<?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-2146532369420481278</id><updated>2012-01-24T11:38:26.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday with the Gibsons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>367</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5087022082285071454</id><published>2012-01-24T11:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:38:26.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY CRAZY busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbIACubUAo0/Tx75wGyhgsI/AAAAAAAACXo/0iRd86MCczU/s1600/P9270002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbIACubUAo0/Tx75wGyhgsI/AAAAAAAACXo/0iRd86MCczU/s400/P9270002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701268783149187778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been busy! Super busy. Bob needs me all day most days to be right next to him. Henry too. Then two times a day I walk up to the school to get the big kids. And three days a week we go to Gaslight for Kenzie. Wednesday nights are church (both Will and I have to be there). PLUS Will is out of town often for work.....So I get to be a single mom of 4!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways if the blog isn't updated often you now know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5087022082285071454?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5087022082285071454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5087022082285071454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5087022082285071454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5087022082285071454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy-crazy-busy.html' title='CRAZY CRAZY busy'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbIACubUAo0/Tx75wGyhgsI/AAAAAAAACXo/0iRd86MCczU/s72-c/P9270002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7267133627296949427</id><published>2011-12-04T07:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T07:44:28.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH93DOXDd0w/TtuDOADO-5I/AAAAAAAACWE/xPeuAGlc8Ek/s1600/PB190014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682279631412984722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH93DOXDd0w/TtuDOADO-5I/AAAAAAAACWE/xPeuAGlc8Ek/s400/PB190014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This month Henry has learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-To walk!!! It was so fun to see at 1st cause he looked like he had just gotten off a horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-he also dances. Every time music comes on he is dancing (even in his car seat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-if he wants more food he waves at it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-weighs 18 pounds (the pjs in the picture above are 3-6months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-loves pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-doesn't like eggnog or pickles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he also didn't like Thanksgiving dinner (this I am sure will change!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Bob and him wrestle and he laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Henry is just so much fun. He laughs and plays all day long. He is the easiest baby ever, which is nice cause Bob (while not naughty) is like 9 kids. I love love love this kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7267133627296949427?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7267133627296949427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7267133627296949427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7267133627296949427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7267133627296949427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/12/15-months.html' title='15 months'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH93DOXDd0w/TtuDOADO-5I/AAAAAAAACWE/xPeuAGlc8Ek/s72-c/PB190014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2449082516072254575</id><published>2011-10-27T21:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:04:32.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICAGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacey (my best friend) and I took a break and went to Chicago for a week (well almost a week). We had a fun time! I will have to post in stages to get it all in. So this is day one!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PxV7SLZAgg/Tqot0zvBzlI/AAAAAAAACVY/sLIf3dcM95Y/s1600/PA030015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393466263096914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PxV7SLZAgg/Tqot0zvBzlI/AAAAAAAACVY/sLIf3dcM95Y/s400/PA030015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is super happy to be getting out of town!! We left super early and arrived at 11am. And we were HUNGRY! So Aunt Jan (that's Stacey's aunt but she has been mine since I 1st went up there 12 years ago!) took us to a super yummy burger place called Village something arather. Then we got to her house and dropped our stuff off and headed into town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to a store kind of like trader joes only it was HUGE and cheap. We got dinner there. Then we went to Tom's Farm Market. We got some Pumpkin donuts that were to die for! OH my goodness. I LOVE pumpkin stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1hYhuWucA0/Tqot0dikk0I/AAAAAAAACVM/lije4on2EvQ/s1600/PA030019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393460305269570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1hYhuWucA0/Tqot0dikk0I/AAAAAAAACVM/lije4on2EvQ/s400/PA030019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had these blue pumpkin that were more of an off whiteish color. But it was fun. This is Stacey showing the "blue pumpkin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5V_auaDuG4/Tqotzy-taSI/AAAAAAAACVA/ptaFQKuewEo/s1600/PA030018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393448880564514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5V_auaDuG4/Tqotzy-taSI/AAAAAAAACVA/ptaFQKuewEo/s400/PA030018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us being well...us!&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/-RM_briUhu-U/TqotzhnwALI/AAAAAAAACUw/yYHlrGTjiIs/s1600/PA030021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393444220862642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM_briUhu-U/TqotzhnwALI/AAAAAAAACUw/yYHlrGTjiIs/s400/PA030021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacey was helping her self to this pumpkin baby!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTqWmVmW99o/TqotzZPMZQI/AAAAAAAACUo/cjJVxHtgr1c/s1600/PA030022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393441970382082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTqWmVmW99o/TqotzZPMZQI/AAAAAAAACUo/cjJVxHtgr1c/s400/PA030022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cute little happy family! (don't you love the tree)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up is our shopping and brat trip. That's right I ate a brat and Will was so mad he wasn't there to see it.......&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://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2449082516072254575?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2449082516072254575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2449082516072254575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2449082516072254575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2449082516072254575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/10/chicago.html' title='CHICAGO'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PxV7SLZAgg/Tqot0zvBzlI/AAAAAAAACVY/sLIf3dcM95Y/s72-c/PA030015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-8895648370108728941</id><published>2011-10-25T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:07:17.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday baby girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my sweet baby girl is 6! I can't believe how fast it has gone by! She is in Kinder and loving it. She has gotten sassier (is that a word and even possible?) But she is wonderful and we LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE her!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtKJ2YEumbI/Tqd2xXVuy9I/AAAAAAAACS4/37DXybd07ic/s1600/Kenzie_birthday_063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629246519888850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtKJ2YEumbI/Tqd2xXVuy9I/AAAAAAAACS4/37DXybd07ic/s400/Kenzie_birthday_063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On her 1st b-day! She ate so much cake that she threw up! The girl LOVES cake. In fact she loves sweets. She has a sweet tooth like her mama. (I need to make a call to her Mama cause she is also sassy, cranky, oppinated, bossy....JUST LIKE HER MAMA;) ) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s03zSMB3wFo/Tqd2xZrFnLI/AAAAAAAACSk/NfKgNkjoz44/s1600/IMGP4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629247146335410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s03zSMB3wFo/Tqd2xZrFnLI/AAAAAAAACSk/NfKgNkjoz44/s400/IMGP4818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE this one of her! She is also super girly JUST LIKE HER MAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euFh2ePQjHo/Tqd2w-hkooI/AAAAAAAACSc/_2sbll-jtg8/s1600/PA150101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629239858668162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euFh2ePQjHo/Tqd2w-hkooI/AAAAAAAACSc/_2sbll-jtg8/s400/PA150101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is loves to be on stage (umm. just like her mama!) This was taken after her 1st play&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/-Bf9k0uWNFKA/Tqd2wu-b4pI/AAAAAAAACSQ/0qVEce3u90U/s1600/PA220075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629235684762258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf9k0uWNFKA/Tqd2wu-b4pI/AAAAAAAACSQ/0qVEce3u90U/s400/PA220075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is with her mama!! :) I think she looks like me (her mama!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if she is a little hard to handle at times she is super loving and so much fun to have around. She is very helpful with the little boys. And Bob loves playing with her. (they will play "mom and dad" or "puppy" all day or until Bob can't take her bossing him again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenzie brings so much spunk to our family and we Love every second of it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Happy 6th birthday baby girl! We love you very much and can't wait to see all the fun things you have in store for us!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-8895648370108728941?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/8895648370108728941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=8895648370108728941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8895648370108728941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8895648370108728941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-baby-girl.html' title='Happy birthday baby girl!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtKJ2YEumbI/Tqd2xXVuy9I/AAAAAAAACS4/37DXybd07ic/s72-c/Kenzie_birthday_063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-9116017633121902342</id><published>2011-10-18T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:44:52.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years worth of stuff!</title><content type='html'>I have 1 day left in my 20's. I can't believe it! It seems like just yesterday I was turning 19 or even 25 (I cried that day). So it's really hard to believe that I will be 30! 30?!?!!? just doesn't sound right. So I asked myself what the heck happened to the last 10 years? So here is what I have done in my 20's (I list them mostly so I feel better about leaving them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married the BEST man ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 4 babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped and supported my husband with two businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out I have a seizure disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gained and lost a LOT of weight (I would put it all down but NO thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone on LOTS of trips and vacations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moved 9 times. (I HATE moving)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally stopped bitting my nails (this is a new thing in the last few months. Hope it stays!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have lost and gained friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still have the same best friend from High school &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tried to grow my hair out many times only to get bored and cut it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Become an auntie to 11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cleaned up more puke then I can count&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wiped away many tears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stayed up all night with sick babies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Changed more diapers then I ever thought I would&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learned to sew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learned to scrapbook better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;gave birth without drugs (something I NEVER thought I would do)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;went 6 years without a cell phone (I only have one now cause the kids are in school and they school may need to call me. I don't even know the number:) )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learned to cook, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kind of still working on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Planned 18 birthday parties and many other parties. I LOVE parties&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learned to can and I actually like it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Potty trained 3 kids &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Starting to enjoy working out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learned to live for the small things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cuddled some sweet babies when they couldn't sleep or a sweet little girl who had a friend move away so she cried herself to sleep (I can see this happening a lot later on with BIGGER things)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stayed overnight in the hospital&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joined the PTA (kind of weird)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also I am on the site counsil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking back on the last 10 year I say I have done a lot and can't believe I fit that much in. I am sure I am missing a lot. I guess I am kind of excited to see what the next 10 years have in store for me. I hope maybe a baby or two. Maybe even one more move (and not in Tucson!) maybe....We shall see together...So ready or not 30 here I come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-9116017633121902342?