQfI/AAAAAAAAA7w/U5NDc--Ri0w/s1600/IMG_0466%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688623249901502962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyI5kFkfIOA/TvIMtMdoQfI/AAAAAAAAA7w/U5NDc--Ri0w/s200/IMG_0466%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrrO7dOX4C8/TvIMsxLOdfI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9jBorX5ymiM/s1600/IMG_0456%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688623242576557554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrrO7dOX4C8/TvIMsxLOdfI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9jBorX5ymiM/s200/IMG_0456%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how we got Whitney to sleep. We would take her for a walk in her stroller. At this time she liked to go to sleep in her swing but we didn't have room to pack it so this was the next best thing.&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/256666228352200731-7855606473135200255?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7855606473135200255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/camping-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7855606473135200255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7855606473135200255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/camping-pictures.html' title='Camping Pictures'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPFCFBrwyeo/TvIMuVm5EOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/uIlqMNHyaU4/s72-c/IMG_0470%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3429814966367791321</id><published>2011-11-30T09:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:11:48.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Little Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUa-XpaN-Zk/TtZfVHuBC9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/adDcu5FZfug/s1600/Covered%2BWagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680832796428405714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUa-XpaN-Zk/TtZfVHuBC9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/adDcu5FZfug/s200/Covered%2BWagon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I now know why the pioneers were able to settle places like St. George or Mesa with out Air Conditioning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I decided to tag-a-long on Lyle's Elk hunt this year. It was over the Thanksgiving holiday so I knew that it would be colder than the other times that we have gone camping. We packed layers of clothes but we still froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the pioneers, I NEVER want to be that cold again. The wind would blow and it felt like it went right through your jacket. I can't imagine having to cross a frozen river or be run out of your house in the middle of a snow storm. I do know how cold I was and how cold the baby was. At one point Jared's lips were blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyttOkNAB6I/TtZfVELrSBI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/h-R7sAJsq9o/s1600/Pop%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680832795479066642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyttOkNAB6I/TtZfVELrSBI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/h-R7sAJsq9o/s200/Pop%2Bup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We do have some help. A while back Lyle's mom offered for us to buy her pop-up trailer from her. We took her up on the offer and have gone camping in the trailer a couple of times. I would not have gone with Lyle if we did not have it. It has a heater in it and we would turn it on and run it a couple of cycles before turning it off for the night. Then in the morning we would turn it on before anyone got ready and run it so that the trailer was warm to get dress in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lyle and I go camping he does all the cooking while I get the little kids ready for the day and keep them warm. Because we were tagging along Lyle would leave camp early and not come back until after lunch for a quick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; and then be gone again until after dark. Austin really stepped up and would start the water for hot chocolate and get the fire going. Josie would also hold Whitney so I could make the meals. Friday morning I was making breakfast and William was so cold he was crying at my side. I told him to go see Joey so she could get him warm but he just wanted me. I informed him I was making breakfast and couldn't pick him up. After a couple of minutes he turned to me and said. "Mom, you need to make me happy!" I couldn't help but laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-3429814966367791321?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3429814966367791321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-little-understanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3429814966367791321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3429814966367791321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-little-understanding.html' title='I Little Understanding'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUa-XpaN-Zk/TtZfVHuBC9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/adDcu5FZfug/s72-c/Covered%2BWagon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5816529148643908874</id><published>2011-11-04T09:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:54:39.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Halloween this year we went to our church's trunk-or-treat party.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WmHZIvWwTfE/TrQYCMOx0-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/VV0o1gnf7GE/s1600/IMG_0424%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671184256688313314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WmHZIvWwTfE/TrQYCMOx0-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/VV0o1gnf7GE/s200/IMG_0424%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared went as his Grandpa Sauls (complete with the Mt. Dew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn3siHoZOBM/TrQX2eb9TcI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rX_lTwcctVA/s1600/IMG_0423%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671184055416999362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn3siHoZOBM/TrQX2eb9TcI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rX_lTwcctVA/s200/IMG_0423%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin was an army guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR4UVkmPS6w/TrQX1enDxMI/AAAAAAAAA6E/w1mpRJelAhM/s1600/IMG_0422%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671184038283691202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR4UVkmPS6w/TrQX1enDxMI/AAAAAAAAA6E/w1mpRJelAhM/s200/IMG_0422%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josie went as a witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLWhbuE2aJ8/TrQX0V0dhTI/AAAAAAAAA54/PFwFg4e7oNs/s1600/IMG_0420%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671184018744116530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLWhbuE2aJ8/TrQX0V0dhTI/AAAAAAAAA54/PFwFg4e7oNs/s200/IMG_0420%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whitney was a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WToIXhJF32M/TrQXzmDjlZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CGlWMa2SYzk/s1600/IMG_0419%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671184005922526610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WToIXhJF32M/TrQXzmDjlZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CGlWMa2SYzk/s200/IMG_0419%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna was a cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sF9yH5owFcQ/TrQXzCGrj7I/AAAAAAAAA5g/qk-g6sjO4Jk/s1600/IMG_0418%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671183996271955890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sF9yH5owFcQ/TrQXzCGrj7I/AAAAAAAAA5g/qk-g6sjO4Jk/s200/IMG_0418%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William was Bob the Builder.&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/256666228352200731-5816529148643908874?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5816529148643908874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5816529148643908874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5816529148643908874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WmHZIvWwTfE/TrQYCMOx0-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/VV0o1gnf7GE/s72-c/IMG_0424%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-4633371243396860571</id><published>2011-11-04T09:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:46:37.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GETjnpFxhk8/TrQVpNjbu3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/PBOIjL96r9w/s1600/IMG_0408%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671181628523395954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GETjnpFxhk8/TrQVpNjbu3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/PBOIjL96r9w/s200/IMG_0408%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having an old truck means that Lyle does a lot of the work himself. Before we had kids I would be out helping him by holding the light or handing him tools. The whole time I would be helping him I would be thinking about everything that needs to be done inside the house. After I had the kids I told him that they are his help. The kids are finally starting to get old enough to help. Austin hates getting dirty and would rather not work on the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1zumOKSzw0/TrQVoOd0TcI/AAAAAAAAA5I/loDO8T1Z7JE/s1600/IMG_0407%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671181611588406722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1zumOKSzw0/TrQVoOd0TcI/AAAAAAAAA5I/loDO8T1Z7JE/s200/IMG_0407%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie is to busy with school work to help, so packing the bearings fell to Jared. He LOVED to get in there and get his hands dirty. Lyle said he did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0G5OI0WzzHI/TrQVntp8CbI/AAAAAAAAA48/7VeheLRAsLY/s1600/IMG_0406%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671181602780875186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0G5OI0WzzHI/TrQVntp8CbI/AAAAAAAAA48/7VeheLRAsLY/s200/IMG_0406%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-4633371243396860571?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4633371243396860571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/helping-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4633371243396860571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4633371243396860571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/helping-dad.html' title='Helping Dad'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GETjnpFxhk8/TrQVpNjbu3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/PBOIjL96r9w/s72-c/IMG_0408%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7918472071342507674</id><published>2011-11-04T09:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:38:24.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whitney is getting so big! I keep forgetting how big they get so fast. Yesterday she rolled all over my family room but ended up under my chair many times.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ik4zS9NWrg/TrQT8Z6FkQI/AAAAAAAAA4w/rnZP8IXEWdQ/s1600/IMG_0404%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671179759233896706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ik4zS9NWrg/TrQT8Z6FkQI/AAAAAAAAA4w/rnZP8IXEWdQ/s200/IMG_0404%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you wish you could be this flexible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EtbsN-2cUg/TrQT8DgnVhI/AAAAAAAAA4k/gWVIav2Uj5o/s1600/IMG_0390%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671179753221477906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EtbsN-2cUg/TrQT8DgnVhI/AAAAAAAAA4k/gWVIav2Uj5o/s200/IMG_0390%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her favorite place to be while I am cooking dinner. It is a Johnny Jumper that she jumps in and spins around. Her legs start pumping before we can get her in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-7918472071342507674?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7918472071342507674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/growing-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7918472071342507674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7918472071342507674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/growing-little-girl.html' title='Growing Little Girl'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ik4zS9NWrg/TrQT8Z6FkQI/AAAAAAAAA4w/rnZP8IXEWdQ/s72-c/IMG_0404%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-264346992983184203</id><published>2011-11-04T09:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:32:23.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years Old! Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eX37DgMD9TQ/TrQSQW5kelI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/9nkqzCYOWog/s1600/IMG_0403%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671177903000549970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eX37DgMD9TQ/TrQSQW5kelI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/9nkqzCYOWog/s200/IMG_0403%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared turned 10 this year. He has really grown up the last year. He has worked hard in school this year. I do not need to remind him to do ALL of his homework and he has studied so well he got Honor Roll this last quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his birthday was approaching he asked if I could just give him money that he could put toward buying himself a DS, just like Austin did. Lyle and I thought that he has done so well that we got him a DS light for his birthday. He is one HAPPY boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdrNuAVhLA0/TrQSP_wYJ8I/AAAAAAAAA4M/kLom5er9TyY/s1600/IMG_0401%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671177896787978178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdrNuAVhLA0/TrQSP_wYJ8I/AAAAAAAAA4M/kLom5er9TyY/s200/IMG_0401%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to get his cake they only had a Halloween cake left so he had them take off the plastic "Happy Halloween" and replace it with "Happy Birthday Jared". He had them leave the ghosts and skeletons on, he thought the were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/256666228352200731-264346992983184203?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/264346992983184203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-years-old-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/264346992983184203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/264346992983184203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-years-old-already.html' title='10 Years Old! Already!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eX37DgMD9TQ/TrQSQW5kelI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/9nkqzCYOWog/s72-c/IMG_0403%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-4313976664389251317</id><published>2011-11-04T09:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:25:07.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josie is 12!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--DHATXq0eLs/TrQQbngj7sI/AAAAAAAAA4A/1EVB_MmwdGA/s1600/IMG_0387%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671175897414364866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--DHATXq0eLs/TrQQbngj7sI/AAAAAAAAA4A/1EVB_MmwdGA/s200/IMG_0387%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie turned 12 this year! She has started Young Woman's and is already passing things off in her Personal Progress book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are getting older now so I let them pick what they want for dessert. Lyle always gets pumpkin pie for his birthday and I like ice cream sundaes. Josie decided to have Key lime pie. It was very yummy and no one complained about he change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9jMfy6Xg5I/TrQQaibCCQI/AAAAAAAAA30/7FE5OPPni9o/s1600/IMG_0413%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671175878869125378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9jMfy6Xg5I/TrQQaibCCQI/AAAAAAAAA30/7FE5OPPni9o/s200/IMG_0413%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie also wanted to ride a horse for her birthday. She did this a couple of years ago for her birthday but we had a rough time getting with Lyle's boss to have her ride his horse. Since that time my BFF moved to and back from Idaho and got horses. I got with her and Josie enjoyed riding the horses by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TMIy6yzrZE/TrQQaLPuFuI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NXlYo5kShqU/s1600/IMG_0410%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671175872647665378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TMIy6yzrZE/TrQQaLPuFuI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NXlYo5kShqU/s200/IMG_0410%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also wanted a volleyball. I guess it is the new thing at the school. I think she had a great birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-4313976664389251317?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4313976664389251317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/josie-is-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4313976664389251317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4313976664389251317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/josie-is-12.html' title='Josie is 12!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--DHATXq0eLs/TrQQbngj7sI/AAAAAAAAA4A/1EVB_MmwdGA/s72-c/IMG_0387%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6824629317569450023</id><published>2011-10-05T12:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:35:43.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Will Not Do That Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7-bgLvnQIg/ToyvLxTzQ4I/AAAAAAAAA3g/MZDesos_h3A/s1600/IMG_0368%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660091448447681410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7-bgLvnQIg/ToyvLxTzQ4I/AAAAAAAAA3g/MZDesos_h3A/s200/IMG_0368%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was making lunch for the kids and William was "helping". After taking the pot off the stove top I turned around to put it on the counter top. William decided to make a drum out of the stove top. (The one time I forgot to remind him that is was hot) He starting SCREAMING right away (you would too, just look at the pictures). It took me over a hour to calm him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YgXazAJJoRY/ToyvLnwchWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/69HbJW33yUA/s1600/IMG_0369%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660091445883471202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YgXazAJJoRY/ToyvLnwchWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/69HbJW33yUA/s200/IMG_0369%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran his hand under cold water for about 10 minutes and then wrapped it in gauze and a wet paper towel until Lyle got home from work. When Lyle took him to the pharmacy the pharmacies told us to take him to the ER. She obviously doesn't have kids, has GREAT insurance, and/or has never been to girls camp. We just kept it wrapped for about 5 days and changed the gauze 2 times a day. (These pictures were taken the morning after he did it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojqkwF86gXw/ToyvLZqadxI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/GP2ZmyDDKLw/s1600/IMG_0377%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660091442100074258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojqkwF86gXw/ToyvLZqadxI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/GP2ZmyDDKLw/s200/IMG_0377%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are taken a week later. The human body is so AMAZING! He is healing great and enjoys picking off the dead skin (it is defiantly feeling better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really funny is that now when I take something off the stove top or out of the oven he leaves the room. Lesson learned I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yVV0LcHgQ8/ToyvLPDpsEI/AAAAAAAAA3I/J2VDA7p46GY/s1600/IMG_0378%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660091439253139522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yVV0LcHgQ8/ToyvLPDpsEI/AAAAAAAAA3I/J2VDA7p46GY/s200/IMG_0378%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/256666228352200731-6824629317569450023?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6824629317569450023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-will-not-do-that-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6824629317569450023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6824629317569450023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-will-not-do-that-again.html' title='He Will Not Do That Again'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7-bgLvnQIg/ToyvLxTzQ4I/AAAAAAAAA3g/MZDesos_h3A/s72-c/IMG_0368%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3741663613555404186</id><published>2011-10-05T12:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:23:21.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canned Peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhOPeFecZPI/Toytu5KcK_I/AAAAAAAAA3A/90bgkKGfxyw/s1600/IMG_0365%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660089852828068850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhOPeFecZPI/Toytu5KcK_I/AAAAAAAAA3A/90bgkKGfxyw/s200/IMG_0365%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So a couple of weeks after canning pears for the first time I tried my hand at canning peaches. Both were about the same for canning and easier than I thought they would be. I ended up canning 30 quarts of peaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlOEDK2uXR0/Toytujm-ICI/AAAAAAAAA24/EnIJ4zZHI-c/s1600/IMG_0364%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660089847042154530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlOEDK2uXR0/Toytujm-ICI/AAAAAAAAA24/EnIJ4zZHI-c/s200/IMG_0364%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love feeling like I am helping the family and that I know that I can do it. The peaches and pears all look so pretty sitting next to each other on my shelves just waiting to be eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another plus side is that the kids are eating more fruit. They always ask if this was the fruit that I canned. &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/256666228352200731-3741663613555404186?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3741663613555404186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/canned-peaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3741663613555404186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3741663613555404186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/canned-peaches.html' title='Canned Peaches'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhOPeFecZPI/Toytu5KcK_I/AAAAAAAAA3A/90bgkKGfxyw/s72-c/IMG_0365%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1196160578000644207</id><published>2011-09-22T10:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:34:43.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canning for Dummies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have never canned a day in my life. I don't remember ever seeing my Mom can. I decided that I would try my hand at canning. While I was waiting for the peaches to come in a friend had a problem with the storage of some pears. She knew that I wanted to can so she offered them to me. After asking her a ton of questions, asking my sister-in-law more questions, and researching on You Tube I was ready to go.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksOlJR1LQAI/TntwYSRYw9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/LvpdRNjOHEE/s1600/IMG_0363%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655237319617725394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksOlJR1LQAI/TntwYSRYw9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/LvpdRNjOHEE/s200/IMG_0363%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was able to make 12 quarts and they turned out great! I can't wait for the peaches next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LL6IrLvBoSg/TntwYAIAbpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/hE_Slt-ktxA/s1600/IMG_0362%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655237314746543762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LL6IrLvBoSg/TntwYAIAbpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/hE_Slt-ktxA/s200/IMG_0362%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I did a good job for my first time. We will be eating some tonight for dinner.&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/256666228352200731-1196160578000644207?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1196160578000644207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/canning-for-dummies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1196160578000644207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1196160578000644207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/canning-for-dummies.html' title='Canning for Dummies'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksOlJR1LQAI/TntwYSRYw9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/LvpdRNjOHEE/s72-c/IMG_0363%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2455450878493202615</id><published>2011-09-22T10:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:45.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jareds Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pz1rJnUXa58/Tnttg4OdX3I/AAAAAAAAA2g/_Nju022irvs/s1600/IMG_0349%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655234168710061938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pz1rJnUXa58/Tnttg4OdX3I/AAAAAAAAA2g/_Nju022irvs/s200/IMG_0349%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared is REALLY hard on his glasses. On Sundays during church I will do some adjustments and cleaning of his glasses. When we went in this year to get new glasses I asked them to adjust his old ones. While she was adjusting them the broke in two. She told me that if I payed for new lenses she would replace the frames. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgfAVZEixh8/TnttgrmdTxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9w3QE-epsjY/s1600/IMG_0348%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655234165321060114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgfAVZEixh8/TnttgrmdTxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9w3QE-epsjY/s200/IMG_0348%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good investment at he broke his new glasses (see picture) a couple of weeks ago and had to wear the ones that broke in the doctors office and we bought new lenses for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YDKK7C9ytQ/Tnttgb7MiMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/z0W45k-5za8/s1600/IMG_0347%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655234161113073858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YDKK7C9ytQ/Tnttgb7MiMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/z0W45k-5za8/s200/IMG_0347%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just hope that these will last until we can get him into the doctor at the beginning of the year. Thank goodness Lyle's insurance cover new glasses (frames and lenses) every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-2455450878493202615?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2455450878493202615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/jareds-glasses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2455450878493202615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2455450878493202615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/jareds-glasses.html' title='Jareds Glasses'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pz1rJnUXa58/Tnttg4OdX3I/AAAAAAAAA2g/_Nju022irvs/s72-c/IMG_0349%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5462258724714892870</id><published>2011-09-22T10:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:14:41.