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/9116017633121902342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=9116017633121902342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/9116017633121902342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/9116017633121902342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/10/10-years-worth-of-stuff.html' title='10 years worth of stuff!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-8435213269955160473</id><published>2011-10-10T10:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T18:01:00.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob is 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEt-VlXSvK8/TpMvEkaGkwI/AAAAAAAACQg/h5aGJ8ZQi48/s1600/P9270002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661920912073986818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEt-VlXSvK8/TpMvEkaGkwI/AAAAAAAACQg/h5aGJ8ZQi48/s400/P9270002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sept 28 Bob turned 3!! And he is super excited to be 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He weighs 29 pounds (25%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and is in the 5% of height (not a shock) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kid is on the go all day! If he sits still for just a minute or two he will fall asleep (I have pictures of him sleeping in all kinds of weird spots around the house)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He follows me around all day and LOVES to help with laundry and mopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the car didn't start he asked "why isn't the car loading?" It was super cute and we told him and car is not like a movie it doesn't load it starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favorite movies are Rio, Yogi bear, and anything Mickey Mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favorite Charactor is Mickey Mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favorite toys are trains, legos, cars, and dress up clothes (that his sister puts on him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favorite Food "mango ball" Mac and cheese (he calls footballs mango balls and so he calls velveta mac and cheese that), yogurt, granola, peanut butter sandwiches, and protein shakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favorite animal is a monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves "stinky truck" which is the trash man and so Tuesday is his favorite day cause it's trash day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tell Will "Daddy you're my best friend" anytime he wants something cause he knows he will get it if he say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He thinks he needs a paci still and will tell us he "just needs a taste of Henry's"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had to go to the ER 3 times this year. 2 times for a cut on the head to super glue shut and once cause he tried to pick up a scorpion. (I think I lost a few years and that is why I found one grey hair!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bob is such a sweet boy and is quick to say sorry. He doesn't like to hurt your feelings and will try to fix the wrong ASAP. He loves his brothers and sister and will let Kenzie put any kind of dress up on she wants. He will also play any silly game she comes up with. But if she gets too bossy he will let her know and he'll start yelling. So don't cross him! He comes in our bed almost every night (I know I said I won't do it but the kid won't stay in after 3am) He is so much fun to be around and I love him so much. I am so glad to be his mommy! I still can't believe how silly and funny he is at such a young age. Can't wait to see what's next with this little guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-8435213269955160473?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/8435213269955160473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=8435213269955160473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8435213269955160473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8435213269955160473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/10/bob-is-3.html' title='Bob is 3!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEt-VlXSvK8/TpMvEkaGkwI/AAAAAAAACQg/h5aGJ8ZQi48/s72-c/P9270002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4685743975944793774</id><published>2011-09-05T18:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:24:36.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Henry!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One year ago our family grew by one sweet little man and my heart grew too! He is so sweet and so fun. He gives the BEST kisses and always has a smile for you. This year has gone by so fast I can't believe my baby is one. I really want to slow down time (or even stop it)!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AH4Vs6tjmBE/TmV_1l0OpQI/AAAAAAAACQY/K5vGME3XS2Q/s1600/P9030024%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061866267124994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AH4Vs6tjmBE/TmV_1l0OpQI/AAAAAAAACQY/K5vGME3XS2Q/s400/P9030024%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my sweet baby fresh from heaven! (and don't judge the crappy way I look I had this baby in less then 3 hours with NO drugs. He was faced the wrong way and wasn't breathing. So it was hard and I was tired and worried. And at this point he is about 1.5 old or more and I FINALLY got to hold him! So NO judging okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnpKQxny1YE/TmV_1YSu2YI/AAAAAAAACQQ/F-e4B-TXXwU/s1600/DSC_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061862636968322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnpKQxny1YE/TmV_1YSu2YI/AAAAAAAACQQ/F-e4B-TXXwU/s400/DSC_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 week old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBaBI4P2IEc/TmV_1AA5usI/AAAAAAAACQI/2jbA2OpO6ek/s1600/DSC_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061856119732930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBaBI4P2IEc/TmV_1AA5usI/AAAAAAAACQI/2jbA2OpO6ek/s400/DSC_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 weeks! I love his little mouth!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSrTSvsVjOc/TmV_09cXPDI/AAAAAAAACQA/aLVCCpLh8Go/s1600/P9030096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061855429606450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSrTSvsVjOc/TmV_09cXPDI/AAAAAAAACQA/aLVCCpLh8Go/s400/P9030096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is my big boy on his birthday (with BOB and me) He is getting so big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure of weight and all that I will post after Dr. appt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He claps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-stands up on everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-eats everything we give him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When you say "kiss n face" he plants a BIG wet one on you! (I LOVE IT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Says "Hi dad" "dada" "mama" and lots of other things I don't understand but he does cause his hands are going and eyebrows go up and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-laughs all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-has two teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-got rid of the bottle!! (so excited about that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-thinks puppies are fun and laughs at them (till they hump him then he gets mad!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-has the best sad face ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Loves to try and rip your face off! (really he loves faces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXnaEHpi-3o/TmV_0mGwbrI/AAAAAAAACP4/5lu0Fpe_3fs/s1600/P9030074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061849164967602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXnaEHpi-3o/TmV_0mGwbrI/AAAAAAAACP4/5lu0Fpe_3fs/s400/P9030074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he loves cake!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE this little man! I am so lucky to be his mommy and can't wait till he says Mommy! He is just the cutest sweet thing. I love to kiss and cuddle and love this baby. So thankful to have him in our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4685743975944793774?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4685743975944793774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4685743975944793774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4685743975944793774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4685743975944793774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-henry.html' title='Happy birthday Henry!!!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AH4Vs6tjmBE/TmV_1l0OpQI/AAAAAAAACQY/K5vGME3XS2Q/s72-c/P9030024%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5598537339088847246</id><published>2011-08-22T15:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:14:43.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whippy Cake!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kZ3V0AMNQ8/TlLTuLOjJnI/AAAAAAAACPo/SwYWMLv5UY4/s1600/muffy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643806073289909874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kZ3V0AMNQ8/TlLTuLOjJnI/AAAAAAAACPo/SwYWMLv5UY4/s400/muffy5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see this! It's what saves me from a bad hair day! When I have a bad hair day I put this in and then all bad is gone. In face lots of women comment on my &lt;a href="http://whippycake.com/shop/petit-fleur/muffy/"&gt;Whippy Cake &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wonder how they too can have such cuteness! WELL you can go &lt;a href="http://whippycake.com/blog/2011/08/whippy-cake-reaches-10k-followers-giveaway/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and enter to win $100 worth of wippy cake. (only I hope you don't win cause I NEED it! Will won't let me buy any more and well with 4 kids under 7 I have LOTS of bad hair days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5598537339088847246?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5598537339088847246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5598537339088847246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5598537339088847246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5598537339088847246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/08/whippy-cake.html' title='Whippy Cake!!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kZ3V0AMNQ8/TlLTuLOjJnI/AAAAAAAACPo/SwYWMLv5UY4/s72-c/muffy5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3421302135281102194</id><published>2011-08-17T11:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:02:53.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Aug 15 2011 Henry got his 1st hair cut. I really don't think he needed it...Okay he NEEDED it but I wasn't ready for him to have one. It seems like such a grown up thing getting your hair cut and I wasn't ready to have my baby grow up! And let's be honest I liked his wild crazy fluffy hair! I loved that I could tell what kind of a night he had by how it looked in the morning. I loved the way he would pull it when he was mad. I loved to make funny hair styles in the bath. I loved having a kid with hair! But it's hot and it needed to get done. So we did it and it just got trimed.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpiVUG07r4/TkwNzJZLejI/AAAAAAAACPg/q-oTKT6geiM/s1600/P8130064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641899605534407218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpiVUG07r4/TkwNzJZLejI/AAAAAAAACPg/q-oTKT6geiM/s400/P8130064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is before...Hair in his face and it's wild and crazy just how I liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrqs71sfaF8/TkwNy_jDRDI/AAAAAAAACPY/a45c0YfSTRU/s1600/P8130073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641899602891457586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrqs71sfaF8/TkwNy_jDRDI/AAAAAAAACPY/a45c0YfSTRU/s400/P8130073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See that sad face.....even he wasn't happy about it getting cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de5Tne2896g/TkwNysbdvwI/AAAAAAAACPQ/lTBmMnj-C3I/s1600/P8130071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641899597759364866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de5Tne2896g/TkwNysbdvwI/AAAAAAAACPQ/lTBmMnj-C3I/s400/P8130071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how long it was. If he was a girl I could have some cute ponies on him! I love the look on his face&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/-D-W1xcWPlz8/TkwNyMh8HAI/AAAAAAAACPI/lV7hD6SZF-0/s1600/P8130079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641899589196585986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-W1xcWPlz8/TkwNyMh8HAI/AAAAAAAACPI/lV7hD6SZF-0/s400/P8130079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looks so different. And his hair is lighter too&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OZaoM5biOA/TkwNx3nTYlI/AAAAAAAACPA/VOLLe54Rtck/s1600/P8130085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641899583581938258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OZaoM5biOA/TkwNx3nTYlI/AAAAAAAACPA/VOLLe54Rtck/s400/P8130085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big baby! It does look cute.&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;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3421302135281102194?