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Thumb Sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruMBOLY6NLw/TntsLWfYvsI/AAAAAAAAA2I/V1N8N5keeOY/s1600/IMG_0344%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655232699365375682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruMBOLY6NLw/TntsLWfYvsI/AAAAAAAAA2I/V1N8N5keeOY/s200/IMG_0344%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both Jared and William were thumb suckers. Jared stopped about the time he started school but William is still sucking his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KJ3wUlLxR0/TntsLJwbdWI/AAAAAAAAA2A/bihWkbnnzhA/s1600/IMG_0343%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655232695947195746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KJ3wUlLxR0/TntsLJwbdWI/AAAAAAAAA2A/bihWkbnnzhA/s200/IMG_0343%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I took these pictures of Whitney. She does this at night and keeps herself asleep throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DecW787VlMQ/TntsK44oD-I/AAAAAAAAA14/v_-a9NqIpsw/s1600/IMG_0342%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655232691418173410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DecW787VlMQ/TntsK44oD-I/AAAAAAAAA14/v_-a9NqIpsw/s200/IMG_0342%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I will save money and not need to buy pacifiers.&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/256666228352200731-5462258724714892870?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5462258724714892870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-thumb-sucker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5462258724714892870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5462258724714892870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-thumb-sucker.html' title='Another Thumb Sucker'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruMBOLY6NLw/TntsLWfYvsI/AAAAAAAAA2I/V1N8N5keeOY/s72-c/IMG_0344%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2950612988508335052</id><published>2011-09-22T09:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:09:13.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2011-2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FF3Ezegdz5k/Tntrqw2YIVI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pj_7UmBWAcE/s1600/IMG_0330%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655232139505443154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FF3Ezegdz5k/Tntrqw2YIVI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pj_7UmBWAcE/s200/IMG_0330%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcbflO2Y5BU/Tntp_xKa6VI/AAAAAAAAA1o/aQ4yhV8BYmk/s1600/IMG_0332%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655230301343508818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcbflO2Y5BU/Tntp_xKa6VI/AAAAAAAAA1o/aQ4yhV8BYmk/s200/IMG_0332%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that I am a month late but here are the pictures of my Elementary School kids heading off to their first day of school. Even thought William did not start school he wanted his picture taken also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iYTc0Lj8FM/Tntp_tBlz7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/DIL71_LMn5I/s1600/IMG_0333%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655230300232732594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iYTc0Lj8FM/Tntp_tBlz7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/DIL71_LMn5I/s200/IMG_0333%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86L7yDjsSD8/Tntp_c7tI4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/FFBxpsNWPos/s1600/IMG_0331%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655230295913079682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86L7yDjsSD8/Tntp_c7tI4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/FFBxpsNWPos/s200/IMG_0331%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-2950612988508335052?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2950612988508335052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school-2011-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2950612988508335052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2950612988508335052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school-2011-2012.html' title='First Day of School 2011-2012'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FF3Ezegdz5k/Tntrqw2YIVI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pj_7UmBWAcE/s72-c/IMG_0330%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5290340452449687747</id><published>2011-09-22T09:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:59:05.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austin turned 14 this year. He is getting taller and his voice is changing. He will go up to people that we know and see if he is taller than them yet. He is VERY close to passing me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year he joined swim team. He has not fat on him so he is getting more defined muscles and tan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture of my &lt;em&gt;WHITE&lt;/em&gt; arm against his back.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvtyE73Jo8E/Tntnrw08NZI/AAAAAAAAA1I/tQTJCeRumzs/s1600/IMG_0359%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655227758632777106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvtyE73Jo8E/Tntnrw08NZI/AAAAAAAAA1I/tQTJCeRumzs/s200/IMG_0359%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also joined JROTC. Don't tell my brother that he was very upset that it was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Navy JROTC and he wanted the Air Force. Got to LOVE a guy in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fm6tfePEPIg/TntnrtlrfcI/AAAAAAAAA1A/BT7C4fvr6pM/s1600/IMG_0361%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655227757763460546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fm6tfePEPIg/TntnrtlrfcI/AAAAAAAAA1A/BT7C4fvr6pM/s200/IMG_0361%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spirit day at school. "Nerd Day". He is really enjoying High School life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wzozk-Z_7U/TntnrZiQhRI/AAAAAAAAA04/IlYY1AdB9vk/s1600/IMG_0346%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655227752380400914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wzozk-Z_7U/TntnrZiQhRI/AAAAAAAAA04/IlYY1AdB9vk/s200/IMG_0346%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/256666228352200731-5290340452449687747?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5290340452449687747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-about-austin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5290340452449687747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5290340452449687747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-about-austin.html' title='All About Austin'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvtyE73Jo8E/Tntnrw08NZI/AAAAAAAAA1I/tQTJCeRumzs/s72-c/IMG_0359%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-4896755350793708051</id><published>2011-09-08T09:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:34:21.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Woman Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ALUSqusoBk/TmjuP4YaVUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/dvLjH9H_7xk/s1600/IMG_0355%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650027689136510274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ALUSqusoBk/TmjuP4YaVUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/dvLjH9H_7xk/s200/IMG_0355%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vwt8taFSpQ/TmjshMUPU-I/AAAAAAAAA0o/98CrzM-uTzs/s1600/IMG_0354%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650025787522241506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vwt8taFSpQ/TmjshMUPU-I/AAAAAAAAA0o/98CrzM-uTzs/s200/IMG_0354%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last March I found this recipe in my "Family Fun" magazine. I thought they looked cool but also realized that they had all the Young Woman Value colors in them. I kept the recipe knowing that I would make them for the Young Woman for Birthday Sunday (The one Sunday a month that we celebrate all the Young Woman's birthdays for the month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started planning this years Young Woman in Excellence (This is the opportunity for the girls to showcase what they have been doing in their Personal Progress Books for the last year), and I was put in charge of refreshments. I knew I had to make these cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvlWL3zCKKs/TmjsgS4bmMI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/uluCEqOQMZ8/s1600/IMG_0357%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650025772104784066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvlWL3zCKKs/TmjsgS4bmMI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/uluCEqOQMZ8/s200/IMG_0357%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were a little more time consuming than I thought they would be but they turned out so cute. I topped them off with Cool Whip and gold sugar crystals.&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/256666228352200731-4896755350793708051?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4896755350793708051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/young-woman-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4896755350793708051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4896755350793708051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/young-woman-cupcakes.html' title='Young Woman Cupcakes'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ALUSqusoBk/TmjuP4YaVUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/dvLjH9H_7xk/s72-c/IMG_0355%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-8826165742569911521</id><published>2011-09-01T10:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:50:07.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Feed Her Too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1Tmiyfz2Ho/Tl_EDOjkBtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ibe_zrpW4gE/s1600/IMG_0237%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647448017471801042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1Tmiyfz2Ho/Tl_EDOjkBtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ibe_zrpW4gE/s200/IMG_0237%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I got home from the hospital with Whitney William watched me nurse her. The way he was looking at me I though, "How am I going to inform him that he can't eat the same way?" I found out soon enough that HE wanted to nurse Whitney. He would lift up his shirt and say, "I want to feed her." We gave him the chance just to see what he would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtsI_SgmvHg/Tl_EC-CAu9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/7mMOF9pCtbQ/s1600/IMG_0236%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647448013036108754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtsI_SgmvHg/Tl_EC-CAu9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/7mMOF9pCtbQ/s200/IMG_0236%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good laugh at him trying to feed his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPk4TmSJI30/Tl_EClf1s2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Q_XWKkllG3w/s1600/IMG_0235%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647448006450328418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPk4TmSJI30/Tl_EClf1s2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Q_XWKkllG3w/s200/IMG_0235%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's ask to taste my mommies milk so one time while I was pumping I let him taste some. He has not asked since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a good helper with her. He also is a great "Big Brother". When he wants to do something on his own he will tell us, "I do it! I a big brother!" We've had many spills of milk and lemonade to clean up but I am very happy that he is doing it on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-8826165742569911521?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8826165742569911521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-feed-her-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8826165742569911521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8826165742569911521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-feed-her-too.html' title='I Want to Feed Her Too.'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1Tmiyfz2Ho/Tl_EDOjkBtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ibe_zrpW4gE/s72-c/IMG_0237%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-125122061645842510</id><published>2011-08-11T09:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:35:06.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney's Blessing</title><content type='html'>Whitney was blessed on Sunday, August 7, 2011. My sister-in-law made her blessing dress. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_683YiqSz1I/TkQC6c_7R_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/kcoDedORcO8/s1600/IMG_0288%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639635836614690802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_683YiqSz1I/TkQC6c_7R_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/kcoDedORcO8/s200/IMG_0288%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I told my sister-in-law that Lyle and I were expecting a girl the first thing out of her mouth was "I am going to make her blessing dress!" Then she congratulated us. It is a beautiful dress and she looked very cute in it. This picture was taken a month ago but on the day of the blessing I took the dress with us and put it on her right before church started. She kept it on and didn't scream through her blessing (shocking) but as soon as Lyle gave her back to me she WAILED! I took her outside and took the dress off. She was hot. She didn't put the dress back on. I think this Sunday I will put it back on her and take a picture with Lyle holding her and then with both of us and act like they were all taken on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her to the doctor on Tuesday and she now weights 11 lbs 12 oz and is 24 inches long. I am try to figure out were my baby went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-125122061645842510?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/125122061645842510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/whitneys-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/125122061645842510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/125122061645842510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/whitneys-blessing.html' title='Whitney&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_683YiqSz1I/TkQC6c_7R_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/kcoDedORcO8/s72-c/IMG_0288%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7409730130248034300</id><published>2011-07-19T17:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:21:31.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>William is 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo-k9AWdi44/TiYepZqEFdI/AAAAAAAAAzo/0PydWgB98uE/s1600/IMG_0320%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631222080684168658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo-k9AWdi44/TiYepZqEFdI/AAAAAAAAAzo/0PydWgB98uE/s200/IMG_0320%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby boy is 3 years old. This little man is very opinionated and will let you know what he wants and what he doesn't want. He has an obsession with the Disney movie Cars. Lyle took him to see Cars 2 for his birthday and he got a new cars scooter for his b-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0TrDZ3QhFc/TiYepG6JBII/AAAAAAAAAzg/U1jt3cx2yG0/s1600/IMG_0322%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631222075651327106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0TrDZ3QhFc/TiYepG6JBII/AAAAAAAAAzg/U1jt3cx2yG0/s200/IMG_0322%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy is getting so big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-7409730130248034300?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7409730130248034300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/william-is-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7409730130248034300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7409730130248034300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/william-is-3.html' title='William is 3'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo-k9AWdi44/TiYepZqEFdI/AAAAAAAAAzo/0PydWgB98uE/s72-c/IMG_0320%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5741090249750478272</id><published>2011-07-19T17:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:16:30.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney, One month old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe how fast time flies. Whitney is already one month old!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIYHXSfqFwc/TiYdx6TD8bI/AAAAAAAAAzY/T0yptJfIjho/s1600/IMG_0316%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221127373386162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIYHXSfqFwc/TiYdx6TD8bI/AAAAAAAAAzY/T0yptJfIjho/s200/IMG_0316%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At her one month appointment she weighted 9lb 12oz and was 22 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw0Sgl5GCUY/TiYdxhJ6apI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/g5tnMI11TOI/s1600/IMG_0294%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221120624126610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw0Sgl5GCUY/TiYdxhJ6apI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/g5tnMI11TOI/s200/IMG_0294%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is such a joy to our family.&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/256666228352200731-5741090249750478272?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5741090249750478272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/whitney-one-month-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5741090249750478272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5741090249750478272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/whitney-one-month-old.html' title='Whitney, One month old'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIYHXSfqFwc/TiYdx6TD8bI/AAAAAAAAAzY/T0yptJfIjho/s72-c/IMG_0316%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-9040351400376064217</id><published>2011-07-19T16:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:10:31.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cImcQrr9MW4/TiYbhcIajdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gcX-_ylgliE/s1600/IMG_0279%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218645374504402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cImcQrr9MW4/TiYbhcIajdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gcX-_ylgliE/s200/IMG_0279%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If remember earlier that for Valentines Day my husband installed one of the toilets that we gave each other for Christmas into the kids bathroom. For my Birthday he installed one into our bathroom and updated the flooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2nuO3r9o8o/TiYbhEyq1nI/AAAAAAAAAzA/8L_AR9AJbIc/s1600/IMG_0280%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218639109281394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2nuO3r9o8o/TiYbhEyq1nI/AAAAAAAAAzA/8L_AR9AJbIc/s200/IMG_0280%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to try his had and laying the tile on the angle. It took longer but I think it turned out GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2teDnAUfedg/TiYbgmRV3EI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3B1P8fc6BRo/s1600/IMG_0171%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218630916430914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2teDnAUfedg/TiYbgmRV3EI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3B1P8fc6BRo/s200/IMG_0171%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very blessed to have a husband that is so talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are the before pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zY4tfrcV0zw/TiYbgnrXBDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/GaPQ5hNMRNo/s1600/IMG_0170%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218631293994034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zY4tfrcV0zw/TiYbgnrXBDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/GaPQ5hNMRNo/s200/IMG_0170%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqbZmlm1KIQ/TiYbgBG-YCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FJP5HORazqA/s1600/IMG_0280%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-9040351400376064217?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9040351400376064217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9040351400376064217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9040351400376064217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cImcQrr9MW4/TiYbhcIajdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gcX-_ylgliE/s72-c/IMG_0279%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-551238802729328018</id><published>2011-07-06T11:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:37:21.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newest Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6S8aol4ekc/ThSq1wjfd1I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ru0xi5ayVAc/s1600/IMG_0226%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626309675036145490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6S8aol4ekc/ThSq1wjfd1I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ru0xi5ayVAc/s200/IMG_0226%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whitney LeeRetta Barnes was born on Monday, June 6, 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbAlYKh76aw/ThSq1lDuAaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/fAMHT-3RBJE/s1600/IMG_0224%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626309671950090658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbAlYKh76aw/ThSq1lDuAaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/fAMHT-3RBJE/s200/IMG_0224%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She weighted 6lb 7oz and was 21 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_nCtdE5gzI/ThSq1TH1ijI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/GoA7BhNhVYc/s1600/IMG_0222%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626309667135523378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_nCtdE5gzI/ThSq1TH1ijI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/GoA7BhNhVYc/s200/IMG_0222%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everything went well with the delivery and she is a welcome addition to our family.&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/256666228352200731-551238802729328018?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/551238802729328018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-newest-addition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/551238802729328018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/551238802729328018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our Newest Addition'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6S8aol4ekc/ThSq1wjfd1I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ru0xi5ayVAc/s72-c/IMG_0226%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1944720027015992479</id><published>2011-07-06T11:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:32:30.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna turns 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxfSMcum3aA/ThSoQcPfWEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bUW1F30FBro/s1600/IMG_0212%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626306834905126978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxfSMcum3aA/ThSoQcPfWEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bUW1F30FBro/s200/IMG_0212%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna turned 7 this year. Her Dad and brothers went on the Fathers and Sons outing on her birthday so we had a big "Girls Weekend". This including picking Josie and Anna up from school (the last day, which was a half day). We went to Sonic for lunch and Cold Stone for dessert. We then rented a movie that Anna picked out and came home to watch it. We then went to ATS's Promotion Ceremony as I was PTO President this year and had to present the scholarships. We then went to Big Apple for Dinner. In the morning we got up and had Duncan Donuts for breakfast and attended my Sister-in-Law's baby shower. On our way home we stopped at the store and Anna picked out her cake and ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzt0Rvqezbc/ThSoQDr2ozI/AAAAAAAAAyA/0GGDo7B3KcQ/s1600/IMG_0211%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626306828313207602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzt0Rvqezbc/ThSoQDr2ozI/AAAAAAAAAyA/0GGDo7B3KcQ/s200/IMG_0211%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a coupon for a Bashes cake so she was very happy with her CareBear cake. After the boy's got home (and cleaned up) we celebrated her B-day. I think she had a good Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-1944720027015992479?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1944720027015992479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/anna-turns-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1944720027015992479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1944720027015992479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/anna-turns-7.html' title='Anna turns 7'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxfSMcum3aA/ThSoQcPfWEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bUW1F30FBro/s72-c/IMG_0212%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3800036111984901903</id><published>2011-07-06T11:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:22:22.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin's Promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austin is DONE with Barcelona Middle School! I do not know who is happier, Austin or myself.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0gCCkJsG5Y/ThSm7hSIZ1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/X4U156Y3uKc/s1600/IMG_0207%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626305375969503058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0gCCkJsG5Y/ThSm7hSIZ1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/X4U156Y3uKc/s200/IMG_0207%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is getting his diploma from the principle, Tyson Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9R-8NjA0zo/ThSm7YyVG6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/qgNWwVTk7PQ/s1600/IMG_0206%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626305373688634274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9R-8NjA0zo/ThSm7YyVG6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/qgNWwVTk7PQ/s200/IMG_0206%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coming out of the band room to walk across the "stage" to get his diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpUWOYx_VFg/ThSm7AKdyTI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ATr3s4AnfaA/s1600/IMG_0205%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626305367078979890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpUWOYx_VFg/ThSm7AKdyTI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ATr3s4AnfaA/s200/IMG_0205%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promised him I would buy him a suit for his promotion. He's wore the suit every Sunday since we got it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations Austin! Only 4 more years and you start paying for your education.&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/256666228352200731-3800036111984901903?