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3421302135281102194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3421302135281102194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3421302135281102194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3421302135281102194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-hair-cut.html' title='1st hair cut'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpiVUG07r4/TkwNzJZLejI/AAAAAAAACPg/q-oTKT6geiM/s72-c/P8130064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5312960229162532786</id><published>2011-08-16T13:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:29:08.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of school</title><content type='html'>Jordan started 1st grade yesterday and Kenzie kinder. Jordan was up and dressed by 6:45am:) Kenzie was very sassy which means she wasn't sure about the day. Mom was a huge mess and cried a lot! I like my kids and like having them home! (I like them so much in fact we are still not sure if for our 10 year next year we are going alone or taking them. That's a different story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenzie's teacher said there was just a little bit of sass from here and she found a friend to be sassy with (GREAT, we'll just have to work on that......) Henry slept from 9 till 1 and Bob from 1 till we picked them up so it was a fun easy and hard sad day!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZerH2DfNCDc/TkrRec0qoJI/AAAAAAAACO4/h1FE7IneMX4/s1600/P8150114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641551804298338450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZerH2DfNCDc/TkrRec0qoJI/AAAAAAAACO4/h1FE7IneMX4/s400/P8150114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JA0X1sh30E/TkrRd-SiMbI/AAAAAAAACOw/Jm22-uxtD04/s1600/P8150116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641551796102115762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JA0X1sh30E/TkrRd-SiMbI/AAAAAAAACOw/Jm22-uxtD04/s400/P8150116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHJ5nWCvi7Q/TkrRbb6TRFI/AAAAAAAACOo/_gaCuk6vzlI/s1600/P8150121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641551752513930322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHJ5nWCvi7Q/TkrRbb6TRFI/AAAAAAAACOo/_gaCuk6vzlI/s400/P8150121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my kids!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAjrbqqgZwc/TkrRZhUSybI/AAAAAAAACOg/4zRBahuoRiA/s1600/P8150123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641551719605389746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAjrbqqgZwc/TkrRZhUSybI/AAAAAAAACOg/4zRBahuoRiA/s400/P8150123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking to school&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-giDCo-OzcLs/TkrRZZWaqqI/AAAAAAAACOY/pe2h7-xcU1s/s1600/P8150124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641551717466811042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-giDCo-OzcLs/TkrRZZWaqqI/AAAAAAAACOY/pe2h7-xcU1s/s400/P8150124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye bye my sweet baby girl....you're off to do great things! Everyone deserves a chance to fly! Now here is yours, just don't forget I love you and will always be here when you need me! &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;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5312960229162532786?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5312960229162532786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5312960229162532786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5312960229162532786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5312960229162532786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of school'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZerH2DfNCDc/TkrRec0qoJI/AAAAAAAACO4/h1FE7IneMX4/s72-c/P8150114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3062749930330242686</id><published>2011-08-15T12:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:39:20.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 months (just a little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bob and Henry have both been super sick so I am a little late posting this and didn't take his 11 month picture on the 3rd (I took it on the 15th dang it! I did so good but like I said super sick kids...)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt1UkcclNSE/TklzQcXMwZI/AAAAAAAACOQ/ex9eGtz5SAk/s1600/P8130054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641166734586855826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt1UkcclNSE/TklzQcXMwZI/AAAAAAAACOQ/ex9eGtz5SAk/s400/P8130054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here he is fully hair and all! This is also the day we told him we were cutting his hair and this is how he felt about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KHJ3j65Gg0/TklzQE9hqjI/AAAAAAAACOI/gWxmpqmCPx4/s1600/P8130059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641166728305158706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KHJ3j65Gg0/TklzQE9hqjI/AAAAAAAACOI/gWxmpqmCPx4/s400/P8130059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "NOT my hair!! I love my fluffy hair. I like to run my hands in it. I like to put food in it. It adds 3 pounds to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here are his stats for 11 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 17 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has 2 teeth (finally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waves all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes 2 naps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeps all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has the best smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks Bob is funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves Kenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks Jordan is also funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles his mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a fun baby! and super calm (thank goodness!) I love being his mommy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3062749930330242686?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3062749930330242686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3062749930330242686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3062749930330242686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3062749930330242686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/08/11-months-just-little-late.html' title='11 months (just a little late)'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt1UkcclNSE/TklzQcXMwZI/AAAAAAAACOQ/ex9eGtz5SAk/s72-c/P8130054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3768827639715775572</id><published>2011-07-21T18:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T18:32:49.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm...Not sure how I feel about it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;While in San Diego on our way to the Beach we stopped at the store for some food. We got lunch stuff and drinks and a bowl of already cut up watermelon. (Not the best idea for the beach, the watermelon that is) So the watermelon never got eaten or even opened. We also had a sandwich that came with chips not opened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We saw a Homeless man on the side of the road with a sign asking for help. So I had the GREAT idea to give him the food....So we pulled over I get out walk over to him and ask if he would like it. and he says "No I am not hungry" In my head I am thinking "Really? are you kidding me you are begging for help and I am here to help and you say NO!!! REALLY!!!??" But I say "well you're going to get hunry" He still says no and I walk away getting turned down by a homeless man.... Who am I 99% sure sign said he was hungry.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We never did find another homeless person to give the food to so it went uneaten and bad....and I was sad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still can't believe it. Kind of makes me not want to help..only kind of.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3768827639715775572?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3768827639715775572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3768827639715775572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3768827639715775572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3768827639715775572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/07/ummnot-sure-how-i-feel-about-it.html' title='Umm...Not sure how I feel about it...'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1251711201005851641</id><published>2011-07-18T15:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:23:15.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>potty training 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7vG_jY1YY4/TiSuevgOvjI/AAAAAAAACMo/psvbaeJ1MzI/s1600/P6290116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630817277290921522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7vG_jY1YY4/TiSuevgOvjI/AAAAAAAACMo/psvbaeJ1MzI/s400/P6290116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two weeks ago this little man thought it would be a GREAT time to potty train...right before San Diego. Umm okay? whatever. I didn't actually think he would I thought he just wanted to maybe try to use the potty and that would be that. NOPE he goes potty on the potty. Pee and poop!! And I did NOTHING to make that happen!!!! Cause I am AWESOME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how I potty train in my house. "When the kids are ready they will show me." Which for Jordan he was 3 years and 3 months. Kenzie was 2 and a half (and it was the day after I had gone to costco to get diapers.) and Bob 2 years and 9 months. And I didn't have to push or "train" a single one!! That is not to say we didn't have any peeing in their pants. Jordan had a hard time staying dry at night. Kenzie peed herself maybe 2 times. And the most recent one is when we heard Bob say "I pee in the hole" and he came out of the kitchen with pee all over his pants. Will told him about the "hole" in the front of his undies so that he would wear them the right way cause he was wearing them the wrong way to see the cars. NICE!!! BAD.IDEA.WILL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my advice to you since it has worked for 3 kids over here is DON'T stress!! And they will go when they are ready it will be easier on you and them and will happen in no time with less mess too!! I have yet to clean up any mess from Bob (well other then the pee in the hole one:) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1251711201005851641?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1251711201005851641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1251711201005851641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1251711201005851641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1251711201005851641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/07/potty-training-101.html' title='potty training 101'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7vG_jY1YY4/TiSuevgOvjI/AAAAAAAACMo/psvbaeJ1MzI/s72-c/P6290116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3627925115278774611</id><published>2011-07-12T17:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:16:28.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pirates life for me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While in San diego we got to take a tour of the pirate ship used in the movie Pirates of the Carribean (and Master and Commander, but the kids could care less about that part. It was a REAL pirate ship!!!) If you know Jordan you know he LOVES pirates he has had 3 pirate parties now and it talking about having another one....(HELP ME:) ) anyways.......&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udRQGWTaPVo/ThzuO_wKfbI/AAAAAAAACMY/OPXE_9a0djA/s1600/P7040007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628635575705304498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udRQGWTaPVo/ThzuO_wKfbI/AAAAAAAACMY/OPXE_9a0djA/s400/P7040007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Captain Jack Spar...I mean Jordan "driving"ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPQ4Vevc0RU/ThzuOUUThrI/AAAAAAAACMQ/A-S-yva8O2s/s1600/P7040012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628635564045731506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPQ4Vevc0RU/ThzuOUUThrI/AAAAAAAACMQ/A-S-yva8O2s/s400/P7040012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob just wanted to shoot something! And he makes some cute faces too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyYvvMeAReo/ThzuOI3hPzI/AAAAAAAACMI/WsAwWqVxLRg/s1600/P7040011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628635560972205874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyYvvMeAReo/ThzuOI3hPzI/AAAAAAAACMI/WsAwWqVxLRg/s400/P7040011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a letter Written by Christopher Columbus. How cool is that!!!???&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZorL2qQIjQ/ThzuNRopLWI/AAAAAAAACMA/hC-qdCwsL_Y/s1600/P7040010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628635546145860962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZorL2qQIjQ/ThzuNRopLWI/AAAAAAAACMA/hC-qdCwsL_Y/s400/P7040010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Bob on the ship&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JC0WkatsiqE/ThzuM4DkItI/AAAAAAAACL4/mVAm69Hm60U/s1600/P7040006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628635539279454930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JC0WkatsiqE/ThzuM4DkItI/AAAAAAAACL4/mVAm69Hm60U/s400/P7040006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my sweet sassy pants girly girl! I love this of her and I love the water in the back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a GREAT time looking and this ship and playing pirates on a real ship!&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;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3627925115278774611?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3627925115278774611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3627925115278774611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3627925115278774611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3627925115278774611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/07/pirates-life-for-me.html' title='A pirates life for me......'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udRQGWTaPVo/ThzuO_wKfbI/AAAAAAAACMY/OPXE_9a0djA/s72-c/P7040007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3062094082055598403</id><published>2011-07-07T14:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:32:45.