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3800036111984901903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/austins-promotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3800036111984901903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3800036111984901903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/austins-promotion.html' title='Austin&apos;s Promotion'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0gCCkJsG5Y/ThSm7hSIZ1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/X4U156Y3uKc/s72-c/IMG_0207%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7126284217350288440</id><published>2011-07-06T11:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:15:58.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna is now a Brownie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aOrHpOkxcQ/ThSllOawLKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/OAY7vS_YdA0/s1600/IMG_0203%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626303893436640418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aOrHpOkxcQ/ThSllOawLKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/OAY7vS_YdA0/s200/IMG_0203%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna "Bridged" from a Daisy Scout to a Brownie Scout this year. She is so happy that she will be able to sell cookies at the store like her big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CsFROpQx4nc/ThSlkmLqhMI/AAAAAAAAAxY/yUeLB-ZTDno/s1600/IMG_0200%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626303882635936962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CsFROpQx4nc/ThSlkmLqhMI/AAAAAAAAAxY/yUeLB-ZTDno/s200/IMG_0200%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that she is going into 2nd grade already. I am so proud of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-7126284217350288440?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7126284217350288440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/anna-is-now-brownie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7126284217350288440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7126284217350288440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/anna-is-now-brownie.html' title='Anna is now a Brownie'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aOrHpOkxcQ/ThSllOawLKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/OAY7vS_YdA0/s72-c/IMG_0203%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-9220455264758707756</id><published>2011-07-06T10:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:09:45.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentines Day Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxKzcesk73o/ThSjMDNCygI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/jzxdTAsfbJE/s1600/IMG_0173%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626301261906364930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxKzcesk73o/ThSjMDNCygI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/jzxdTAsfbJE/s200/IMG_0173%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Christmas 2 years ago Lyle and I bought each other toilets. Yes, I know, very romantic. They were on sale for a good price, we needed them and Lyle used part of his bonus to get them. As we have four toilets in the house we couldn't pass up this deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year for Valentines day we bought new tile for the kids bathroom and Lyle replaced the toilet and the tile.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KilrgJdLzSw/ThSjL7gzSAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/LWO2bREUO5c/s1600/IMG_0174%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626301259841751042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KilrgJdLzSw/ThSjL7gzSAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/LWO2bREUO5c/s200/IMG_0174%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHo0W3bXRfY/ThSjLu8v9II/AAAAAAAAAxA/ku5ILmJmqg0/s1600/IMG_0179%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626301256469312642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHo0W3bXRfY/ThSjLu8v9II/AAAAAAAAAxA/ku5ILmJmqg0/s200/IMG_0179%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see the tile was coming up and needed replaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had already replaced one toilet in the downstairs bathroom as it was leaking. So we only have two more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUzOFw3Tvy4/ThSjLHjuL7I/AAAAAAAAAw4/u3rn2JCdhNg/s1600/IMG_0180%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626301245895356338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUzOFw3Tvy4/ThSjLHjuL7I/AAAAAAAAAw4/u3rn2JCdhNg/s200/IMG_0180%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say it again: Home ownership is so much fun! Look at the great gifts you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8mqUmxkNi8/ThSjKmHGpgI/AAAAAAAAAww/YCjNn6KRpRU/s1600/IMG_0181%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626301236916954626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8mqUmxkNi8/ThSjKmHGpgI/AAAAAAAAAww/YCjNn6KRpRU/s200/IMG_0181%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/256666228352200731-9220455264758707756?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9220455264758707756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-valentines-day-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9220455264758707756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9220455264758707756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-valentines-day-gift.html' title='My Valentines Day Gift'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxKzcesk73o/ThSjMDNCygI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/jzxdTAsfbJE/s72-c/IMG_0173%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-8952423821834397503</id><published>2011-05-25T15:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:07:22.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarty Pants</title><content type='html'>Josie has really tried hard this year and it payed off. She made Principals Honor roll 3 of the 4 quarters and Honor roll for one of the quarters. Her school has a night just for kids like her and they get a trophy and a certificate. She has gone every year since 1st grade.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh4rm-3Ps_Y/Td18jH8FhbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rgiyOFPsJCM/s1600/IMG_0165%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610777653641840050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh4rm-3Ps_Y/Td18jH8FhbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rgiyOFPsJCM/s200/IMG_0165%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of her and all the hard work she has done. This is her with her teacher this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-8952423821834397503?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8952423821834397503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/smarty-pants.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8952423821834397503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8952423821834397503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/smarty-pants.html' title='Smarty Pants'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh4rm-3Ps_Y/Td18jH8FhbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rgiyOFPsJCM/s72-c/IMG_0165%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6318805079565479784</id><published>2011-05-11T08:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:11:33.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids school has two community building activities every school year. This year I was in charge of the Rollero event. (Rollero is a local skating rink) The kids had a great time and I loved reminiscing as this is the skating rink I went to as a kid.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMiv9IrkeU4/TcqzreF4gJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/BxY7pHi5EB4/s1600/IMG_0156%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605490245609488530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMiv9IrkeU4/TcqzreF4gJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/BxY7pHi5EB4/s200/IMG_0156%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time on skates and he just wants to play the video game. Of course it is the one with the gun. Like father like son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VqhWzYN2G4w/Tcqzq676DPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Ttx61dbxnRo/s1600/IMG_0159%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605490236172406002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VqhWzYN2G4w/Tcqzq676DPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Ttx61dbxnRo/s200/IMG_0159%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared getting use to his skates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmCQB7Q2T74/TcqzqkzTUmI/AAAAAAAAAwM/23jjHsuwJ30/s1600/IMG_0153%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605490230230733410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmCQB7Q2T74/TcqzqkzTUmI/AAAAAAAAAwM/23jjHsuwJ30/s200/IMG_0153%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey doing her thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8hxdgKZjeI/TcqzqX1HNOI/AAAAAAAAAwE/WRUUcCwzEsE/s1600/IMG_0155%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605490226748667106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8hxdgKZjeI/TcqzqX1HNOI/AAAAAAAAAwE/WRUUcCwzEsE/s200/IMG_0155%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year the event was held at Great Skate. Anna went around one time and put her shoes back on. This year she stayed in her skates all night and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkP_SFXV6D4/TcqzqGwUsaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2T_3KWo-V8Y/s1600/IMG_0151%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605490222165176738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkP_SFXV6D4/TcqzqGwUsaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2T_3KWo-V8Y/s200/IMG_0151%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William found it was easier to crawl on the floor than try to skate, but when I tried to take his skates off he was not happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Austin went with us also. I don't know why I don't have any pictures of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-6318805079565479784?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6318805079565479784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/rollero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6318805079565479784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6318805079565479784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/rollero.html' title='Rollero'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMiv9IrkeU4/TcqzreF4gJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/BxY7pHi5EB4/s72-c/IMG_0156%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7377084274005868712</id><published>2011-05-10T08:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:02:56.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin's DS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XezMrQDLRQ/TclfAUp-s7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/QWSqogd7MGQ/s1600/IMG_0099%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605115670388716466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XezMrQDLRQ/TclfAUp-s7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/QWSqogd7MGQ/s200/IMG_0099%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year for Christmas Austin has on his list a DS. We did not want to get him one but told him he could save up his money and get one on is own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his birthday he asked for the money so he could save up for a DS. He was able to save $ 100.00 due to odd jobs, birthday, and mowing lawns. He walked up to Game Stop and didn't have enough money to buy the DS with tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got home very disappointed. We went to Game Stop's web site and they were selling them for $ 70.00 plus shipping. We bought it and he paid the extra to have is shipped overnight!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTvnlkG0mUM/TclfACn0y8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/tngIGDzWmyc/s1600/IMG_0098%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605115665547840450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTvnlkG0mUM/TclfACn0y8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/tngIGDzWmyc/s200/IMG_0098%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came in on a Wednesday, he bought a game on Thursday, stayed up all night playing his game and got the DS taken away on Friday. He finally got it back about a week ago and I haven't seen him since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very proud of him being able to save his money for something he wants and I only have to yell at him two or three times before he gets off and does his chores. (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-7377084274005868712?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7377084274005868712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/austins-ds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7377084274005868712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7377084274005868712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/austins-ds.html' title='Austin&apos;s DS'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XezMrQDLRQ/TclfAUp-s7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/QWSqogd7MGQ/s72-c/IMG_0099%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1675668911037350809</id><published>2011-04-14T09:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:13:52.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Rolls</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Rhodes Rolls. They are so easy to put in a pan in the morning before going to church and they popping them in the oven when we get home. Yummy, hot rolls! When I run short on time I've made them for family functions over the holidays. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7cy1eJMKow/TacbPhkUhwI/AAAAAAAAAvk/29V4loVvs6U/s1600/IMG_0147%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595471015553828610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7cy1eJMKow/TacbPhkUhwI/AAAAAAAAAvk/29V4loVvs6U/s200/IMG_0147%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnAGIzqa9KY/TacbPeeqd6I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Y_LT0hv0evo/s1600/IMG_0148%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595471014724794274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnAGIzqa9KY/TacbPeeqd6I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Y_LT0hv0evo/s200/IMG_0148%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nem1kleICI/TacbPM_ncZI/AAAAAAAAAvU/lt84v_zNRyA/s1600/IMG_0149%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595471010031169938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nem1kleICI/TacbPM_ncZI/AAAAAAAAAvU/lt84v_zNRyA/s200/IMG_0149%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought my mixer about a year ago and decided to see if I could make the rolls by making the dough (I only know how to make over 100 rolls at a time) and freezing half the dough right before the final rising process. (I bake the other 1/2) They have turned out great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some lazy days I have not made rolls in awhile so I had a coupon for Rhodes rolls and bought them. I still had 5 rolls left from the last batch I made so I decided to see how mine did compared to the Rhodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found, as you can see, that mine look almost the same going in but they rise and bake quicker. They are both still yummy but if your kids are like mine, the big rolls went first. &lt;/div&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/256666228352200731-1675668911037350809?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1675668911037350809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/fresh-rolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1675668911037350809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1675668911037350809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/fresh-rolls.html' title='Fresh Rolls'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7cy1eJMKow/TacbPhkUhwI/AAAAAAAAAvk/29V4loVvs6U/s72-c/IMG_0147%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6650070261121427899</id><published>2011-04-13T10:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:45:10.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Owning a Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwZCU2I__wI/TaXfpSnYg5I/AAAAAAAAAvM/dL4movMLVQU/s1600/IMG_0095%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595124012542362514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwZCU2I__wI/TaXfpSnYg5I/AAAAAAAAAvM/dL4movMLVQU/s200/IMG_0095%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of months ago I noticed that a spot in our yard was not drying out. I took me about a month to remember to tell Lyle about it. We waiting about another month until we did something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WDkGe64INNE/TaXfokr5jkI/AAAAAAAAAvE/LlhZTRzkObA/s1600/IMG_0089%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595124000213274178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WDkGe64INNE/TaXfokr5jkI/AAAAAAAAAvE/LlhZTRzkObA/s200/IMG_0089%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyle had the boys help dig up the ground and then they had to break the concrete because the pipe, of course, was broken under the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxfXfVlqdcE/TaXfoDqTmXI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_K-1_u9rQ4Q/s1600/IMG_0090%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595123991348222322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxfXfVlqdcE/TaXfoDqTmXI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_K-1_u9rQ4Q/s200/IMG_0090%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walkway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we had rain and Lyle had to wait for the ground to dry out before he could do anything else. We also had to get buckets and buckets of water out of the hole.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq6i4lKqIJ8/TaXfncC0CNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/L24kXl4yq1E/s1600/IMG_0091%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595123980713593042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq6i4lKqIJ8/TaXfncC0CNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/L24kXl4yq1E/s200/IMG_0091%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the fixed pipe. It will be interesting to see my water bill next month to see if there is any difference because Lyle also fixed a dripping pipe out in the back yard about a week later.&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/256666228352200731-6650070261121427899?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6650070261121427899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/joys-of-owning-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6650070261121427899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6650070261121427899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/joys-of-owning-home.html' title='The Joys of Owning a Home'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwZCU2I__wI/TaXfpSnYg5I/AAAAAAAAAvM/dL4movMLVQU/s72-c/IMG_0095%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5528957398902711672</id><published>2011-03-23T09:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:55:12.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What country would you like to visit and why?</title><content type='html'>I would love to visit Ecuador because that is were Lyle went on his mission.  He has told me that he would not take me to many of the places he served because we are not on the Lords mission and will not have the protection that he had.  After he came home they built a Temple there and we would love to go and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle and I have talked about going to all the Temples after we retire.  We thought it would be fun to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-5528957398902711672?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5528957398902711672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-country-would-you-like-to-visit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5528957398902711672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5528957398902711672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-country-would-you-like-to-visit.html' title='What country would you like to visit and why?'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-70011136687368185</id><published>2011-02-23T09:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:09:01.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School here we come.</title><content type='html'>I just found out last night that Austin got accepted into Apollo High School!  High schools are limited and this one is a good one that has a lot of LDS students.  It is only two miles away, but we are out of the district so I had to get a variance.  They called last night and said that he was accepted!  We meet with the Dean next Friday.  I was really happy because my back-up was Metro Tech, and I really didn't want him going there.  BTW: I can't believe I have a child old enough for High School!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-70011136687368185?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/70011136687368185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/high-school-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/70011136687368185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/70011136687368185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/high-school-here-we-come.html' title='High School here we come.'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5272484645996780209</id><published>2011-02-17T10:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T10:27:17.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to Austin breaking my camera right before Christmas I have been camera less until Christmas Eve, when Lyle bought one for me for Christmas.  I just recently found out how to get the pictures off the camera.  The following are thing that have happened to us in the last couple of months.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7gMyVmye18/TV1XvWOrz6I/AAAAAAAAAus/EasbZtBoRYg/s1600/IMG_0039%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574708384687181730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7gMyVmye18/TV1XvWOrz6I/AAAAAAAAAus/EasbZtBoRYg/s200/IMG_0039%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told Lyle that I wanted a box of chocolates for Valentines Day.  He didn't get home until around 9 pm the evening of Valentines Day but had this tucked under his arm.  I have been slowly working my way through the box and am very surprised that the kids have not asked for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f25fNOphi-g/TV1XuwxGxfI/AAAAAAAAAuk/49nfBQcD1bQ/s1600/IMG_0025%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574708374631007730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f25fNOphi-g/TV1XuwxGxfI/AAAAAAAAAuk/49nfBQcD1bQ/s200/IMG_0025%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Glendale Stake has Youth Olympics every year and this was the first year Austin was able to participate.  He didn't do to well during the sports parts but won first place with his pumpkin roll.  He was very happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-om3sP7NtRvQ/TV1Xufc7eMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/uJUm9SgA_Yk/s1600/IMG_0018%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574708369982978242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-om3sP7NtRvQ/TV1Xufc7eMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/uJUm9SgA_Yk/s200/IMG_0018%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared's cub scouts had a Pine Wood derby race in which he took second place.  He is showing my his "Drivers License"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sadder note, we had to put our dog Duke down about 10 days ago.  He had been put on medication because of a rash and we don't know if it was the medication or the rash but he started to get more aggressive over the last couple of months.  With the baby coming we knew that this was not good and could not take any chances of him attacking anyone.  It was a sad couple of days afterward but the kids took it very well.&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/256666228352200731-5272484645996780209?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5272484645996780209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5272484645996780209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5272484645996780209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7gMyVmye18/TV1XvWOrz6I/AAAAAAAAAus/EasbZtBoRYg/s72-c/IMG_0039%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-264178526267796546</id><published>2011-02-02T09:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:57:58.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your Favorite Poem &amp; Why</title><content type='html'>I don't really have a "favorite" poem but there are some that bring back memories.  Some that I made myself, some that are put to music, and others that I just remember for the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 8th grade we had to memorize a poem that was at least a certain number of lines long. I looked through a book and found and memorized the following poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It met the requirements and I don't remember my grade, but I am sure it was not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also LOVE the Hymn "I Believe in Christ", and there are many that I have made-up myself that were either for YW lessons or something I was going through at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-264178526267796546?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/264178526267796546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-your-favorite-poem-why.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/264178526267796546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/264178526267796546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-your-favorite-poem-why.html' title='What is your Favorite Poem &amp; Why'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2550802621292676226</id><published>2011-01-20T09:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:25:55.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>Austin is 14 years old today.  The time goes so fast.  He has been helping out so much around the house because I have been sick for the last two weeks.  He is very excited about starting High School next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found out that we are having a Girl in June.  Now to get everything ready.  We have 20 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-2550802621292676226?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2550802621292676226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2550802621292676226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2550802621292676226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5303583928078299012</id><published>2011-01-20T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:21:18.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Do If You Have Time To Yourself?</title><content type='html'>When I do get time to myself and will read a book, take a nap, or watch something I want to on the TV.  I might take myself to lunch or to a movie.  I had someone ask me if I was embarrassed to sit by myself for lunch and I told them "NO WAY!"  I do not have to worry about drinks being spilt, the behavior of anyone but myself, and I usually bring a book to read.  I love taking myself to lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-5303583928078299012?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5303583928078299012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-do-you-do-if-you-have-time-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5303583928078299012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5303583928078299012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-do-you-do-if-you-have-time-to.html' title='What Do You Do If You Have Time To Yourself?'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-4689412429831210551</id><published>2011-01-20T09:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:17:52.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was your First Paying Job?</title><content type='html'>If you do not count babysitting or newspaper routs my first job once I turned 16 was Jack-in-the-Box.  My BFF's mother worked there and she got us both a job there.  I started at the beginning of April and quite around Christmas time.  My first day on the job I broke a $ 100.00 coffee pot warmer.  I thought I was going to get fired right there and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-4689412429831210551?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4689412429831210551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-was-your-first-paying-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4689412429831210551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4689412429831210551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-was-your-first-paying-job.html' title='What was your First Paying Job?'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7557116520783614032</id><published>2011-01-20T09:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:13:44.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your Favorite Fair Tail?</title><content type='html'>My favorite fair tail has to be Cinderella, but not the "Cinderella" but all the shows that are like it.  I love "Ever After" and the Hillary Duff/Chad Michael Murry one.  I just love the spin offs that are the story of Cinderella but with a twist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-7557116520783614032?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7557116520783614032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-your-favorite-fair-tail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7557116520783614032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7557116520783614032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-your-favorite-fair-tail.html' title='What is your Favorite Fair Tail?'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1048985883846040865</id><published>2011-01-06T08:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:02:59.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Blog Questions in One.</title><content type='html'>Due to the Winter Break and Christmas and everything else I missed two blog questions.  Here is my make-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first blog challenge question is, What is Your Conversion (in the LDS Church) Story?  I grew up in the LDS religion and I don't have a "moment" when I KNEW the church was true.  I went to church as a child because all of my friends were doing it.  As a teenager I went so that I could socialize with my friends.  When I turned 18 I was trying to decide between following some of my friends down the path that looked really fun or get more serious about my church attendance.  This was luckily about the time I met Lyle and he helped steer me in the right direction.  So I have to say that I have always been converted but sometimes more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second blog challenge question is, How Does Color play a roll in your life?  I have never thought about color having a big roll in my life, but I guess if I was color blind or blind I would miss the colors.  I know that I am in a better mood when I am around some colors than others.  I enjoy driving through Oak Creek Canyon during the Fall and after a good snow storm all that snow looks cool but can get tiresome looking at all that white.  In the spring I love to see the desert in bloom, and I really enjoyed the drive back east 18 months ago and seeing all that green during the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-1048985883846040865?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1048985883846040865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-blog-questions-in-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1048985883846040865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1048985883846040865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-blog-questions-in-one.html' title='Two Blog Questions in One.'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-8152344904556746848</id><published>2010-12-10T09:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:50:37.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Favorite Grown-up Christmas Memory</title><content type='html'>This one is easy for me.  Six years ago we bought the house that we are currently in.  Moving day was Christmas Eve.  We did not even decorate the house knowing that we would just be taking it down.  We had a good turn-out of people to help us move and we were out of the old house by 10 am.  By noon all the beds were set-up in the new house.  By the time we got settled, it was time to get ready for Lyle's family Christmas party and by the time that was over we were so exhausted and just fell into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa left a note for the kids stating the because he had to find us we had to find our gifts.  We looked for the gifts, found them, and brought them back up to Lyle and I bed to open them.  I love all of us on the bed opening gifts and having a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle then took us to Denny's for breakfast.  It was one of the best Christmas'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-8152344904556746848?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8152344904556746848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-your-favorite-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8152344904556746848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8152344904556746848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-your-favorite-grown-up.html' title='What is Your Favorite Grown-up Christmas Memory'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1920215087220930305</id><published>2010-12-08T10:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:28:29.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your Favorite Christmas Movie?</title><content type='html'>Confession time:  I LOVE watching any and all Christmas Movies.  They are all inspiring and sometimes a tear jurker. I like this time of year because almost every channel has some movie about Christmas on.  So I don't have ONE favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-1920215087220930305?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1920215087220930305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-your-favorite-christmas-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1920215087220930305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1920215087220930305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-your-favorite-christmas-movie.html' title='What is your Favorite Christmas Movie?'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2272918722080002629</id><published>2010-11-30T09:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:46:10.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Favorite Holiday Tradition and Why?</title><content type='html'>My favorite holiday tradition is getting together with the family.  Every time we are planning the get together we talk about playing cards or other games but more times then not we just talk the day away while the kids play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE getting together on the holidays wither it be with just my husband and kids or with my parents and siblings or my in-laws.  Family always makes the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-2272918722080002629?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2272918722080002629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-your-favorite-holiday-tradition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2272918722080002629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2272918722080002629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-your-favorite-holiday-tradition.html' title='What is Your Favorite Holiday Tradition and Why?'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6947103377984247597</id><published>2010-11-17T14:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:11:13.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Favorite Day of the Week and Why?</title><content type='html'>Question for this week.  My favorite day of the week is Sunday.  Not because I get to fight with all my kids during Sacrament Meeting or that Lyle doesn't get home until after 3pm. I enjoy Sunday because when everyone finally does get home from church we usually don't have anywhere to go and we are able to spend time as a family.  It is very rare for Lyle to work on Sunday and we spend the time watching a movie and eating popcorn.  I have a picture of every one of my children sharing a bowl of popcorn with their dad. He starts them young by eating the rough part and giving them the soft part to gum when then are just a couple of months old.  The kids look forward to this every week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-6947103377984247597?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6947103377984247597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-your-favorite-day-of-week-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6947103377984247597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6947103377984247597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-your-favorite-day-of-week-and.html' title='What is Your Favorite Day of the Week and Why?'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-8461201380686305671</id><published>2010-11-13T07:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T07:57:18.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was your Favorite book to read as a child?</title><content type='html'>Some friends and I are doing a little journal writing on our blogs.  One of us asks a question and everyone else needs to reply on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question this week is "What was your favorite book to read as a child?"  I was a HUGE Judy Blume fan.  Any and all of her books I would read.  When I was smaller I loved "The Monster at the End of This Book"  I still enjoy reading that book to my own kids.  Its so cute to hear William say "You turned another page!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-8461201380686305671?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8461201380686305671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-was-your-favorite-book-to-read-as.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8461201380686305671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8461201380686305671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-was-your-favorite-book-to-read-as.html' title='What was your Favorite book to read as a child?'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2630061564213084664</id><published>2010-10-27T08:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T09:01:57.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TMhMXanL2OI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-PG0tSweTTY/s1600/National+Guard+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532756107389032674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TMhMXanL2OI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-PG0tSweTTY/s200/National+Guard+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On September 11th Lyle and I took the kids to a National Guard street fair by Deer Valley Airport.  One of the guys that Lyle worked with is in the National Guard and invited us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had fun playing on the Helicopter and riding in the fake boat.  It was a great trip for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TMhMIQf6otI/AAAAAAAAAss/rNVLNRFaW50/s1600/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532755846976152274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TMhMIQf6otI/AAAAAAAAAss/rNVLNRFaW50/s200/IMG_0977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/256666228352200731-2630061564213084664?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2630061564213084664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/september-11th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2630061564213084664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2630061564213084664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/september-11th.html' title='September 11th'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TMhMXanL2OI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-PG0tSweTTY/s72-c/National+Guard+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5172136802877731994</id><published>2010-10-19T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:15:22.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Campaign Manager</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TL3RsjAn4BI/AAAAAAAAAsk/SOcIwnBcldo/s1600/IMG_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529806480723140626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TL3RsjAn4BI/AAAAAAAAAsk/SOcIwnBcldo/s200/IMG_0976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;campaign&lt;/span&gt; manager for one of her friends during Student &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Council&lt;/span&gt; elections.  This was the poster that she put together.  I thought she did a good job.  I like the voting booth in the first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TL3Rr_AZd8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/je4Bi1Doqgk/s1600/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529806471058520002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TL3Rr_AZd8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/je4Bi1Doqgk/s200/IMG_0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TL3RrWiJkLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qJqZc3tk0X4/s1600/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529806460194230450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TL3RrWiJkLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qJqZc3tk0X4/s200/IMG_0972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/256666228352200731-5172136802877731994?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5172136802877731994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-little-campaign-manager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5172136802877731994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5172136802877731994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-little-campaign-manager.html' title='Our Little Campaign Manager'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TL3RsjAn4BI/AAAAAAAAAsk/SOcIwnBcldo/s72-c/IMG_0976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-492069424093843498</id><published>2010-10-13T09:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:50:58.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the HAIL!</title><content type='html'>Arizona got not just one but two weird hail storms in a 5 hour time.  The first one came at 12:30 pm and had pea size hail, but a lot of it. The second storm came at 5 pm and had golf ball size hail.  This one did the most damage.  My older kids were still on the bus and I was very happy when they finally made it home.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TLXiKfw-kuI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1EsEypTIM2Q/s1600/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527572787620647650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TLXiKfw-kuI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1EsEypTIM2Q/s200/IMG_1006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't get too much damage other than one window on the house, both passenger side mirrors on both cars, some running lights on Lyle's truck, and our ADT sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TLXiJ7FyqXI/AAAAAAAAAsE/12CgNAz0Us4/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527572777775835506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TLXiJ7FyqXI/AAAAAAAAAsE/12CgNAz0Us4/s200/IMG_1005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of the first storm.  I scooped up some hail to show the kids later, but they were able to witness it first hand on the way home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TLXiJS1HFhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/V3-Tkwq93uQ/s1600/IMG_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527572766968452626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TLXiJS1HFhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/V3-Tkwq93uQ/s200/IMG_1002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It caused a lot of damage to a lot of people but I still enjoyed the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-492069424093843498?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/492069424093843498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-hail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/492069424093843498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/492069424093843498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-hail.html' title='What the HAIL!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TLXiKfw-kuI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1EsEypTIM2Q/s72-c/IMG_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5738386103227473133</id><published>2010-10-05T09:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:21:37.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TKtPxZaBpCI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HBzzJmY1zqY/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524597077952275490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TKtPxZaBpCI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HBzzJmY1zqY/s200/IMG_0992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna was using a box for a table to take notes during Conference.  William decided to sit on the box and fell through.  After calming him down he picked-up the box, told it that it was "a bad boy" and "Time Out!"  He then picked it up and set it in our time-out place.  Then he came to me and told me, "Box, bad boy. Time out!"  After a couple of minutes he went back and took it out of time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TKtPhbbnCLI/AAAAAAAAArk/afBdM5OTRMA/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524596803617884338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TKtPhbbnCLI/AAAAAAAAArk/afBdM5OTRMA/s200/IMG_0993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can aways count on William to give me laughs!&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/256666228352200731-5738386103227473133?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5738386103227473133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5738386103227473133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5738386103227473133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-out.html' title='Time Out!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TKtPxZaBpCI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HBzzJmY1zqY/s72-c/IMG_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-8914204962976779275</id><published>2010-09-24T09:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:14:36.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJzMRJxloDI/AAAAAAAAArc/J1lKWGEA6u0/s1600/IMG_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520511838303133746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJzMRJxloDI/AAAAAAAAArc/J1lKWGEA6u0/s200/IMG_0991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Lyle was about 1 year old he cracked his collar bone crawling out of his crib.  About 1 week later he took his walker off of the stairs and finished breaking it.  Then when he was 13 he broke it again.  Well Lyle Jr, aka: William, broke his last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna thought is would be a good idea to take the rolled up sleeping bag that Austin was taking camping and have her hold one end, William hold the other end, and have her 6 year old friend jump on it.  Needless to say William was spun around and landed on his shoulder.  I knew something was wrong when he cried for about 25 minutes.  Then he wouldn't reach for any toys. I called Lyle and he was on his way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle got home and off to Goodnight Pediatrics we went.  He has to wear a brace that looks like a backpack without the bag part that pulls his shoulders back.  When we were loading him up in the car afterwards he told us "Backpack off".  We just had to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle and I made a date out of it and took him to Johnny Rockets for dinner.  It's my own fault this hap pended because I was telling Lyle that morning that this was the first night we didn't have meetings or anywhere to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-8914204962976779275?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8914204962976779275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-father-like-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8914204962976779275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8914204962976779275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJzMRJxloDI/AAAAAAAAArc/J1lKWGEA6u0/s72-c/IMG_0991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-8975207681456958120</id><published>2010-09-23T08:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:00:10.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Ride at the Barnes Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJt4t-eIgjI/AAAAAAAAArU/-FDWaoBRgfg/s1600/IMG_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520138499531506226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJt4t-eIgjI/AAAAAAAAArU/-FDWaoBRgfg/s200/IMG_0971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William found the time honored ride of his older brother leg!  Austin will get home from school and William will hop right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJt4tSbT18I/AAAAAAAAArM/ha--oPd0Sak/s1600/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520138487708506050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJt4tSbT18I/AAAAAAAAArM/ha--oPd0Sak/s200/IMG_0970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is such a good big brother that he lets him do it day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't ask for better kids.&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/256666228352200731-8975207681456958120?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8975207681456958120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-ride-at-barnes-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8975207681456958120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8975207681456958120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-ride-at-barnes-home.html' title='Fun Ride at the Barnes Home'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJt4t-eIgjI/AAAAAAAAArU/-FDWaoBRgfg/s72-c/IMG_0971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5036854684103252017</id><published>2010-09-22T09:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:22:12.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Robert D. Hales</title><content type='html'>We had the wonderful opportunity to have Elder Robert D. Hales come to our stake and speak to us.  I was honored to be asked to sing in the choir.  I have been singing alto because we have so few in our ward choir so I was a little bummed that he would be sitting on the other side of the stand than I was.  Imagine my joy when he sat two rows in front of me! I could have leaned forward and touch him!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJorGm4JjYI/AAAAAAAAArE/FKmFT-RIs4E/s1600/Robert+D.+Hales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519771685811228034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJorGm4JjYI/AAAAAAAAArE/FKmFT-RIs4E/s200/Robert+D.+Hales.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He gave a great talk and I was motivated to go to the temple more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though we got there early Lyle and the kids had to sit in the overflow because everyone got there early.  I thought that the kids would be able to see anything.  Lyle said that when Elder Hales came in and everyone started quieting down and standing up even William felt a difference in the room.  Austin was able to bet the rush and shook Elder Hales hand.  He was even more exited because he asked him how you feel the spirit and he answered him!  This was a MAJOR boost to Austin's spiritual health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After it was over I just wanted to avoid the crowd but was stopped by everyone.  Elder Hales turned to me and shook my hand.  Elder Hales is all the kids talked about during dinner.  What a great Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-5036854684103252017?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5036854684103252017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/elder-robert-d-hales.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5036854684103252017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5036854684103252017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/elder-robert-d-hales.html' title='Elder Robert D. Hales'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJorGm4JjYI/AAAAAAAAArE/FKmFT-RIs4E/s72-c/Robert+D.+Hales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3865941864416227133</id><published>2010-09-17T09:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:20:57.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJOUNvGETXI/AAAAAAAAAq8/UhSWTB6sK5s/s1600/IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517916932160114034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJOUNvGETXI/AAAAAAAAAq8/UhSWTB6sK5s/s200/IMG_0941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin decided that he didn't have time for his laundry and let his whites sit in the dryer for 2 days.  On Saturday I made him get them out and told him he would need to iron his shirt. (He started to hang it up telling me it looked ok)  I had him get the iron and ironing board out and told him he would need to ask his dad to teach him how to iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJOUNKHTm5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/w-odKYA5Dqw/s1600/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517916922233199506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJOUNKHTm5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/w-odKYA5Dqw/s200/IMG_0940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle is a much better ironer than I am thanks to his mom.  After ironing the first shirt with him Lyle made him iron his second shirt by himself.  He did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have pictures that they can both iron.&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/256666228352200731-3865941864416227133?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3865941864416227133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/teaching-austin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3865941864416227133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3865941864416227133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/teaching-austin.html' title='Teaching Austin'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TJOUNvGETXI/AAAAAAAAAq8/UhSWTB6sK5s/s72-c/IMG_0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7117204950599261368</id><published>2010-09-08T10:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:20:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Daisy Scout advancement</title><content type='html'>I finally found out how to get the pictures off my phone (just had to go on-line to my account).  These are pictures of Anna at her Daisy Scout Advancement from last year.  She was so happy and proud of herself.