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture how to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My MIL has a 5x7 picture of each grand kid on her wall and has asked for an updated one of Henry. She really wants one of all his hair:) And since the last one was when he was only 2 weeks old I thought it was a good idea. Since we were in San diego I thought it was a good time to try....Ummm Henry wasn't so sure..Here is our how to take a picture of a 10 month old who would rather eat the rocks and crawl.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bL-YxQQY3pA/ThYjx9VQkxI/AAAAAAAACLw/vN8dk01IYHw/s1600/P7050060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626724125630305042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bL-YxQQY3pA/ThYjx9VQkxI/AAAAAAAACLw/vN8dk01IYHw/s400/P7050060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture one says : OH I wasn't suppose to wave at my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W7jC6kZraw/ThYjxfwROHI/AAAAAAAACLo/6i_EF9X5oN4/s1600/P7050072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626724117690529906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W7jC6kZraw/ThYjxfwROHI/AAAAAAAACLo/6i_EF9X5oN4/s400/P7050072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture two: OH you want me to crawl and get real super close and do it in less then .0003 seconds so you hardly have any time to back up...OKAY done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR5ul-44qp8/ThYjw_Z_3CI/AAAAAAAACLg/9Ul0RAO7tBk/s1600/P7050064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626724109007182882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR5ul-44qp8/ThYjw_Z_3CI/AAAAAAAACLg/9Ul0RAO7tBk/s400/P7050064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture 3: I wanted that rock that was in my mouth......&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/-NgfZbj6_hi8/ThYjwArStHI/AAAAAAAACLY/WXKySd8L1Os/s1600/P7050062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626724092168287346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgfZbj6_hi8/ThYjwArStHI/AAAAAAAACLY/WXKySd8L1Os/s400/P7050062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture 4: This is what happens when mommy kisses me!&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/-RYb8ZUFB-fE/ThYjv2Yvf2I/AAAAAAAACLQ/Lj3Am8vgcNk/s1600/P7050067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626724089406127970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYb8ZUFB-fE/ThYjv2Yvf2I/AAAAAAAACLQ/Lj3Am8vgcNk/s400/P7050067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 5: PERFECT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*note it took WAY more then 5 pictures to get a good one and it may or may not have included more rock eating, crying, kisses, yelling (by the other kids), dancing, and other craziness. But it only took about 5 minutes!*&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;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3062094082055598403?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3062094082055598403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3062094082055598403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3062094082055598403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3062094082055598403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/07/picture-how-to.html' title='A picture how to...'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bL-YxQQY3pA/ThYjx9VQkxI/AAAAAAAACLw/vN8dk01IYHw/s72-c/P7050060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7300643338298993456</id><published>2011-06-27T14:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:13:15.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 well almost 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwVULSzetDo/Tgj80ganQ4I/AAAAAAAACLI/KqXnzPPH3Lg/s1600/P5300048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623022113757021058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwVULSzetDo/Tgj80ganQ4I/AAAAAAAACLI/KqXnzPPH3Lg/s400/P5300048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Henry's 9 month check up (which is really closer to 10 months) here are his stats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weight- 16 pounds 5 ounces (less then 3%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27 inches (less then 5%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his head is 44 centimeters (less then 10%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most of that was hair I think:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is crawling EVERYWHERE but it's a modified army crawl. He uses both arms and one toe (I must get a video to show you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Says "dada" but it means lot of things!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVES food!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HATES broccoli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yells when he wants attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When holding him he has to touch or rather grab your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinks the older kids are funny and has the BEST laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has a great smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When told no he smiles and laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still has NO teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting to stand up on his own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has crazy hair that we just can't bring ourselves to cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweating!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love our Henry boy and can't believe how fast the time is going. He is such a fun and makes my heart melt daily many times a day in fact!! I love to kiss his sweet face and love to get his sweet kisses in return! I love to watch him explore and find new things. I love love love being his mommy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7300643338298993456?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7300643338298993456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7300643338298993456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7300643338298993456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7300643338298993456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/06/9-well-almost-10.html' title='9 well almost 10'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwVULSzetDo/Tgj80ganQ4I/AAAAAAAACLI/KqXnzPPH3Lg/s72-c/P5300048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4766206583444155945</id><published>2011-06-17T11:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:07:17.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling knowledge update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well I was hoping to know more but I am even more confussed! For example I hear Will tell Jordan he need to practice and do some "duck walks." Are you kidding me?!?! What is walking around like a duck flapping your arms going to do for you? Ummm well that's not really what it is. So why name it that? I don't know a man named it I'm sure and I don't pretend to know what goes on in their heads!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next Kenzie is being used as a practice partner and I am watching trying to get something out of if...NOTHING she gets some points (not sure why or how) And I was watching (really I was). I just don't get it...and I am BORED and it all looks the same...what the heck is wrong with me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am a bad mom? This must be how Will feels when I show him a new dress for Kenzie or a bathing suit or hair bows...Okay that's it I am NOT a bad mom I am girl and we aren't made to know these things...It's a boy thing...Like dirt and bugs....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay people that's all I have today I WILL learn something and I'll keep you updated!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4766206583444155945?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4766206583444155945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4766206583444155945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4766206583444155945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4766206583444155945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/06/wrestling-knowledge-update.html' title='Wrestling knowledge update'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2703866011169032588</id><published>2011-06-13T12:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:53:41.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of what we have been up to...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcmIKev82h8/TfZpSqcmlFI/AAAAAAAACLA/UTBZa43knzs/s1600/P6010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617793354544092242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcmIKev82h8/TfZpSqcmlFI/AAAAAAAACLA/UTBZa43knzs/s400/P6010082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob and Kenzie play "car" or "mommy" and they use the fireplace as the car. Bob is always the kid and Kenzie is always mommy. When they play Bob goes around saying "mommy" and if I answer he says "no not call you." Kind of makes me sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tkn5t2IxUQA/TfZpSfTr80I/AAAAAAAACK4/yLVzaT528gs/s1600/P5210001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617793351553905474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tkn5t2IxUQA/TfZpSfTr80I/AAAAAAAACK4/yLVzaT528gs/s400/P5210001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this makes me laugh. Will is holding Jared and Morgan's little one and Henry. They are 8 weeks apart and Henry is older!! You wouldn't know it from the picture:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2d01KxLY9Y/TfZpR24Jo9I/AAAAAAAACKw/B1mv-P_L7us/s1600/P6040110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617793340700992466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2d01KxLY9Y/TfZpR24Jo9I/AAAAAAAACKw/B1mv-P_L7us/s400/P6040110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE his smile. I was trying to take his 9month picture and he wanted to play&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/-wtP5LWcpMMg/TfZpRRwSu4I/AAAAAAAACKo/IF1M6qSLAuk/s1600/P6010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617793330735922050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtP5LWcpMMg/TfZpRRwSu4I/AAAAAAAACKo/IF1M6qSLAuk/s400/P6010088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids waiting for Daddy to come home! LOVE IT!!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UUUMX3KeVUs/TfZpRIh8nCI/AAAAAAAACKg/3cvJYOAo_UQ/s1600/P6080120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617793328259832866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UUUMX3KeVUs/TfZpRIh8nCI/AAAAAAAACKg/3cvJYOAo_UQ/s400/P6080120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my baby crawling around. I was hiding and he found me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been crazy with four at home every day but I love it. Most days. Kenzie is starting a musical theatre camp in a week. Jordan is still wrestling (I still don't understand it!) Bob is two and we know it now! And Henry is just a relaxing easy baby!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2703866011169032588?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2703866011169032588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2703866011169032588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2703866011169032588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2703866011169032588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/06/fun-stuff.html' title='Fun stuff'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcmIKev82h8/TfZpSqcmlFI/AAAAAAAACLA/UTBZa43knzs/s72-c/P6010082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-608190716699402539</id><published>2011-06-08T15:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:36:31.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st and last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for fun let's see how big Jordan has gotten this year!! Picture one is day one of school and picture two is the last day. Don't mind my head being cut off Kenzie isn't the best at taking pictures yet. OH and the BIG belly in #1 is baby Henry who came 2 weeks later.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-KaPD-wFmA/Te_3-Ma5HbI/AAAAAAAACKY/LC18NX21o6w/s1600/P8160166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615979908212268466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-KaPD-wFmA/Te_3-Ma5HbI/AAAAAAAACKY/LC18NX21o6w/s400/P8160166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st day of School!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OwOXOh2a1SY/Te_39sJlOVI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Z6iha8IwD1w/s1600/P5250023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615979899549727058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OwOXOh2a1SY/Te_39sJlOVI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Z6iha8IwD1w/s400/P5250023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last day. Wow he has grown a lot and smarter too!! He made the gate program in school. In one area he scored a 97 (out of of 100) He also got a few 4s on his report card which means he is above grade level in those areas. Such a proud mommy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has been a hard year. Starting school and adding a new baby. But it's been fun too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see all the things he does next year and Kenzie too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-608190716699402539?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/608190716699402539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=608190716699402539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/608190716699402539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/608190716699402539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/06/1st-and-last.html' title='1st and last'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-KaPD-wFmA/Te_3-Ma5HbI/AAAAAAAACKY/LC18NX21o6w/s72-c/P8160166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7689487331607153640</id><published>2011-06-01T12:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:21:30.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 years.