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfEzgz-yUI/AAAAAAAAAqk/86QefXfhd44/s1600/Anna+GS+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514592657998793026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfEzgz-yUI/AAAAAAAAAqk/86QefXfhd44/s200/Anna+GS+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfEzBlsxmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/WHsicPqou7s/s1600/Anna+GS3+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514592649617393250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfEzBlsxmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/WHsicPqou7s/s200/Anna+GS3+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last year as a Daisy Scout.  She moves up to a Brownie next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfEywAewaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/P9NM5clUIDg/s1600/Anna+GS2+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514592644897882530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfEywAewaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/P9NM5clUIDg/s200/Anna+GS2+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfEyg8eWsI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lgO6oJ_nd_Q/s1600/Anna+GS1+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514592640854547138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfEyg8eWsI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lgO6oJ_nd_Q/s200/Anna+GS1+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you need your cookies I can get them for you.  Both Anna and Josie will be selling them this year.&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/256666228352200731-7117204950599261368?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7117204950599261368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/annas-daisy-scout-advancement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7117204950599261368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7117204950599261368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/annas-daisy-scout-advancement.html' title='Anna&apos;s Daisy Scout advancement'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfEzgz-yUI/AAAAAAAAAqk/86QefXfhd44/s72-c/Anna+GS+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-8035613989344027473</id><published>2010-09-08T10:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:14:47.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Backs Game 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a lot of you already know, Lyle's Union gets D-Back tickets for the Union members on Labor Day.  This is the third year we have gone and have enjoyed every one.  This year William was old enough to really take everything in.  His eye's were huge looking all around the stadium.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfDakkCDPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/VxdnLDpq_Ck/s1600/LyleGame2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514591129997282546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfDakkCDPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/VxdnLDpq_Ck/s200/LyleGame2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was after a lot of hard work to get him to sleep.  I have the same picture of Lyle holding William asleep from all the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfDacMArsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/LcHWDzFW5U4/s1600/Game2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514591127749045954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfDacMArsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/LcHWDzFW5U4/s200/Game2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I try to take this picture every year too.  The problem this year is that I remembered the camera but forgot to put the memory card in it.  This would no be a problem because I always carry a back-up in my purse, but I left that at home also. These are the pictures from my cell phone.  At least I got some pictures.&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/256666228352200731-8035613989344027473?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8035613989344027473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/d-backs-game-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8035613989344027473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8035613989344027473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/d-backs-game-2010.html' title='D-Backs Game 2010'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TIfDakkCDPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/VxdnLDpq_Ck/s72-c/LyleGame2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-4464296176216305190</id><published>2010-09-02T08:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:46:44.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves the Rain</title><content type='html'>Did you know that William LOVES water?  It was raining the other day so Lyle let him go out and splash in the rain and run underneath were it was coming off the roof.  He had a BLAST.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TH_EfQqTT7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/bTfRNBzx_H8/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512340510252158898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TH_EfQqTT7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/bTfRNBzx_H8/s200/IMG_0931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I tried to upload the videos that we took but I am having a problem.  I might try to upload them later.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-4464296176216305190?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4464296176216305190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/loves-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4464296176216305190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4464296176216305190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/loves-rain.html' title='Loves the Rain'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TH_EfQqTT7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/bTfRNBzx_H8/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2748591647085709288</id><published>2010-08-18T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:47:59.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGv_9_ldtYI/AAAAAAAAApk/CP02KwjYNqk/s1600/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506776409896236418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGv_9_ldtYI/AAAAAAAAApk/CP02KwjYNqk/s200/IMG_0929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I was inspired by my daughters and decided to cut my hair.  Lyle had to work on Saturday and I thought that it would be the perfect day to do it.  I took myself to lunch and went to a place that is right by my house.  Other than the bangs being a little to short, I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGv_9TrF7lI/AAAAAAAAApc/FAmmLOiU340/s1600/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506776398108683858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGv_9TrF7lI/AAAAAAAAApc/FAmmLOiU340/s200/IMG_0927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGv_8zOkSvI/AAAAAAAAApU/H3q-d0f-eqk/s1600/IMG_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506776389399104242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGv_8zOkSvI/AAAAAAAAApU/H3q-d0f-eqk/s200/IMG_0923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/256666228352200731-2748591647085709288?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2748591647085709288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2748591647085709288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2748591647085709288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGv_9_ldtYI/AAAAAAAAApk/CP02KwjYNqk/s72-c/IMG_0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2183261604433309672</id><published>2010-08-15T09:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T09:30:48.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Havasupai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgVb5s6FcI/AAAAAAAAApE/RjfBr2YAQG4/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505674113550259650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgVb5s6FcI/AAAAAAAAApE/RjfBr2YAQG4/s200/IMG_0921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year Austin's scout troop hiked Havasupai.  I have not been able to develop his pictures yet (he ran out the first day), but this one was printed up by his scout leaders (so its a picture of a picture).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgVbR3Tn2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/BjELNtBV1SU/s1600/IMG_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505674102856458082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgVbR3Tn2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/BjELNtBV1SU/s200/IMG_0920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a lot of fun, but ended up with HUGE blisters on his feet.  One of which he broke open on a toy the night he got home and had to ware a sock on that foot for church the next day.  I asked him if he would do it again and he said "NO!".  I will ask again in a couple of months.&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/256666228352200731-2183261604433309672?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2183261604433309672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/havasupai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2183261604433309672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2183261604433309672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/havasupai.html' title='Havasupai'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgVb5s6FcI/AAAAAAAAApE/RjfBr2YAQG4/s72-c/IMG_0921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3183964530633725606</id><published>2010-08-15T09:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T09:26:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I borrow some money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgT7BgLx2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/vHUqy_JJ2Rg/s1600/IMG_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505672449197066082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgT7BgLx2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/vHUqy_JJ2Rg/s200/IMG_0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgT6iMI7jI/AAAAAAAAAos/jT6Wj40se4I/s1600/IMG_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505672440791494194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgT6iMI7jI/AAAAAAAAAos/jT6Wj40se4I/s200/IMG_0905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the last visit to the dentist he took x-rays.  I was surprised at how many teeth were about to be evicted by adult teeth coming in.  This was on all three middle children.  The first round came to be on Friday when Anna lost one of her front teeth with the other one to follow soon. (school pictures are going to look wonderful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone know where the tooth fairy can get a loan?&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/256666228352200731-3183964530633725606?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3183964530633725606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-i-borrow-some-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3183964530633725606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3183964530633725606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-i-borrow-some-money.html' title='Can I borrow some money?'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGgT7BgLx2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/vHUqy_JJ2Rg/s72-c/IMG_0906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7340722282328934966</id><published>2010-08-13T15:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:54:29.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is offical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXLqQg9diI/AAAAAAAAAok/47O7ZIrHsS8/s1600/IMG_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505030046378456610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXLqQg9diI/AAAAAAAAAok/47O7ZIrHsS8/s200/IMG_0904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After cleaning our bedroom I finally put Lyle's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;certificates&lt;/span&gt; in there frames.  He graduated in 2005 and I bought the frames shortly after that so it has only taken me 5 years to get all of it together.  Lyle hung them up and after much shifting they are finally straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-7340722282328934966?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7340722282328934966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-is-offical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7340722282328934966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7340722282328934966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-is-offical.html' title='He is offical'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXLqQg9diI/AAAAAAAAAok/47O7ZIrHsS8/s72-c/IMG_0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2792277624316524661</id><published>2010-08-13T15:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:43:18.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-2011 School Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids started school on Tuesday.  They were so happy! (as was I)  This was taken right before we walked out the door.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIzh2Z2vI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1wa2iymccko/s1600/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505026907115739890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIzh2Z2vI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1wa2iymccko/s200/IMG_0902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My big 1st grader, Anna.  She wore the same outfit to Meet the Teacher the Friday before.  I think it is her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIzMiVGUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/0n4Gm-Z4jYw/s1600/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505026901394397506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIzMiVGUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/0n4Gm-Z4jYw/s200/IMG_0901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared starts 3rd grade this year.  He is happy to be in the same class as all his friends this year.  I don't think the teacher will know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIy2jrieI/AAAAAAAAAoM/aHx803fAri0/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505026895494482402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIy2jrieI/AAAAAAAAAoM/aHx803fAri0/s200/IMG_0900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josie starts 5th grade this year.  She is ready to get into the thick of things and learn more.  I think she is also excited because she has to read for homework so she can have her face in a book and I will not bug her to do her chores around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIye7zHgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/r17514Xqy0E/s1600/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505026889153191426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIye7zHgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/r17514Xqy0E/s200/IMG_0899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Man on Campus, Austin, starts 8th grade.  When we went shoe shopping he is wearing the same size as his mom.  He is always going up to people we know and checking on if he is taller then they are.  About 6 more inches and he's got me beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIyHXsguI/AAAAAAAAAn8/aY1KXHJvNTA/s1600/IMG_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505026882827748066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIyHXsguI/AAAAAAAAAn8/aY1KXHJvNTA/s200/IMG_0898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am looking forward to a great year.  I know the kids are also.&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/256666228352200731-2792277624316524661?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2792277624316524661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/2010-2011-school-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2792277624316524661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2792277624316524661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/2010-2011-school-year.html' title='2010-2011 School Year'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGXIzh2Z2vI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1wa2iymccko/s72-c/IMG_0902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1539361318988346791</id><published>2010-08-09T10:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:13:05.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGBB60imAEI/AAAAAAAAAn0/X8uEsW1VuNA/s1600/IMG_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503471223438704706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGBB60imAEI/AAAAAAAAAn0/X8uEsW1VuNA/s200/IMG_0896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 15 years and 5 kids we are parting ways.  Although there was support at first it has been lacking in the last couple of year.  I can't relax and end up with a pain in my back!  I am moving on to bigger and better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle and I finally got a new bed!  We went from a Queen size to a King size.  We spent all morning cleaning our room and getting the room ready.  Then in the afternoon we picked-up the bed (saving $ 60.00 in a delivery charge) and brought it home.  After we moved the old bed downstairs and let the kids jump on it for the last couple of days.  This is my 5 little monkeys jumping on the bed.  So far one has not fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been GREAT with the bigger bed, but Lyle and I still end up meeting in the middle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-1539361318988346791?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1539361318988346791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1539361318988346791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1539361318988346791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-over.html' title='We are OVER!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGBB60imAEI/AAAAAAAAAn0/X8uEsW1VuNA/s72-c/IMG_0896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7576560881315284948</id><published>2010-08-09T10:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:58:08.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water, Water Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGBAfLSkcuI/AAAAAAAAAns/MZe0K9HpZyQ/s1600/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503469648997544674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGBAfLSkcuI/AAAAAAAAAns/MZe0K9HpZyQ/s200/IMG_0850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William loves water.  Always has.  Even his first bath he sat calmly through and to this day would love to stay in for hours.  When we go swimming he wants to jump in and just go (it's very scary).  We went camping and it rained (which we all enjoyed).  William took off his hood and let the rain fall on his head.  Then he found that it would drip off the edge of the trailer faster so that's were he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGBAehA6W7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/9cthIUVRtuE/s1600/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503469637649193906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGBAehA6W7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/9cthIUVRtuE/s200/IMG_0849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just tell by his face how much fun he is having.&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/256666228352200731-7576560881315284948?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7576560881315284948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/water-water-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7576560881315284948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7576560881315284948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/water-water-everywhere.html' title='Water, Water Everywhere'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TGBAfLSkcuI/AAAAAAAAAns/MZe0K9HpZyQ/s72-c/IMG_0850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3535151209685006916</id><published>2010-07-22T08:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:42:07.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 15th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TEhl8yESOPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/KR_NNV7UcDU/s1600/Mel_and_Lyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496755440111991026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TEhl8yESOPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/KR_NNV7UcDU/s200/Mel_and_Lyle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Lyle and I 15 year anniversary. I can't believe we have been married that long!  I love this man so much.  He goes to work everyday and works very hard so that I can stay home and take care of the kids, the house, and be involved in different organizations.  He is my best friend and a wonderful support when I need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-3535151209685006916?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3535151209685006916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-15th-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3535151209685006916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3535151209685006916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-15th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 15th Anniversary'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TEhl8yESOPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/KR_NNV7UcDU/s72-c/Mel_and_Lyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3838871948749663098</id><published>2010-07-14T08:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:24:25.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD3VddUp44I/AAAAAAAAAnE/CnAFsGrLHDM/s1600/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493781822526055298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD3VddUp44I/AAAAAAAAAnE/CnAFsGrLHDM/s200/IMG_0810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little man turned 2 yesterday.  I can't believe how time flies.  The doctor asked me if he uses a spoon ok and I told him yes, but you can tell from this picture that he prefers not to use one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD3Vc-ni8TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/FSRPtn0vETU/s1600/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493781814283792690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD3Vc-ni8TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/FSRPtn0vETU/s200/IMG_0804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called everyone to come and get cake and ice cream.  William did not wait for his brothers and sisters.  He was patiently waiting with a big grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD3VcM2PB2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/2a7wmLhSbeY/s1600/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493781800923629410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD3VcM2PB2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/2a7wmLhSbeY/s200/IMG_0806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cake a picked up from Coscto.  William loved dinosaurs and he wanted to eat his cake as soon as we picked it up from the refrigerator at Coscto. (Sorry its on its side, I couldn't flip it)&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/256666228352200731-3838871948749663098?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3838871948749663098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3838871948749663098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3838871948749663098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-years-old.html' title='2 years old'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD3VddUp44I/AAAAAAAAAnE/CnAFsGrLHDM/s72-c/IMG_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2337781130732436728</id><published>2010-07-13T17:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:00:18.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, Going, GONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K9Zt0LuI/AAAAAAAAAms/0juRNZol2Jo/s1600/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493559170453221090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K9Zt0LuI/AAAAAAAAAms/0juRNZol2Jo/s200/IMG_0790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie decided to donate her hair again to locks-of-love.  This will be her second time.  I was so sad to see is go as I REALLY like her hair.  I was going to have it cut right before school but both her and Anna couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K86Qtv-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/MHlBjS0X-mM/s1600/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493559162009665506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K86Qtv-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/MHlBjS0X-mM/s200/IMG_0793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked that I did an ok job on her hair, even with the tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K8h5sBZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/y__em7TShh8/s1600/IMG_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493559155470632338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K8h5sBZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/y__em7TShh8/s200/IMG_0799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of her decision to donate the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K73RCkKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RyA9NW7FFO4/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493559144025854114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K73RCkKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RyA9NW7FFO4/s200/IMG_0802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a big person for the decision that she made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K7dlZgxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/lf2oaqRhG50/s1600/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493559137131922194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K7dlZgxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/lf2oaqRhG50/s200/IMG_0803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves the new look.  Right before school we will go to a professional to fix the mess I made, but for now she is ok with how it looks.&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/256666228352200731-2337781130732436728?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2337781130732436728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-going-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2337781130732436728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2337781130732436728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-going-gone.html' title='Going, Going, GONE!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TD0K9Zt0LuI/AAAAAAAAAms/0juRNZol2Jo/s72-c/IMG_0790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6410311803365902972</id><published>2010-07-12T10:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:50:04.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a Culture pass for the Youth Museum.  I thought it was the Children's Museum that is downtown.  This was located in Mesa by the Temple.  It was really cool. The kids didn't want to leave.  I loved it because it gave them something to do and didn't cost anything but the gas to get us there.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTt7Ev-GI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JKnXPCugAEc/s1600/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493076218925283426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTt7Ev-GI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JKnXPCugAEc/s200/IMG_0729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls doing an art project.  They had different projects throughout the museum for the kids to do.