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_P1BVL2Ggqo/TeaaI0vNSyI/AAAAAAAACKE/aVgjfPZIKLM/s1600/jake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613343461950180130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_P1BVL2Ggqo/TeaaI0vNSyI/AAAAAAAACKE/aVgjfPZIKLM/s400/jake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At 16 you shouldn't have to say goodbye to a friend. A friend who was more like family. I was in Disneyworld and he was in pain. When I came home my mom told he was gone and I was upset (devesated is more like it). And I was hurt, mad, sad, confussed... I didn't get to go to the funeral because my mom didn't think my brother nor I would want to so she didn't tell us while we were on the trip. (I wish she would have let me make that choice. I don't know what I would I have done but at least it would have been my choice and not hers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every summer was spent with my friend Jake and his sisters and family. We would go to the lake. I have some fun memories. One that sticks out is him being super exctied that 93.7 come in the whole way to the lake. Makes me smile to think of the excited way to told us all. He was fearless. I sometimes wonder if that is the reason behind Bob's fearlessiness (is that a word) having Jacob as a middle name must make you fearless:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad likes to tell me when we were two Jake walked right up to me and pushed me down...I am sure he did it cause I was so cute and that is how boys show their love....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last time I saw Jake we watched the movie "The Little Rascals" and he made me a Chocolate shake..which I was sure was going to be gross and make with some kind of weird boy thing in it..But I was wrong it was made with Chocolate, icecream and lots of love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it's been so long and I can remember the last time I saw time like it was yesterday. I always wondered what kind of man he would have been..I can't wait to get to heaven and hug him and let him know how much I missed him and loved him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I think I'll watch The little Rascals and make the kids a chocolate shake....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will also cuddle my kids a little more and kiss them a lot because you never know how much time you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiss the ones you love today and let the ones you love know it. Forgive those who need it. And smile at all those you see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7689487331607153640?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7689487331607153640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7689487331607153640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7689487331607153640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7689487331607153640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/06/13-years.html' title='13 years.....'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_P1BVL2Ggqo/TeaaI0vNSyI/AAAAAAAACKE/aVgjfPZIKLM/s72-c/jake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4616241364520897499</id><published>2011-05-20T14:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:47:40.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my baby boy graduates from Kinder. It's hard to believe a whole year has gone by. I (of course) cried like a BIG huge baby. I am so proud of him and all that he has learned this year. He is reading so good and loves math too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love his teacher and hope Kenzie gets her next year. She is amazing!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FaTvSMDRqHE/TdbgXdSd0cI/AAAAAAAACJ8/TEamnhVwrw4/s1600/P5200018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608917079540224450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FaTvSMDRqHE/TdbgXdSd0cI/AAAAAAAACJ8/TEamnhVwrw4/s400/P5200018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My BIG boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqJEa_6FFdI/TdbgW23P2BI/AAAAAAAACJ0/FOjbPO3pMAc/s1600/P5200019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608917069225515026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqJEa_6FFdI/TdbgW23P2BI/AAAAAAAACJ0/FOjbPO3pMAc/s400/P5200019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Jordan and Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4616241364520897499?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4616241364520897499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4616241364520897499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4616241364520897499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4616241364520897499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FaTvSMDRqHE/TdbgXdSd0cI/AAAAAAAACJ8/TEamnhVwrw4/s72-c/P5200018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4719395729812239734</id><published>2011-05-20T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T08:40:01.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 picture of you and a family member</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQSe01hN3vM/TdNAahPsNtI/AAAAAAAACJs/hB95AyEv9SU/s1600/P5070014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607896785351358162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQSe01hN3vM/TdNAahPsNtI/AAAAAAAACJs/hB95AyEv9SU/s400/P5070014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember me as a little girl with my cousin Neya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well this is us all grown up about 2 weeks ago when she turned 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4719395729812239734?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4719395729812239734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4719395729812239734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4719395729812239734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4719395729812239734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-15-picture-of-you-and-family-member.html' title='Day 15 picture of you and a family member'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQSe01hN3vM/TdNAahPsNtI/AAAAAAAACJs/hB95AyEv9SU/s72-c/P5070014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3183039742877670195</id><published>2011-05-19T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T04:23:00.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 someone I have known the longest other than family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would be Nicole!! I have known her since 5th grade. And we lost touch after HS but have since became friends again. And the fun part is is that our Daughters LOVE each other! It's funny cause we use to joke about how we would have daughters that would be Best Friends and we do! So fun!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-53X3W4FP5gU/TdG0nYGTjXI/AAAAAAAACJk/mb1mbzz-ycM/s1600/P5120006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607461599629774194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-53X3W4FP5gU/TdG0nYGTjXI/AAAAAAAACJk/mb1mbzz-ycM/s400/P5120006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Clare (on the Lt) and Nicole (on the RT). We were making homemade pasta and they wanted to make a super long one. So much fun! I laughed so much that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3183039742877670195?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3183039742877670195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3183039742877670195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3183039742877670195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3183039742877670195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-14-someone-i-have-known-longest.html' title='Day 14 someone I have known the longest other than family'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-53X3W4FP5gU/TdG0nYGTjXI/AAAAAAAACJk/mb1mbzz-ycM/s72-c/P5120006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1213579722683032609</id><published>2011-05-18T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T04:17:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 Favorite movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love movies so this was hard to pick so I choose two.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tx6lR3TyQQ/TdGw-wtVbTI/AAAAAAAACJc/JW3Qzt2E5dQ/s1600/wizard-of-oz-DVDcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607457603326405938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tx6lR3TyQQ/TdGw-wtVbTI/AAAAAAAACJc/JW3Qzt2E5dQ/s400/wizard-of-oz-DVDcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wizard of Oz has always been my favorite! I love Judy Garland so I like a lot of her movies but this is a favorite. And of couse I love the musical Wicked!! Kenzie and I listen to the music at least once a day. (I may have to take her when it comes in Feb 2012)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fBLk4e8IKU/TdGw-sWAfwI/AAAAAAAACJU/_XjiGA_z0fg/s1600/the-notebook-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607457602154823426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fBLk4e8IKU/TdGw-sWAfwI/AAAAAAAACJU/_XjiGA_z0fg/s400/the-notebook-poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The notebook was one of my favorite books and the movie was just a good. I loved every second of it. And Will will even sit and watch it with me over and over again. It's a perfect love story (which I cry watching every time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1213579722683032609?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1213579722683032609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1213579722683032609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1213579722683032609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1213579722683032609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-13-favorite-movie.html' title='Day 13 Favorite movie.'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tx6lR3TyQQ/TdGw-wtVbTI/AAAAAAAACJc/JW3Qzt2E5dQ/s72-c/wizard-of-oz-DVDcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1715528627005404353</id><published>2011-05-17T09:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:56:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 something that scares you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one thing that scarres me the most it losing one of my children. When Henry was born he didn't cry because he wasn't breathing (the cord was wrapped around his body). I saw the panic look on the Doctors face and then the tears from Will and I didn't know what to think. I wanted to HEAR my baby. And no one would talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in shock as I had just had a baby with no drugs and it was SUPER fast so that may have helped alittle in me not freaking out totally. But it took a LONG time for him to finally cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember looking up at Will at one point and I said "did we have a boy?" holding back tears he said "yes" Then walked away to be with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just reliving it is hard. I am crying now! And he is OKAY!! (He did stop breathing two other times when we were in the hospital but he is great now!)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw7TqCGGj1A/Tc8KBje04oI/AAAAAAAACJM/XIwrB-UO-5I/s1600/P9030007%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606711082920239746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw7TqCGGj1A/Tc8KBje04oI/AAAAAAAACJM/XIwrB-UO-5I/s400/P9030007%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see the purple in his hands, top of head and tummy in this picture. Make my heart hurt to see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQY2ZnefoeA/Tc8KBsMGyAI/AAAAAAAACJE/kPXFBXoVmeI/s1600/P9030031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606711085257639938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQY2ZnefoeA/Tc8KBsMGyAI/AAAAAAAACJE/kPXFBXoVmeI/s400/P9030031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here he is a few hours later NO MORE purple! He is with Grandpa in this picture. (My dad Frank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful for the priesthood blessing I got to be able to step outside myself and deliever this sweet baby. Cause 3 hours later all the stress caught up to me and I got super sick and couldn't even hold him for about 4 more hours. Thank goodness for my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBgkcdoJJoM/Tc8JBz-Y5sI/AAAAAAAACI8/RUKJf1LhE7Y/s1600/P9030005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1715528627005404353?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1715528627005404353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1715528627005404353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1715528627005404353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1715528627005404353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-12-something-that-scares-you.html' title='Day 12 something that scares you'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw7TqCGGj1A/Tc8KBje04oI/AAAAAAAACJM/XIwrB-UO-5I/s72-c/P9030007%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6266747174250075749</id><published>2011-05-16T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:22:33.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time</title><content type='html'>Looking for a bathing suit this summer? Then go to &lt;a href="http://www.hapari.com/modest-tankinis/"&gt;Harpari Swimwear&lt;/a&gt;. They are super cute and Modest too!! And lots to choose from! Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6266747174250075749?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6266747174250075749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6266747174250075749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6266747174250075749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6266747174250075749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-time.html' title='Summer time'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2291104023027148108</id><published>2011-05-16T09:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:51:00.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 something I wish I could change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EzERq8gzZw/Tc8IAC-DUqI/AAAAAAAACI0/PyjYQBNfwvY/s1600/sun.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606708857989714594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EzERq8gzZw/Tc8IAC-DUqI/AAAAAAAACI0/PyjYQBNfwvY/s400/sun.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The weather!! I wish it wasn't so HOT. I would like it to be 70 all year! I keep trying to get Will to move but it's not working so if I could change the weather we would be all set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2291104023027148108?