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTtRywF4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/hNjmQG1M8Us/s1600/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493076207843940226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTtRywF4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/hNjmQG1M8Us/s200/IMG_0726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna playing house.  They had a kitchen with all the fake food and pots and pans and also a living room with books and couches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTsydyxtI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NZIi7IGQ1Hs/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493076199434536658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTsydyxtI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NZIi7IGQ1Hs/s200/IMG_0715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had a BLAST building these blocks up and crashing them down.  I don't know if Austin had more fun or William or everyone in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTsaQD4FI/AAAAAAAAAls/p6o1IVg2Uyo/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493076192934486098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTsaQD4FI/AAAAAAAAAls/p6o1IVg2Uyo/s200/IMG_0704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was right at the beginning. The kids wanted their pictures taken in the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTrjgvFoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CnxvQeqQZE0/s1600/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493076178240476802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTrjgvFoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CnxvQeqQZE0/s200/IMG_0706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are those sound things were you put your hand between the bars and it plays music.  The boys enjoyed this part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The also had art work and other musical instruments to play throughout the museum.  There was also a special room just for drawing on the walls.  I would defiantly do this again!&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/256666228352200731-6410311803365902972?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6410311803365902972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/youth-museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6410311803365902972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6410311803365902972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/youth-museum.html' title='Youth Museum'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDtTt7Ev-GI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JKnXPCugAEc/s72-c/IMG_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1466020980972738436</id><published>2010-07-10T10:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:02:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Meringue Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDi1HG6cLUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cJMvK39-H40/s1600/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492338879297760578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDi1HG6cLUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cJMvK39-H40/s200/IMG_0702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted something sweet but different one day.  I was looking through my cookbook and found this recipe for Lemon Meringue Pie.  It turned out really good.  Some of the kids only liked the meringue part and others the lemon part but there was nothing left after we were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDi1GjSqG_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/vWXdshe2nic/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492338869735660530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDi1GjSqG_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/vWXdshe2nic/s200/IMG_0701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was yummy!&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/256666228352200731-1466020980972738436?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1466020980972738436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/lemon-meringue-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1466020980972738436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1466020980972738436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/lemon-meringue-pie.html' title='Lemon Meringue Pie'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TDi1HG6cLUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cJMvK39-H40/s72-c/IMG_0702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-4258993163912004996</id><published>2010-06-28T07:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:02:15.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TCi4Yh_lFZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bck8IhCr-Ds/s1600/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487838877532362130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TCi4Yh_lFZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bck8IhCr-Ds/s200/IMG_0781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this idea for cupcakes in the Family Fun Magazine.  I thought I would make them for the Young Woman for Birthday Sunday (One Sunday a month that we celebrate every ones birthday.  We do it even when none of the girls have a birthday that month because its someones birthday that month). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TCi4Xxw6N3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/nkv9YK8SiMQ/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487838864585930610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TCi4Xxw6N3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/nkv9YK8SiMQ/s200/IMG_0779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they would be perfect because the theme for girls camp is VIP, Very Important Princess.  The crowns are made from Laffy Taffy and kept melting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TCi4Xcj1QCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dsvrm3PXE_w/s1600/IMG_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487838858893934626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TCi4Xcj1QCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dsvrm3PXE_w/s200/IMG_0780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a close of of the cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TCi4WyDGeGI/AAAAAAAAAk0/kQ0WGdJY6d4/s1600/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487838847482361954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TCi4WyDGeGI/AAAAAAAAAk0/kQ0WGdJY6d4/s200/IMG_0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some crowns that didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Young Woman thought they were so cute, but that didn't keep them from eating them up quickly.&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/256666228352200731-4258993163912004996?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4258993163912004996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4258993163912004996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4258993163912004996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-cupcakes.html' title='Cool Cupcakes'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TCi4Yh_lFZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bck8IhCr-Ds/s72-c/IMG_0781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7032795661211154650</id><published>2010-06-16T09:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:56:52.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anna loved kindergarten this year.  She loved learning to read, doing math, and socializing with her friends.  She had the same teacher as Josie and Jared (and William, when the time comes).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBkBUkXDkZI/AAAAAAAAAks/zAdjPFb86nQ/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483415474169680274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBkBUkXDkZI/AAAAAAAAAks/zAdjPFb86nQ/s200/IMG_0689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna with her diploma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBkBT4DpozI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Uqfh4cGNNTQ/s1600/IMG_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483415462277129010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBkBT4DpozI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Uqfh4cGNNTQ/s200/IMG_0690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna and the Teachers Assistant Mrs. Opal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBkBTYBMKAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/pOmY5MLOIyo/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483415453676873730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBkBTYBMKAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/pOmY5MLOIyo/s200/IMG_0691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna and her Teacher Mr. Wray.&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/256666228352200731-7032795661211154650?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7032795661211154650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindergarten-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7032795661211154650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7032795661211154650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindergarten-graduation.html' title='Kindergarten Graduation'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBkBUkXDkZI/AAAAAAAAAks/zAdjPFb86nQ/s72-c/IMG_0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-4459469958770935654</id><published>2010-06-15T14:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:43:38.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's 6th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBfzhlKkLhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/oJkwXDzb7CE/s1600/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483118829584526866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBfzhlKkLhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/oJkwXDzb7CE/s200/IMG_0673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna was very happy to have her birthday cake and ice cream.  I think William enjoyed it more than anyone.  A couple of days later I took her to the store to spend her money.  She was so happy to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in charge&lt;/span&gt; of everything.  Her brothers and sister were trying to get her to buy what they wanted.  It was funny to watch her turn them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBfzg_YDBSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cJINE6-tZlQ/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483118819440526626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBfzg_YDBSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cJINE6-tZlQ/s200/IMG_0672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/256666228352200731-4459469958770935654?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4459469958770935654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/annas-6th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4459469958770935654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/4459469958770935654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/annas-6th-birthday.html' title='Anna&apos;s 6th Birthday'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TBfzhlKkLhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/oJkwXDzb7CE/s72-c/IMG_0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-800244579940136136</id><published>2010-06-04T08:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:56:56.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TAkg1J65qBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/lTv4jeFZY2o/s1600/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478946519241041938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TAkg1J65qBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/lTv4jeFZY2o/s200/IMG_0671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alhambra Tradition School held their Kindergarten Awards Ceremony about a week before school ended.  Anna was so happy.  She loved kindergarten and can't wait until school starts again.  She got an award for reading more than 25 books and doing good in math.  She is a social butterfly just like her sister and loves all her friends that she met this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TAkg0lQ5BdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/LGv5V8DeSyo/s1600/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478946509401163218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TAkg0lQ5BdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/LGv5V8DeSyo/s200/IMG_0670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about the school she attends is that the likelihood of her graduating from 8 grade with the same kids is high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-800244579940136136?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/800244579940136136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindergarten-awards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/800244579940136136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/800244579940136136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindergarten-awards.html' title='Kindergarten Awards'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/TAkg1J65qBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/lTv4jeFZY2o/s72-c/IMG_0671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3434193269002205252</id><published>2010-05-10T16:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:19:00.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRghOoVjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Ojl4_CHhyf8/s1600/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469781735303042610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRghOoVjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Ojl4_CHhyf8/s200/IMG_0634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the great opportunity to go to Disneyland with Austin and his class from band.  This was Austin's first time at Disneyland and I haven't been in 16 years. (I know we live sheltered life's)  All the schools in the district met at one school at 10 pm on Thursday and were back at 6:30 am on Saturday. There were a total of eight kids going from his school that went, four girls and four boys.  That is how the band teacher split them up and I got the four boys.  One of the girls in the group had a crush on one of the boys in my group and wanted us to stay together, so we did.  This is the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRgENg9mI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Bcm5v1yNuTw/s1600/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469781727513736802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRgENg9mI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Bcm5v1yNuTw/s200/IMG_0666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Austin outside of The Indian Jones ride wearing his Indian Jones hat that he bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRfpwUkII/AAAAAAAAAjk/g7jrCcnOiEI/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469781720411967618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRfpwUkII/AAAAAAAAAjk/g7jrCcnOiEI/s200/IMG_0632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin sitting inside the A from the California sign, outside California Adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRfWQHtaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/1WCgr9btaOE/s1600/IMG_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469781715176633762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRfWQHtaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/1WCgr9btaOE/s200/IMG_0630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin and I on the tram from the parking lot to the entrance of Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRex2I2EI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DbytnJKJzUY/s1600/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469781705403979842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRex2I2EI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DbytnJKJzUY/s200/IMG_0667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland has gotten much smarter since I was there last.  Almost all the rides had this little compartments on them to hold your purse of bags.  I thought this was GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all Austin and I had a good time and were able to get a much deserved nap on Saturday.&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/256666228352200731-3434193269002205252?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3434193269002205252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/disneyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3434193269002205252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3434193269002205252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S-iRghOoVjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Ojl4_CHhyf8/s72-c/IMG_0634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7219360009030817829</id><published>2010-04-29T10:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:14:41.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9m8VVsFShI/AAAAAAAAAjM/QNzbFZ5QV8A/s1600/Van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465606697576122898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9m8VVsFShI/AAAAAAAAAjM/QNzbFZ5QV8A/s200/Van.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sold our Ford Expedition about 3 years ago as the payments were to much and we were able to get what we owed plus some more.  We then bought a van, used, with payments that we could afford.  We also got the extended warranty.  The van was having some issues right off the bat. We were able to save money and a year later got it into the shop.  We have had it in and out of the shop for the last year and a half.  It has gotten to the point that my service guy and I are on first name basis and he calls me by my nick-name.  I took it in AGAIN on Tuesday and on Wednesday got the call that they were going to put in a new engine!  I'm really glad that we got the extended warranty as we only have to come up with $300.00 and the warranty will cover $ 6,300.00 for the engine.  I hope and have been praying that this will fix the problem.  The Barnes family is really tired of making van payments and also paying to have it fixed with money that we have been saving to fix the truck that we are not making payments on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-7219360009030817829?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7219360009030817829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-van.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7219360009030817829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7219360009030817829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-van.html' title='Our Van'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9m8VVsFShI/AAAAAAAAAjM/QNzbFZ5QV8A/s72-c/Van.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7688065634024987345</id><published>2010-04-22T09:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:21:48.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just to answer some questions that were asked of me on the Blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All the soaps lost 1 oz when we washed our hands.  Do it didn't matter if it was the expensive stuff of the cheap stuff they all lasted the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The reason Lyle was unable to go to the airport with us was because it was Priesthood session of General Conference, Austin was upset not to go to the airport also, but I heard the session was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-7688065634024987345?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7688065634024987345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/fyi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7688065634024987345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7688065634024987345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7392190722209404414</id><published>2010-04-22T09:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:18:19.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Skate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9B1a6nR3tI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5BUw52Gh9vM/s1600/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462995453271465682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9B1a6nR3tI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5BUw52Gh9vM/s200/IMG_0612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids school has a Great Skate night at least once a year. We have missed the last three times because we had something else going on. We were finally able to go (The kids were so excited).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William is just a little two young put he had fun when we first got there putting on Anna's skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9B1aLXeuDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2gy-pxpGeYI/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462995440588732466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9B1aLXeuDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2gy-pxpGeYI/s200/IMG_0610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am trying to hold Anna up while in skates myself. I am surprised we made it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9B1ZvN5vNI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1dMZaSWR0dw/s1600/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462995433032367314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9B1ZvN5vNI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1dMZaSWR0dw/s200/IMG_0607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared and Anna could not wait to get on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9B1Y5Y2fiI/AAAAAAAAAis/JFAAvP6Nq1c/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462995418582777378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9B1Y5Y2fiI/AAAAAAAAAis/JFAAvP6Nq1c/s200/IMG_0606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna went around twice and then got off the floor and took her skates off and put her shoes back on (I think it was her way of telling us she was DONE). Lyle ended up turning in her skates and getting some for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all the kids had fun with out a lot of falling down. Austin was the only one that had been skating before. Lyle and I had not been for about 10 years.&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/256666228352200731-7392190722209404414?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7392190722209404414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-skate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7392190722209404414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7392190722209404414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-skate.html' title='Great Skate'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S9B1a6nR3tI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5BUw52Gh9vM/s72-c/IMG_0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6841366939564565007</id><published>2010-04-15T08:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:07:51.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World War II Fighter Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jared's scout troop took a trip to the Deer Valley Airport to see a World War II bomber and a training plane.  The kids had tons of fun.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8c459dbe7I/AAAAAAAAAik/-Rsqxk8xUZg/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460395641611713458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8c459dbe7I/AAAAAAAAAik/-Rsqxk8xUZg/s200/IMG_0601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josie and Anna in the training plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8c45WZW6kI/AAAAAAAAAic/L3A_8Gvoec0/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460395631125654082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8c45WZW6kI/AAAAAAAAAic/L3A_8Gvoec0/s200/IMG_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie posing after getting out of the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460395615380953346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8c44bvh2QI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wlOJXE9YxuM/s200/IMG_0577.JPG" /&gt; Josie helping William in the small walkway from the front of the plane to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8c43znABqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/0yFDd0drCAs/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460395604607764130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8c43znABqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/0yFDd0drCAs/s200/IMG_0570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bomber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention how much I like Jared's scout troop.  They have so many things that they do with him that we didn't get with Austin.&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/256666228352200731-6841366939564565007?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6841366939564565007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-war-ii-fighter-plane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6841366939564565007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6841366939564565007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-war-ii-fighter-plane.html' title='World War II Fighter Plane'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8c459dbe7I/AAAAAAAAAik/-Rsqxk8xUZg/s72-c/IMG_0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6422536517716747475</id><published>2010-04-14T09:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:16:01.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8XpDQOpMbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-x21Krsx6mM/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460026365361861042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8XpDQOpMbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-x21Krsx6mM/s200/IMG_0567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once a month I take all the bedding off beds and wash it.  It is easier to take it all off and pile by the laundry room and work my way through the pile.  I was washing dishes and hearing William say "Night, Night."  I thought this was weird because it was still early in the day.  I turned around to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8XpC3J5JdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/yWOTCHpGAnw/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460026358631048658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8XpC3J5JdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/yWOTCHpGAnw/s200/IMG_0569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8XpCYAWHdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/3AbNSibzSIs/s1600/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460026350269504978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8XpCYAWHdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/3AbNSibzSIs/s200/IMG_0565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-6422536517716747475?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6422536517716747475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/bedtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6422536517716747475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6422536517716747475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/bedtime.html' title='Bedtime???'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8XpDQOpMbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-x21Krsx6mM/s72-c/IMG_0567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-917950661176307905</id><published>2010-04-13T10:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:19:19.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a GREAT Big Brother</title><content type='html'>One morning Josie came down and wanted me to braid her ponytail.  