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2291104023027148108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2291104023027148108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2291104023027148108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2291104023027148108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-11-something-i-wish-i-could-change.html' title='Day 11 something I wish I could change'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EzERq8gzZw/Tc8IAC-DUqI/AAAAAAAACI0/PyjYQBNfwvY/s72-c/sun.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7039986636562636102</id><published>2011-05-15T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:41:00.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 something you find beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6OZRzqtzhI/TcwqL87cXcI/AAAAAAAACIs/Z4MOTaejsv0/s1600/P2090023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605902020991802818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6OZRzqtzhI/TcwqL87cXcI/AAAAAAAACIs/Z4MOTaejsv0/s400/P2090023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My daughter!! I want her to always love herself to know that she is a Daughter of God and beautiful. She has the biggest heart already. She is so fun to have around. And I love her big dark eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love love love this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7039986636562636102?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7039986636562636102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7039986636562636102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7039986636562636102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7039986636562636102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-10-something-you-find-beautiful.html' title='Day 10 something you find beautiful'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6OZRzqtzhI/TcwqL87cXcI/AAAAAAAACIs/Z4MOTaejsv0/s72-c/P2090023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-180248954653244792</id><published>2011-05-14T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:40:47.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 you as a baby or child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmmwnrws09w/TcwopyziUlI/AAAAAAAACIk/DyGzDyCzrTk/s1600/Reina%2Band%2BNeya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605900334647104082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmmwnrws09w/TcwopyziUlI/AAAAAAAACIk/DyGzDyCzrTk/s400/Reina%2Band%2BNeya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I already posted one of me around 2 so here is one of me about 3 or 4 with my cousin Neya. This picture is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-180248954653244792?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/180248954653244792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=180248954653244792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/180248954653244792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/180248954653244792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-9-you-as-baby-or-child.html' title='Day 9 you as a baby or child'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmmwnrws09w/TcwopyziUlI/AAAAAAAACIk/DyGzDyCzrTk/s72-c/Reina%2Band%2BNeya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5690090765944391907</id><published>2011-05-13T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:39:57.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8. something you want to do before you die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqKIvSCNJY0/Tcwl0JZqkGI/AAAAAAAACIc/vad7wu5182Y/s1600/PC190051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605897213976416354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqKIvSCNJY0/Tcwl0JZqkGI/AAAAAAAACIc/vad7wu5182Y/s400/PC190051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay this is a hard one for me...One I HATE this picture but it's all I have and it helps with my point. I want to learn to love me. All of me. Not just some. I want to look in the mirror and love what I see. I use to but it's been a few years and I want to again. I was happier and so was Will. I am working on it. I am hoping it happens soon like this year! Wow that was hard to say but saying it is the 1st step right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5690090765944391907?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5690090765944391907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5690090765944391907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5690090765944391907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5690090765944391907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-8-something-you-want-to-do-before.html' title='Day 8. something you want to do before you die'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqKIvSCNJY0/Tcwl0JZqkGI/AAAAAAAACIc/vad7wu5182Y/s72-c/PC190051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-8636465085460195140</id><published>2011-05-12T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:43:47.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7. Favorite band or musician</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-i_ovZfZyg/TcwjKJbeAeI/AAAAAAAACIU/ak3n99CDMNE/s1600/michael-buble1-471x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605894293406220770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-i_ovZfZyg/TcwjKJbeAeI/AAAAAAAACIU/ak3n99CDMNE/s400/michael-buble1-471x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Musician is Michael Buble. I love the his voice makes me melt! I like that it has an old style to it yet it's fresh and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWwOuBjZm4c/TcwjKMC4hDI/AAAAAAAACIM/a3qmgJr--To/s1600/large_RascalFlatts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605894294108406834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWwOuBjZm4c/TcwjKMC4hDI/AAAAAAAACIM/a3qmgJr--To/s400/large_RascalFlatts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Band is Rascal Flatts! If you know me at all you would have already known this. If you didn't know then I guess we're not friends then:) (kidding) I love them. There hasn't been a song I don't like. I have every CD. Stacey and I went to a concert of theirs when they 1st came out and no one knew then and they were FANTASTIC!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-8636465085460195140?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/8636465085460195140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=8636465085460195140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8636465085460195140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8636465085460195140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-7-favorite-band-or-musician.html' title='Day 7. Favorite band or musician'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-i_ovZfZyg/TcwjKJbeAeI/AAAAAAAACIU/ak3n99CDMNE/s72-c/michael-buble1-471x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-464465401217626824</id><published>2011-05-11T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:41:10.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6. something you could imagine your life without.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oT9vSLBi_o/TchNeU9YVAI/AAAAAAAACH0/UMDEHVcF9jg/s1600/P4240113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604814919680152578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oT9vSLBi_o/TchNeU9YVAI/AAAAAAAACH0/UMDEHVcF9jg/s400/P4240113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Growing up I wanted to be a mommy! I can't imagine NOT being one. I love my role (most days) And being a wife to such a wonderful man is awesome!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also I couldn't imagine my life with the Church. I am LDS and I have lived without the church so I know life without it and I don't like it!! I am a better friend, sister, daughter, wife, mom and person because of the church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-464465401217626824?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/464465401217626824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=464465401217626824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/464465401217626824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/464465401217626824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-6-something-you-could-imagine-your.html' title='Day 6. something you could imagine your life without.'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oT9vSLBi_o/TchNeU9YVAI/AAAAAAAACH0/UMDEHVcF9jg/s72-c/P4240113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4425933224940281621</id><published>2011-05-10T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:17:20.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5. Pictures that make you laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few that make me laugh&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-weG4Si0METk/TchK05EOBdI/AAAAAAAACHs/mjSwKrrSbQU/s1600/PC240112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604812008794752466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-weG4Si0METk/TchK05EOBdI/AAAAAAAACHs/mjSwKrrSbQU/s400/PC240112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennan and Henry. The oldest grandkid and the youngest. Both sleeping. It was so cute and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls7pSlacDFI/TchK0ouRyeI/AAAAAAAACHk/7rgRcu3mdBM/s1600/PB250175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604812004407757282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls7pSlacDFI/TchK0ouRyeI/AAAAAAAACHk/7rgRcu3mdBM/s400/PB250175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Thanksgiving Kam and Russell dress their youngest two just like our youngest two!! We didn't even plan it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lt2ntqBN7tE/TchK0AiQBzI/AAAAAAAACHc/1hyvU_RvgaY/s1600/PB110012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604811993619892018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lt2ntqBN7tE/TchK0AiQBzI/AAAAAAAACHc/1hyvU_RvgaY/s400/PB110012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to play and all the kids climbed on Chris's lap and wanted a picture taken. He looks so happy doesn't he?&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/-Lejl9zfJIuU/TchKz7GWBsI/AAAAAAAACHU/pNWKacZDlys/s1600/9-14-2005-158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604811992160667330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lejl9zfJIuU/TchKz7GWBsI/AAAAAAAACHU/pNWKacZDlys/s400/9-14-2005-158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was summer 2005. Jordan is telling my mom something. It looks like NO!! Makes me smile!&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://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4425933224940281621?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4425933224940281621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4425933224940281621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4425933224940281621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4425933224940281621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-5-pictures-that-make-you-laugh.html' title='Day 5. Pictures that make you laugh'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-weG4Si0METk/TchK05EOBdI/AAAAAAAACHs/mjSwKrrSbQU/s72-c/PC240112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5228372325303395336</id><published>2011-05-09T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:16:01.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A place you would like to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are many places I would like to visit but this one place has only been on my list!! I hope to go some day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IRELAND&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCqGiJMY1mA/TcWa3jmKOXI/AAAAAAAACHM/_i1Cs4pzQW0/s1600/Dingle-Ireland-1140240231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604055590571227506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCqGiJMY1mA/TcWa3jmKOXI/AAAAAAAACHM/_i1Cs4pzQW0/s400/Dingle-Ireland-1140240231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't just beautiful!! The green grass and the blue water. Oh and let's not forget the men with sexy accents! I am a sucker for a man with an accent!! (don't worry Will knows;) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5228372325303395336?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5228372325303395336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5228372325303395336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5228372325303395336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5228372325303395336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCqGiJMY1mA/TcWa3jmKOXI/AAAAAAAACHM/_i1Cs4pzQW0/s72-c/Dingle-Ireland-1140240231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5649133367496959435</id><published>2011-05-08T07:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:45:00.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3. A photo that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a few so here you go....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxmnI9R-3BM/TcVgGI_T0eI/AAAAAAAACHE/AdC6hKbYTuo/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603990969940955618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxmnI9R-3BM/TcVgGI_T0eI/AAAAAAAACHE/AdC6hKbYTuo/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this one of the kids. I just wish Bob was in it. Kenzie's head resting on Jordan makes my heart melt. Baby Henry so sweet and tiny love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOAOj95BY2s/TcVeDdJljWI/AAAAAAAACG8/049Qg3Mii1Y/s1600/P3130370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603988724789906786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOAOj95BY2s/TcVeDdJljWI/AAAAAAAACG8/049Qg3Mii1Y/s400/P3130370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one for Will holding all 3 kids (Henry was still cooking) They wanted to go to the other side but needed Daddy help. I love that he just picked them up and went! He is like that with everything..Where I leave off he will just pick up from and start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqnvzRjW4R0/TcVeDAlQm7I/AAAAAAAACG0/nyPnKLumFiI/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603988717121346482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqnvzRjW4R0/TcVeDAlQm7I/AAAAAAAACG0/nyPnKLumFiI/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenzie hugging the boys! I love that it's so hard, that Bob is trying to get out, that Jordan doesn't seem to mind. I just love that most of the time they love eat other!