I was in the middle of making breakfast and told her that I would when I was done.  Next thing I know I look over and there is Austin braiding her hair for her.  I didn't even know that he could braid.  What a great big brother she has.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8SnIF4vB7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/onq2ddd2PLA/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459672405740816306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8SnIF4vB7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/onq2ddd2PLA/s200/IMG_0535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8SnHVQm5pI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vF9JaZU7KjI/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459672392687609490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8SnHVQm5pI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vF9JaZU7KjI/s200/IMG_0534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/256666228352200731-917950661176307905?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/917950661176307905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-great-big-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/917950661176307905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/917950661176307905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-great-big-brother.html' title='What a GREAT Big Brother'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S8SnIF4vB7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/onq2ddd2PLA/s72-c/IMG_0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-9095773472038069745</id><published>2010-03-04T09:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:35:46.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fair Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josie had to do a Science Fair Project this year for school. It was very family involved (Lyle sister even came over with her new toy to help with the display).  Josie got 100% on the project but did not place in the Science Fair (All the kids that are 4-8 grade must participate).  She is already think about next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_fwTvqZVI/AAAAAAAAAhU/jbgwGYviWLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444816495541118290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_fwTvqZVI/AAAAAAAAAhU/jbgwGYviWLQ/s200/IMG_0525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who know that soap would take on A LOT of water when they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are soaked in it.  This was a bar of Dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_fvanZKrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qVj0l_sEO9k/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444816480205613746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_fvanZKrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qVj0l_sEO9k/s200/IMG_0517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The soaps expanded so much that we had to break the jars to get them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_fu0rgdHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oZdFeYr273E/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444816470022321266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_fu0rgdHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oZdFeYr273E/s200/IMG_0512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soap build up on my hands after washing 6 bars of soap for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 minutes each so see which one loses the most weight.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_fuLfLhvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/W9XMYifE3w8/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444816458964764402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_fuLfLhvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/W9XMYifE3w8/s200/IMG_0462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josie getting the soaps ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_ftFt0a5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/G1G1vkHg5zA/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444816440235682706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_ftFt0a5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/G1G1vkHg5zA/s200/IMG_0530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of the display.&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/256666228352200731-9095773472038069745?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9095773472038069745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/science-fair-project.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9095773472038069745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9095773472038069745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/science-fair-project.html' title='Science Fair Project'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S4_fwTvqZVI/AAAAAAAAAhU/jbgwGYviWLQ/s72-c/IMG_0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-9072066761482236718</id><published>2010-02-19T08:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:05:28.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Pictures of our Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally got around to developing the pictures that the kids took of our trip this last summer.  I bought them all 35mm cameras because it was cheaper then buying digital.  The down side to it is that you can't see the pictures until they are developed and you can't delete the ones you don't like.  Costco also charged me $ 35.00 to put them on a disk (Which they did not tell me until I question the amount that I was to pay).  These are some of the "winners"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361MFYtsmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/_i5UCd9WFPo/s1600-h/04050017_172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439984619119030882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361MFYtsmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/_i5UCd9WFPo/s200/04050017_172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is not that bad other than Anna used all 24 exposers at this one spot the second day into our trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361LmhoKqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xnDb8SJjO0I/s1600-h/04020013_093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439984610834918050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361LmhoKqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xnDb8SJjO0I/s200/04020013_093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna again-I think she did a good job taking a picture of the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361K_bvpEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/frjVUMyrtDA/s1600-h/03990015_060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439984600341259330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361K_bvpEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/frjVUMyrtDA/s200/03990015_060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josie trying to get a picture of the windmill while we are driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361KQjdQKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/75aEobVKsBE/s1600-h/03980016_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439984587757142178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361KQjdQKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/75aEobVKsBE/s200/03980016_036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Extreme close-up of Austin's finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361JY7cESI/AAAAAAAAAgM/p9ETEGKx83o/s1600-h/03970017_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439984572825342242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361JY7cESI/AAAAAAAAAgM/p9ETEGKx83o/s200/03970017_017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great use of shadowing!??!&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/256666228352200731-9072066761482236718?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9072066761482236718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-pictures-of-our-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9072066761482236718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9072066761482236718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-pictures-of-our-trip.html' title='Kids Pictures of our Trip'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S361MFYtsmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/_i5UCd9WFPo/s72-c/04050017_172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1118076290961741634</id><published>2010-02-18T09:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:05:33.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S31xAB231EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XYFXRbaZZ3g/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439628170245952578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S31xAB231EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XYFXRbaZZ3g/s200/IMG_0513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am VERY exited to post photos of the new additions to our family.  After many year of using my mom's Bosch I decided that when the tax return came in I was going to get my own as my mom was coming to get hers in March or June.  I use it about every two weeks to make bread and much more during the holidays to make rolls so I knew I needed one of my own.  This machine can make up to 6 loafs a bread or over 100 rolls at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S31w_peslaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/EzfTabfNC9o/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439628163702101410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S31w_peslaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/EzfTabfNC9o/s200/IMG_0514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did I tell you how much I LOVE this machine!  I decided to get the chopper, food processor and blender attachments also.  I can then get rid of all those extra appliances taking up room in my cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S31w_Hnkl_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/uVqiPAZJ1yY/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439628154612520946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S31w_Hnkl_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/uVqiPAZJ1yY/s200/IMG_0515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am also trying to eat healthier and bought the wheat grinder.  I have already played with it, but because I just bought 10lbs of wheat flour earlier I need to use it up before I can make my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S31w-hVGclI/AAAAAAAAAfs/f-GV-SxfT6k/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439628144334500434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S31w-hVGclI/AAAAAAAAAfs/f-GV-SxfT6k/s200/IMG_0516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I spent so much they threw in a 50lb bag of wheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...when you start smelling bread, it's my house.&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/256666228352200731-1118076290961741634?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1118076290961741634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-toys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1118076290961741634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1118076290961741634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-toys.html' title='New Toys'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S31xAB231EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XYFXRbaZZ3g/s72-c/IMG_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7697830790497352819</id><published>2010-02-05T09:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:49:02.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Valentine's Day Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anna's Daisy Scouts are having their Valentine's Day Party today.  After going to the store 4 times in the last 3 days and forgetting to get her cards I decided we were going to make them. She loved making the cards.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2xK5XtR92I/AAAAAAAAAfk/6vAcPqoQyAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434801199806281570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2xK5XtR92I/AAAAAAAAAfk/6vAcPqoQyAQ/s200/IMG_0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her putting the names on the cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2xK46Gs-0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/oBX1lYqEOBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434801191859845954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2xK46Gs-0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/oBX1lYqEOBQ/s200/IMG_0489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close up of the card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2xK4f_2TRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/U1auG3Iyr7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434801184851774738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2xK4f_2TRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/U1auG3Iyr7Y/s200/IMG_0467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All 21 of the cards that were made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we might make all the cards this year.&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/256666228352200731-7697830790497352819?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7697830790497352819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/annas-valentines-day-cards.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7697830790497352819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7697830790497352819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/annas-valentines-day-cards.html' title='Anna&apos;s Valentine&apos;s Day Cards'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2xK5XtR92I/AAAAAAAAAfk/6vAcPqoQyAQ/s72-c/IMG_0488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-9089519780662165063</id><published>2010-02-01T12:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:28:17.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2cqWLD7veI/AAAAAAAAAfM/iYMdihyd9WM/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433358035860569570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2cqWLD7veI/AAAAAAAAAfM/iYMdihyd9WM/s200/IMG_0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the things that Austin REALLY wanted this year for Christmas (besides a Nintendo DS-which I told he he was not getting) was the K'nex roller coaster.  Well when Santa did the shopping they were all out of them.  When his birthday came around I asked him if he wanted the money or the roller coaster.  You can tell by the pictures what he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2cqVpWqoqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/nu1OIdjAVVE/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433358026812334754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2cqVpWqoqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/nu1OIdjAVVE/s200/IMG_0450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had is set-up with in a hour and has been playing with it all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2cqVCHySII/AAAAAAAAAe8/Lq7wncNRv_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433358016280938626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2cqVCHySII/AAAAAAAAAe8/Lq7wncNRv_Q/s200/IMG_0444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his cake from his birthday.  He had to settle for it because I forgot to order it and Costco didn't have the one that he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was still VERY yummy!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2cqUxSMjuI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gxLWq0tzy3k/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433358011761200866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2cqUxSMjuI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gxLWq0tzy3k/s200/IMG_0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-9089519780662165063?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9089519780662165063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/austin-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9089519780662165063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/9089519780662165063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/austin-birthday.html' title='Austin Birthday'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S2cqWLD7veI/AAAAAAAAAfM/iYMdihyd9WM/s72-c/IMG_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6149627370409118463</id><published>2010-01-20T08:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:01:09.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin is 13!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1coAtbN7aI/AAAAAAAAAes/7xJU10pQwaU/s1600-h/Austin12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428851868477287842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1coAtbN7aI/AAAAAAAAAes/7xJU10pQwaU/s200/Austin12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span &gt;Austin is turning 13 TODAY!  I can't believe that 13 years ago today I became a mommy! He can be a pain in the you know what but he is a GREAT help around the house and taking care of his younger siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1coAfns-lI/AAAAAAAAAek/eRMBi329PYg/s1600-h/Austin6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428851864771557970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1coAfns-lI/AAAAAAAAAek/eRMBi329PYg/s200/Austin6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STINK!  (he is going to hate that I posted his nick name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/256666228352200731-6149627370409118463?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6149627370409118463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/austin-is-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6149627370409118463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6149627370409118463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/austin-is-13.html' title='Austin is 13!!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1coAtbN7aI/AAAAAAAAAes/7xJU10pQwaU/s72-c/Austin12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-971599202708358383</id><published>2010-01-19T08:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:06:42.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Crib for Me Mom</title><content type='html'>At 18 months I take my kids out of their cribs and put them into "Big Boy/Girl Beds".  I decided to keep William in his crib until he was 2 years old.  He thought other wise.  I put him down for a nap yesterday and got on the computer to pay bills.  About 10 minutes later he comes walking up to me.  I went upstairs and asked which kid had gotten him out.  It was the "not me" game.  I finally decided that someone just didn't want to get in trouble.  I put him into bed again and told all the kids not to get him out!  He again joined me about 5 minutes later.  I then put him back into his crib and this is what I saw:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XV_B9pbTI/AAAAAAAAAec/OwLeWhhhsik/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428480204700478770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XV_B9pbTI/AAAAAAAAAec/OwLeWhhhsik/s200/IMG_0423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XV-s2k65I/AAAAAAAAAeU/f-hC1vv7amc/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428480199033678738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XV-s2k65I/AAAAAAAAAeU/f-hC1vv7amc/s200/IMG_0424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XV-Bmc4LI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sk8pbuzV8gw/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428480187423318194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XV-Bmc4LI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sk8pbuzV8gw/s200/IMG_0425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVS6gaTtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/4TKChVD-8gI/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428479446784560850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVS6gaTtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/4TKChVD-8gI/s200/IMG_0426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVSN0_Q0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/bc6W7yKcIj4/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428479434791273282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVSN0_Q0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/bc6W7yKcIj4/s200/IMG_0427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVRgcI75I/AAAAAAAAAd0/9hM1I6DIlRI/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428479422607454098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVRgcI75I/AAAAAAAAAd0/9hM1I6DIlRI/s200/IMG_0429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVRFyyhTI/AAAAAAAAAds/TZFYU1M51Y0/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428479415454696754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVRFyyhTI/AAAAAAAAAds/TZFYU1M51Y0/s200/IMG_0430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVQjwf0KI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DBPkmdyL2u8/s1600-h/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428479406318276770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XVQjwf0KI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DBPkmdyL2u8/s200/IMG_0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is my only child who has climbed out of his crib.  I guess he didn't want to be in there anymore.  He slept in his "Big Boy" bed last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;night and&lt;/span&gt; it went better that I thought it would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-971599202708358383?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/971599202708358383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-more-crib-for-me-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/971599202708358383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/971599202708358383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-more-crib-for-me-mom.html' title='No More Crib for Me Mom'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1XV_B9pbTI/AAAAAAAAAec/OwLeWhhhsik/s72-c/IMG_0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1020938656049291466</id><published>2010-01-16T15:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:03:10.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Box Car Races</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCvdbM3GI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j9S819PMixM/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427473884054871138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCvdbM3GI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j9S819PMixM/s200/IMG_0391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared is involved in the Cub Scout program at his school. It is a good program and have the BEST Den leaders and Cub Master. They have many great activities that they do as a Den and Pack. This is there first year so they are trying to do almost everything to see what the boy's like and what doesn't go over to well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCu7FtEfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OQh5qqCs0Gs/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427473874837901810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCu7FtEfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OQh5qqCs0Gs/s200/IMG_0386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Box Car races. The Cub Scouts invited the Girl Scouts from the School so Josie got to join the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCuWBwwwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/cbUrpzvGU9U/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427473864889254658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCuWBwwwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/cbUrpzvGU9U/s200/IMG_0378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Josie and Jared's box cars. Josie did her all by herself and did a pretty good job. Jared got his box done but I helped with the painting and lettering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCt36dn1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/epUrf5Uu8qQ/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427473856805576530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCt36dn1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/epUrf5Uu8qQ/s200/IMG_0377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each race consisted of three people and 4 pit stops. On the first stop the racers had to"Get their windshields washed" this meant that they had to get their sunglasses wet with a spray bottle and washed off. The second pit stop was "Change their oil" This involved sipping water and spitting it out three times. The third pit stop was "Changing the Tires" this involved taking off the racers shoes and turning their socks inside out and putting everything back on. The last pit stop was "Re-fueling", the race had to drink a cup of water. Then they raced around the track one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCtfuMO7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/m6Nu0EXgLAE/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427473850311654322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCtfuMO7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/m6Nu0EXgLAE/s200/IMG_0376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found that most racers with a mom as their pit crew won because mom's know how to take socks and shoes off quickly and put them back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids all had fun. Jared won 2nd place (Austin was his pit crew and the "tire change" is when he lost the lap that he was up) and Josie was 1st place (I was her pit crew)&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/256666228352200731-1020938656049291466?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1020938656049291466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/jared-is-involved-in-cub-scout-program.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1020938656049291466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1020938656049291466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/jared-is-involved-in-cub-scout-program.html' title='Box Car Races'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1JCvdbM3GI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j9S819PMixM/s72-c/IMG_0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3943405129306468163</id><published>2010-01-15T09:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:36:35.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FRENCH BRAID</title><content type='html'>Anna HATES for me to do her hair.  She will let me make sure she has no tangles but will not let me do anything to it unless I talk her into it.  Imagine my surprise when after taking a bath she wanted me to french braid her hair so that she would have wavy hair like Josie, in the morning.  She has short hair so I didn't know how it would go, but if you look at her face you can answer that for yourself.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1CYLnm2tLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/rGg0SmPY0tA/s1600-h/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427004876359382194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1CYLnm2tLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/rGg0SmPY0tA/s200/IMG_0375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the finished product.  I think I did an ok job, but poor girl has hair like mine and the waves only lasted for about 1/2 the day.  Oh well, she was happy to have the wavy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1CYLJflBtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/E7BMatOdnlg/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427004868275799762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1CYLJflBtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/E7BMatOdnlg/s200/IMG_0374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/256666228352200731-3943405129306468163?