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ND6-PGbi7Fo/TcVeCfl3M-I/AAAAAAAACGs/EORjXLuwo_Y/s1600/CSC_0100%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603988708265505762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ND6-PGbi7Fo/TcVeCfl3M-I/AAAAAAAACGs/EORjXLuwo_Y/s400/CSC_0100%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bob running after Christina (who was taking his picture) She did such a great job getting his smile on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5649133367496959435?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5649133367496959435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5649133367496959435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5649133367496959435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5649133367496959435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-3-photo-that-makes-you-happy.html' title='Day 3. A photo that makes you happy'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxmnI9R-3BM/TcVgGI_T0eI/AAAAAAAACHE/AdC6hKbYTuo/s72-c/DSC_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7674209585056987495</id><published>2011-05-07T07:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T07:41:33.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A picture of you from a year ago......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well all the ones from a year ago are me swimming so I am NOT posting those...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here is me from about 11 months ago...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nXX1wd6ECg/TcVX68koB1I/AAAAAAAACGc/ODhDlEjv2GY/s1600/P6020050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603981981536225106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nXX1wd6ECg/TcVX68koB1I/AAAAAAAACGc/ODhDlEjv2GY/s400/P6020050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids and I waiting in line at Disneyland to ride the Toy story ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Henry is in my tummy. I can't believe I was that pregnant when we went. I love Bob's face. He looks so little in this. Kenzie is being a silly girl. She likes to pose. And Jordan has a sweet smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7674209585056987495?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7674209585056987495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7674209585056987495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7674209585056987495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7674209585056987495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nXX1wd6ECg/TcVX68koB1I/AAAAAAAACGc/ODhDlEjv2GY/s72-c/P6020050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6980240786020366435</id><published>2011-05-06T17:42:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T07:43:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture a day! Day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really don't know all the 30 days of pictures but here is the start!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCTypsGB9hs/TcSYdsMrZ-I/AAAAAAAACGU/WeYb6kWds9k/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603771472203704290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCTypsGB9hs/TcSYdsMrZ-I/AAAAAAAACGU/WeYb6kWds9k/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one picture of you with 10 facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(this is me at 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I love the color pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I was a national Dance Champ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. My favorite books are girly love stories (Nicholas Sparks love him!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. My best friend and I are more like sisters and we only fought once and it was HUGE! It lasted 2 years. (I am sad that it did but I love her!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I like sparkles! For my engagment ring I told Will that it didn't matter what it looked like I just wanted it to sparkle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I don't like glitter however. It's messy WAY too messy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. I love the smell of mint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. The perfect weather is 70 all year! So I can wear jeans, t-shirts and flip flops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. I am 5 feet tall (or short whatever!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6980240786020366435?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6980240786020366435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6980240786020366435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6980240786020366435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6980240786020366435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/picture-day-day-one.html' title='Picture a day! Day one'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCTypsGB9hs/TcSYdsMrZ-I/AAAAAAAACGU/WeYb6kWds9k/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5872107544273329280</id><published>2011-05-05T15:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:14:20.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1-OMB5lSVY/TcMq7MRImoI/AAAAAAAACGM/KMLvrIzHwrU/s1600/P5030041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603369557772769922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1-OMB5lSVY/TcMq7MRImoI/AAAAAAAACGM/KMLvrIzHwrU/s400/P5030041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is so happy to be 8 months!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things he is doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Sit all by himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-army crawl but he would rather just roll everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-blow raspberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-loves to eat. We haven't found anything he doesn't like yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Takes 2 2-3 hour naps and only wakes up once at night for about 5 mins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-loves people and smiles at almost everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-waves at the fan (we are working on waving at people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-gives good kisses and hugs too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-found out he likes chicken (thanks Bob!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-oh and paper too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-he does some awesome push ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-he "talks" to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love love love this baby!! He is always happy and smiling. He is fun to be around and makes my whole day with his sweet smile. I love his fat face (even if it isn't so fat). I love that he rolls all over the place it's so fun. I still can't believe I have 4 kids and 3 little boys. Life is busy but it's fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5872107544273329280?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5872107544273329280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5872107544273329280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5872107544273329280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5872107544273329280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/05/8-months.html' title='8 months'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1-OMB5lSVY/TcMq7MRImoI/AAAAAAAACGM/KMLvrIzHwrU/s72-c/P5030041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1312080597096055346</id><published>2011-04-28T15:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:32:04.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I know...</title><content type='html'>about wrestling. NOTHING!! I know nothing!! My husband was a wrestler when we were in high school and I went to I think two matches (is that what it's called a match? doesn't seem right but we'll go with that) I could (dare I say it) careless.. (okay there I said it) He was good okay GREAT at it and was HOT. And really at the time the hotness is all I cared about.&lt;br /&gt;So now my 7 year is wrestling and when he has a *match* I have no idea what is good or not. My mom was with me and said "So did he win, did he do good?" And I had NO IDEA!!! It wasn't a match for a winner so they didn't raise his hand (which is how I know if they win or not) So I didn't know. I never thought I would be a mom to so many little boys. I thought I would have one maybe two but I have THREE (and if the next are boys...wait a minute....there's another girly up there waiting right? 5 boys not sure I can do that)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I know I need to learn my stuff. I need to ask &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will to teach me some stuff&lt;/span&gt;. (oh that hurt just to type it) Really it's not fun for me AT ALL. It's like me asking Will to watch Ballet (which I never have!! So maybe 3 girly's in ballet is what he needs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Also when a kid does a close fist cross face (I know what that is and it's NOT allowed) on my son and he gets hurt and the other dad is proud. I want to take my fist and.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyways I must study and learn some stuff cause this is what the next million years looks like for me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-do1OswRCVjM/TbnoBQMa5bI/AAAAAAAACGE/zUJSt3kKDJw/s1600/P4190017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600762719836497330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-do1OswRCVjM/TbnoBQMa5bI/AAAAAAAACGE/zUJSt3kKDJw/s400/P4190017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan and that kid who cross &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;faced&lt;/span&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1312080597096055346?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1312080597096055346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1312080597096055346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1312080597096055346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1312080597096055346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-know.html' title='What I know...'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-do1OswRCVjM/TbnoBQMa5bI/AAAAAAAACGE/zUJSt3kKDJw/s72-c/P4190017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7344450176671769113</id><published>2011-04-23T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:31:50.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He has risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oXrOG02NMB0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let you all know how thankful I am that the tomb was empty. That he had risen - Matthew 28:6 I am thankful that Jesus loved me enough to atone for my sins, to hurt more then I will ever have to feel, he lived and died for each and everyone of us. He endured ALL things and knows all our hurts because he too felt them all. He loves us all and died for us so we can live again! I know Jesus lives! I know he was and is real. I know that trough him all things are possible. I know I will make mistakes in my life but I also know that because of him I can be forgiven. OF ALL THINGS! This Easter please take 2 minutes to watch this beautiful video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7344450176671769113?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7344450176671769113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7344450176671769113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7344450176671769113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7344450176671769113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-has-risen.html' title='He has risen!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oXrOG02NMB0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1523913371326471399</id><published>2011-04-18T14:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T14:14:32.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>I started taking my seizure pills everyday. (I know I should have been doing that anyways but I wanted Henry to get as little as possible) So I now feel horrible and don't really like being around people cause I get irritated fast. So if I don't call you back right away or see you for awhile that is why. The pills make me super sick and sleepy and cranky and feel like a totally different person for a month to 3 months. The only good thing is I loose about a pound or two every few days but other then that it SUCKS real bad!! I am not liking it AT. ALL!!! I want to crawl in a hole and stay there for a while. I am fighting back tears almost the whole day (I feel that bad!) But I don't want to have a seizure so I must take them. So please excuse me if you don't hear from me in real life for a while....I might have found that hole! &lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1523913371326471399?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1523913371326471399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1523913371326471399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1523913371326471399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1523913371326471399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-8934672477056580195</id><published>2011-04-07T19:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:01:27.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outstanding reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXAhRP6dD4g/TZ553S4U-rI/AAAAAAAACFo/dhEBFvWibj4/s1600/P3160285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593041778108594866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXAhRP6dD4g/TZ553S4U-rI/AAAAAAAACFo/dhEBFvWibj4/s400/P3160285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got a letter in the mail telling me to come to Jordan's school because he had a special award he would be getting but to keep it a surprise. So for one whole week we did just that and when we got to the school, Jordan got outstanding reader for his class!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan loves to read and always has a book in is bed (he has since he was about 3). He is a great student and is loved by his teacher. And we love her!! I am so glad my boy loves to read!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-8934672477056580195?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/8934672477056580195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=8934672477056580195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8934672477056580195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8934672477056580195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/04/outstanding-reader.html' title='Outstanding reader'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXAhRP6dD4g/TZ553S4U-rI/AAAAAAAACFo/dhEBFvWibj4/s72-c/P3160285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1835889125968320072</id><published>2011-04-05T18:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:15:26.