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3943405129306468163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/french-braid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3943405129306468163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3943405129306468163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/french-braid.html' title='The FRENCH BRAID'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S1CYLnm2tLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/rGg0SmPY0tA/s72-c/IMG_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1246437552137169057</id><published>2010-01-14T09:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:24:29.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S09Dv31lJyI/AAAAAAAAAck/gTcaSfijaJE/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426630565726332706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S09Dv31lJyI/AAAAAAAAAck/gTcaSfijaJE/s200/IMG_0360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin had to rake the leaves up and thought it would be fun to let his brother play in it. Josie they decided to take pictures.  They had fun playing in the leaves and throwing them all over again.  Austin didn't even complain about having to rake them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S09DvJSLGaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-IPw1sacBXI/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426630553229793698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S09DvJSLGaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-IPw1sacBXI/s200/IMG_0361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of the leaves on William taken by Josie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S09DuQIfKJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/mT19UbjYFD8/s1600-h/IMG_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426630537888344210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S09DuQIfKJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/mT19UbjYFD8/s200/IMG_0358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oldest and youngest.&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/256666228352200731-1246437552137169057?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1246437552137169057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/playing-in-leaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1246437552137169057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1246437552137169057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/playing-in-leaves.html' title='Playing in Leaves'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S09Dv31lJyI/AAAAAAAAAck/gTcaSfijaJE/s72-c/IMG_0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6180585593472153420</id><published>2010-01-13T08:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:54:21.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S03sKn4k3OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mak4FR8gu2o/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426252793300442338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S03sKn4k3OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mak4FR8gu2o/s200/IMG_0357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some pictures of Christmas 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S03sKF2LK8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/9T1rF6PscyM/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426252784163564482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S03sKF2LK8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/9T1rF6PscyM/s200/IMG_0356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S03sJnwlElI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OeOnfbkVW0M/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426252776087032402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S03sJnwlElI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OeOnfbkVW0M/s200/IMG_0355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S03sJOdDWzI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZmD1eqxUHC0/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426252769294244658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S03sJOdDWzI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZmD1eqxUHC0/s200/IMG_0354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/256666228352200731-6180585593472153420?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6180585593472153420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6180585593472153420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6180585593472153420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/S03sKn4k3OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mak4FR8gu2o/s72-c/IMG_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2547596612935099323</id><published>2009-12-29T15:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:34:31.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETS GO COYOTES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzqATL1Rq9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GdBLMog6e1I/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420786168575929298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzqATL1Rq9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GdBLMog6e1I/s200/IMG_0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some friends of our invited the Lyle, the kids and I to the Coyotes game on the Monday before Christmas.  The really had a good time (it also helps when the Coyotes win).  We were in the nose bleed section which is PERFECT when you attend games with kids.  William fell in love with Howler, the Coyotes' Mascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzqASqI9mXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0yAzjSuXtO0/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420786159531694450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzqASqI9mXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0yAzjSuXtO0/s200/IMG_0340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Anna eating Dippin' Dots.  She told me "They taste like ice cream!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzqASP_gllI/AAAAAAAAAbc/B1rpJODNh2s/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420786152512722514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzqASP_gllI/AAAAAAAAAbc/B1rpJODNh2s/s200/IMG_0341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older kids got to sit in their own row about two rows below us.  I think they loved the freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyle and I went back the Saturday after Christmas with another group of friends.  It was another great game (Coyotes won), and it was nice not to wrestle with the kids.&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/256666228352200731-2547596612935099323?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2547596612935099323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-go-coyotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2547596612935099323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2547596612935099323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-go-coyotes.html' title='LETS GO COYOTES!!!!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzqATL1Rq9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GdBLMog6e1I/s72-c/IMG_0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-6689423391292203010</id><published>2009-12-28T09:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:17:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quiet Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I drop the kids off at school and the bus the babies and I come home.  I still have things to do before they go to bed so this is how I get them done:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzjZRTJRLNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/AN8UcQUYkWE/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420321042760543442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzjZRTJRLNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/AN8UcQUYkWE/s200/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both of them love to watch the Teletubbies, then they take a nap.  This is the only way I was able to take a class online this last semester.  What did people do before TV?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-6689423391292203010?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6689423391292203010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-quiet-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6689423391292203010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/6689423391292203010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-quiet-time.html' title='My Quiet Time'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzjZRTJRLNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/AN8UcQUYkWE/s72-c/IMG_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3284178753749791994</id><published>2009-12-26T11:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:18:12.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrangler Butts!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know my husband, know that he doesn't wear anything but Wranglers.   My BFF gave me some Wrangler jeans that fit William, so I found some boots that Lyle's sister gave me when Austin was a baby and put them on William with the Wranglers.  He looks so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzZScJ2Lk3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/MMp310xuQzc/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419609845219955570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzZScJ2Lk3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/MMp310xuQzc/s200/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzZSbozaSII/AAAAAAAAAa8/eIxqqG95voU/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419609836349966466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzZSbozaSII/AAAAAAAAAa8/eIxqqG95voU/s200/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/256666228352200731-3284178753749791994?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3284178753749791994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrangler-butts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3284178753749791994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3284178753749791994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrangler-butts.html' title='Wrangler Butts!'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzZScJ2Lk3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/MMp310xuQzc/s72-c/IMG_0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7411779893087054124</id><published>2009-12-25T19:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:10:00.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Baker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Anna's class holiday party they got to make cookies.  The homeroom parent got all the kids matching bakers hats and aprons.  Now when ever she helps in the kitchen she has to wear them.  This is her getting the seeds and stuff out of a pumpkin so we can make fresh pumpkin for pies, muffins, breads, cookies, pumpkin rolls, and anything else that I want to try.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzVvttEVK2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/NrKh6rnUYVA/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419360557592816482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzVvttEVK2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/NrKh6rnUYVA/s200/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/256666228352200731-7411779893087054124?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7411779893087054124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-baker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7411779893087054124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7411779893087054124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-baker.html' title='Little Baker'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzVvttEVK2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/NrKh6rnUYVA/s72-c/IMG_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3304217149207719126</id><published>2009-12-24T14:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:50:06.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing-A-Longs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzPgkf0CyhI/AAAAAAAAAas/CRMhd9L7Jjs/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418921694276536850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzPgkf0CyhI/AAAAAAAAAas/CRMhd9L7Jjs/s200/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are pictures of the kids during their sing-a-longs. Josie (glasses) and Jared's(glasses) pictures didn't turn out so good, but they were in the back and I couldn't get any closer. With Anna I was pretty close to the stage and she was in front (pink shirt).  They all did a good job and knew all of their songs. They really enjoy singing. Austin had his band concert earlier that week but I forgot my camera. So I will not get mother of the year, but this will be the 12 year in a row-so I'm not so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzPgj7T4qdI/AAAAAAAAAak/03orCURaysU/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418921684477979090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzPgj7T4qdI/AAAAAAAAAak/03orCURaysU/s200/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzPgjdCkV_I/AAAAAAAAAac/4ANB-GQzrtA/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418921676352280562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzPgjdCkV_I/AAAAAAAAAac/4ANB-GQzrtA/s200/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/256666228352200731-3304217149207719126?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3304217149207719126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/sing-longs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3304217149207719126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3304217149207719126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/sing-longs.html' title='Sing-A-Longs'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzPgkf0CyhI/AAAAAAAAAas/CRMhd9L7Jjs/s72-c/IMG_0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-1164335290241457138</id><published>2009-12-23T10:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:49:18.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gifts (CAUTION: back side exposed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzJXASBfZRI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_4ab2UOa4C4/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418488964029834514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzJXASBfZRI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_4ab2UOa4C4/s200/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lyle and I this year decided to be practical in our gift giving this year.  He got me two porcelain statues and I got him 2 porcelain commodes.  (all four are pictured to the left of your screen)  The down stairs toilet started to leak, and Lyle found a deal that he couldn't resist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzJW_1Da7eI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KhCO8rSM5DI/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418488956253302242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzJW_1Da7eI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KhCO8rSM5DI/s200/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle playing plumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzJW_R4UDsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SkOKVFfOR8w/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418488946811473602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzJW_R4UDsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SkOKVFfOR8w/s200/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gift is one that we will appreciate all year long!&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/256666228352200731-1164335290241457138?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1164335290241457138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gifts-caution-back-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1164335290241457138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/1164335290241457138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gifts-caution-back-side.html' title='Christmas Gifts (CAUTION: back side exposed)'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzJXASBfZRI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_4ab2UOa4C4/s72-c/IMG_0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-2595506873164995307</id><published>2009-12-22T08:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:41:26.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barnes Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Barnes Family decided to try to do a garden this year.  I would like to say that it did great, but it did not.  We need to find a better place to have it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzDnQK6SdRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NcTC2WY_1eI/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418084616719463698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzDnQK6SdRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NcTC2WY_1eI/s200/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin and Lyle tilling up the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzDnP4j4fII/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4FcEFyrFwIc/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418084611793648770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzDnP4j4fII/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4FcEFyrFwIc/s200/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cheap labor getting the rocks out and the ground ready.  The manure that we bought really had a BAD smell to it, and the kids did not want to help shovel it, not that it stopped us from making them help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/256666228352200731-2595506873164995307?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2595506873164995307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/barnes-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2595506873164995307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/2595506873164995307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/barnes-garden.html' title='The Barnes Garden'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzDnQK6SdRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NcTC2WY_1eI/s72-c/IMG_0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-7893233800206511180</id><published>2009-12-21T16:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:55:07.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>William and the Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzAIosOWNII/AAAAAAAAAZs/MuL6HpJYYoo/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417839846885831810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzAIosOWNII/AAAAAAAAAZs/MuL6HpJYYoo/s200/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lyle added about 6 feet of track to our train this year (plus another car).  Every time Lyle is near the train William is right there beside him.  He really likes the train.  Here he is being a tunnel for the train to go under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Lyle walks in the door William says "Mama...Daddy... Choo Choo!" (Lyle is both mama and daddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzAIoOGgORI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0vdkl2EncRY/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417839838799870226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzAIoOGgORI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0vdkl2EncRY/s200/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was doing dishes right after I took the kids to school and the babies were being too quiet.  As I walked into the front room, William is standing by the train controls and has the train running in reverse, full blast.  Some of the cars had already derailed but the engine was just pushing them along.  He had flipped the switch to turn on the train and had started it up, after watching Lyle do it once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzAIngYGhTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VMCNE97Uc7I/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417839826525652274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzAIngYGhTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VMCNE97Uc7I/s200/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now unplug the train when we do not have it on.  Lesson learned.&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/256666228352200731-7893233800206511180?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7893233800206511180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/william-and-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7893233800206511180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/7893233800206511180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/william-and-train.html' title='William and the Train'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SzAIosOWNII/AAAAAAAAAZs/MuL6HpJYYoo/s72-c/IMG_0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-5277750647044993359</id><published>2009-12-20T18:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:30:39.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Little Megan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sy7NuWqIK2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/93scN8ZC4LI/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493598013238114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sy7NuWqIK2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/93scN8ZC4LI/s200/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie LOVES my niece Megan, who is about 5 years older than her.  We call her "Little Megan" (we would call Megan "Little Katy, after my sister whom she idealized).  When we go to family gatherings she always wants to know if Megan will be there.  The last time we got together Megan was not there and Josie was very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were getting ready to go to Thanksgiving dinner at my sisters Josie asked if Megan was going to be there.  I told her yes.  She then stated that Megan "will probable want to do my hair and put make-up on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sy7Nt_SQKnI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MW3eXJPYz4c/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493591739083378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sy7Nt_SQKnI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MW3eXJPYz4c/s200/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got to my sisters I mention it to Megan and a short time later I could not find Josie.  About one hour later Josie came down the stairs with hair and make-up done.  She just looks too grown-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very glad that Megan is a great influence on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/256666228352200731-5277750647044993359?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5277750647044993359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-megan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5277750647044993359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/5277750647044993359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-megan.html' title='&quot;Little Megan&quot;'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sy7NuWqIK2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/93scN8ZC4LI/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-8259048111992051469</id><published>2009-12-17T09:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:35:24.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lyle's sisters and I would get pictures done of the cousins who were close in age.  We have not done it in a couple of years.  After Jared's baptism one of Lyle's sisters took them to get them done. Don't they look beautiful.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sypc3HlZs8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/RPvkeNoIcH0/s1600-h/3+girls+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416243603864925122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sypc3HlZs8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/RPvkeNoIcH0/s200/3+girls+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sypc26KNT3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/3zhg_OQ-fF8/s1600-h/3+boys+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416243600261205874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sypc26KNT3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/3zhg_OQ-fF8/s200/3+boys+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe how big they have gotten.  I'm sure pictures were much easier to take then the first couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/256666228352200731-8259048111992051469?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8259048111992051469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/cousin-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8259048111992051469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/8259048111992051469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/cousin-pictures.html' title='Cousin Pictures'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/Sypc3HlZs8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/RPvkeNoIcH0/s72-c/3+girls+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256666228352200731.post-3186178312457088550</id><published>2009-12-16T08:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:54:59.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SykBLqUHSJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/78GjPiHGIus/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415861326738573458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SykBLqUHSJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/78GjPiHGIus/s200/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie had to do a diorama for her class on "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe."  She had to do it on her favorite part of the story.  She also had to write a paper on why she chose that particular part and why it was her favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SykBLKjUcaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sXGKsBPgito/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415861318212415906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SykBLKjUcaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sXGKsBPgito/s200/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when Lucy first came out of the wardrobe.  She said that is was her favorite part because that is when all the excitement starts.  She also drew a picture on her summery sheet but I was unable to get a picture because we were running late this morning.  You can't tell in the picture but she used glitter glue on the trees so that they would look like they have snow on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she did a GREAT job.&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/256666228352200731-3186178312457088550?l=bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3186178312457088550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/lion-witch-and-wardrobe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3186178312457088550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/256666228352200731/posts/default/3186178312457088550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbarnesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/lion-witch-and-wardrobe.html' title='&quot;The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe&quot;'/><author><name>Barnes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283671167303701627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Re-yY_xwluI/SykBLqUHSJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/78GjPiHGIus/s72-c/IMG_0306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