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I often want others to forgive me right away but I am not so quick to forgive others. I sit and think about what upset me over and over again and get hurt over and over again. And therefore it is hard to forgive. Why is it that I want someone to forgive me but yet I don't do the same? I really don't know. I need to work on that. I have had a few people that have hurt my feeling really bad these past few months and I am finding it really hard to forgive. I feel that if I forgive I will just get hurt again because that is what has happened to me and I really don't want to be hurt again. But caring the hurt feelings is also not something I want to have either. So here I sit with an internal struggle with myself. I know I must forgive but I don't want it. So when Sat afternoon conference came on and President Boyd K. Packer gave &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/watch/2011/04?lang=eng&amp;amp;vid=880244758001&amp;amp;cid=6"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; talk. I knew what I had to do. I have to leave it alone. I have to forgive and repent. I have watched this talk 5 times now and every time I feel peace in my heart and I know I can do it. It will be hard to forgive but I know that with the help of Heavenly Father I can do it. I must pray for the help to forgive and just "leave it alone." Now I am not saying I have done it yet but I am working on it and I hope to have this heavy burden of hurt feeling gone. And I know they will happen again (I hope not too soon) but I know now to just "leave it alone." I am thankful for a Heavenly Father who loves me enough to know just what I need to hear and to give me the tools to change and to became more Christlike. I know that with the help of him I will be able to do what I find so hard to do and next time it maybe a little easier to forgive and maybe "leave it alone" from the start. If you are feeling the same way as I am about forgiving please listen to the talk it is only about 16 minutes and it will change your life. Let me know how it goes for you and I will update you on me. I must know get on my knees I have some serious praying to do!!!! &lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1835889125968320072?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1835889125968320072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1835889125968320072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1835889125968320072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1835889125968320072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/04/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7524985170555989533</id><published>2011-03-30T10:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:26:57.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year older...</title><content type='html'>My sweet little boy turned 7 yesterday. I can't believe have fast it really has gone by. I hear it all the time but it really does go by fast. In fact I told Will to leave Jordan alone cause he is only 5. He corrected me and told me he was 7. I almost started to cry. He is my baby!!!! And I want him to be my baby forever. I can remember finding out that I was going to be a mommy and being so excited I was to tell the world. I remember bringing him home and feeling at a total loss at what to do. I had watched other peoples babies and cared for them but this was MY baby and a whole new ball game. In fact I held him all the time. Afraid that if I let go something bad might happen. I would sit in the chair to feed him and then let him nap on me and I would nap in the chair I hardly ever put him down. Will's mom came to help and I cried when she took him from my arms and told me to take a nap. I took his baby blanket with me and cried myself to sleep. (I love this kid!!!) Will and I wanted him to have everything he needed so for a good month we slept in the living room just in case he need the swing or bouncer or whatever in the middle of the night. We were crazy for that baby!! We still are. He is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could hold him all day still and keep him safe from the world (his brothers and sister too) but I can not. I must teach him and prayer with and for him that he will make right chooses and grow up to be just like his Daddy! Here are some pictures to enjoy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kahECrLKiA/TZNxTjgjykI/AAAAAAAACFg/0eZKPnnfI9I/s1600/P3250109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589936143260174914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kahECrLKiA/TZNxTjgjykI/AAAAAAAACFg/0eZKPnnfI9I/s400/P3250109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my 7 year old &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DP_1HgnjQLI/TZNxTBLnopI/AAAAAAAACFY/RMB4GiUxuA0/s1600/Sept%2B2006%2B094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589936134045541010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DP_1HgnjQLI/TZNxTBLnopI/AAAAAAAACFY/RMB4GiUxuA0/s400/Sept%2B2006%2B094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorites of them. Jordan is 2 and Kenzie is 7 months &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uT-h17paN_M/TZNxSFlWKWI/AAAAAAAACFQ/mrNteOrCngA/s1600/j4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589936118047320418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uT-h17paN_M/TZNxSFlWKWI/AAAAAAAACFQ/mrNteOrCngA/s400/j4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite picture of me and Jordan. He is 9 months &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQmpvzB4wxc/TZNxR-8fHEI/AAAAAAAACFI/VgG1bDXYJbQ/s1600/Sept%2B2006%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589936116265327682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQmpvzB4wxc/TZNxR-8fHEI/AAAAAAAACFI/VgG1bDXYJbQ/s400/Sept%2B2006%2B054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He reminded me of Bob in this picture. He is about Bob's age here. In fact Bob wore that shirt yesterday &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPQEDwtrsqo/TZNxREgC9BI/AAAAAAAACFA/Hq0MXiBAXo4/s1600/Sept%2B2006%2B107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589936100576785426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPQEDwtrsqo/TZNxREgC9BI/AAAAAAAACFA/Hq0MXiBAXo4/s400/Sept%2B2006%2B107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE his sweet face. This reminds me that he loves to help and is willing to help others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so glad I am his mommy and only hope I can give him all he needs to return to our Heavenly Father. I want him to be able to say I know this cause my Mother taught me. To be able to know right from wrong cause I taught him. And when face with a choice to choose the right because I will pop in his head and he wouldn't wanted to disappoint me. I love him more then words can say. I love you doesn't even begin to say it. He has part of my heart a part that will always be his no matter what! When his sister came 19 months later I didn't know that I could love a baby as much as I do him but I do! All the kids have a part of my heart and it grows every time a new baby comes and my ability to love expanses it's amazing! &lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7524985170555989533?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7524985170555989533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7524985170555989533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7524985170555989533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7524985170555989533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-year-older.html' title='One year older...'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kahECrLKiA/TZNxTjgjykI/AAAAAAAACFg/0eZKPnnfI9I/s72-c/P3250109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4160006745616049000</id><published>2011-03-23T21:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:29:58.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my free time...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to FB (that would be facebook for all you non-facebookers) I connected with a friend I hadn't talked to in years. It was nice to reconnect. We meet 15 years ago and lost touch some how. Anyways I was asked what I do in my free time. And I laughed thinking I don't have much with 4 kids running around but I answered "scrapbook, take pictures and plan vacations." But now thanks to Bob you can add have mild heart attacks, got to ER or urgent care, clean blood (LOTS of blood) and clam older brother down who thinks Bob is going to go into a coma (not sure why he thinks that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bob did it again he cut his head open remember &lt;a href="http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-year-and-bobs-trip-to-er.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. That was only 3 months ago I wasn't ready to do that again. He stayed awake this time and thought the blood was funny. He would look in the mirror in say "oh red lots of red blood"&lt;br /&gt;He tripped over Jordan's leg and hit the couch. It bleed a lot and took him in to nextcare. They super glued it and sent us home. I hope I don't have to do this again but if I do I hope he gives me a little more time to breath like maybe a year or more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-year-and-bobs-trip-to-er.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587495536830868914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJTiuZB3fFg/TYrFlkDibbI/AAAAAAAACE4/5QtRlfj5hNo/s400/P3230093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we went in. I kind of cleaned it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5e4jxlucAc/TYrFlVjg8WI/AAAAAAAACEw/2HfxcdlIFHc/s1600/P3230095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587495532938457442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5e4jxlucAc/TYrFlVjg8WI/AAAAAAAACEw/2HfxcdlIFHc/s400/P3230095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cut cleaned and super glued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCNWY4ZIYp0/TYrFlMyEUnI/AAAAAAAACEo/uQ8TlYjRAqE/s1600/P3230097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587495530583577202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCNWY4ZIYp0/TYrFlMyEUnI/AAAAAAAACEo/uQ8TlYjRAqE/s400/P3230097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the band aid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This boy of mine is CRAZY!! I can't believe that the couch did that and not the million other things he climbs and jumbs off of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4160006745616049000?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4160006745616049000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4160006745616049000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4160006745616049000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4160006745616049000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-my-free-time.html' title='In my free time...'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJTiuZB3fFg/TYrFlkDibbI/AAAAAAAACE4/5QtRlfj5hNo/s72-c/P3230093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1545913877282584062</id><published>2011-03-22T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:27:13.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!!</title><content type='html'>Cover girl is having a party and you should join &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/covergirl?v=app_160134610689223&amp;amp;sk=app_160134610689223"&gt;here!!  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And help them make the next mascara! how cool is that!!! Now go do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.bzzagent.com/image/covergirl.png?Type=activity&amp;amp;Activity=0493515942&amp;amp;Campaign=7010289794&amp;amp;Uid=130080&amp;amp;token=3991ad1edb06f6002628244fcbb67d21" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1545913877282584062?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1545913877282584062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1545913877282584062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1545913877282584062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1545913877282584062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/03/party.html' title='Party!!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1741405227034289434</id><published>2011-03-17T09:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:29:42.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started the baby on rice cereal and he LOVED it! He ate all of it and as a bonus slept the WHOLE night!!! Enjoy the pictures of his 1st taste&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBpHZxHNmSQ/TYI0_P_Pm2I/AAAAAAAACEg/JxBJ1ntruHk/s1600/P3140271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585084749121035106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBpHZxHNmSQ/TYI0_P_Pm2I/AAAAAAAACEg/JxBJ1ntruHk/s400/P3140271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDK6OyQ6RD8/TYI0-nWek1I/AAAAAAAACEY/qD3Qo0k1RAM/s1600/P3140272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585084738212631378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDK6OyQ6RD8/TYI0-nWek1I/AAAAAAAACEY/qD3Qo0k1RAM/s400/P3140272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Almost in my month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2SbFZlkNVg/TYI0-LUiZoI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Yh3L_h-W5Mo/s1600/P3140273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585084730688300674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2SbFZlkNVg/TYI0-LUiZoI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Yh3L_h-W5Mo/s400/P3140273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hands are getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BT_tTvzWq8g/TYI09jH4JwI/AAAAAAAACEI/ZeLpt6odpHw/s1600/P3140278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585084719897782018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BT_tTvzWq8g/TYI09jH4JwI/AAAAAAAACEI/ZeLpt6odpHw/s400/P3140278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1741405227034289434?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1741405227034289434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1741405227034289434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1741405227034289434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1741405227034289434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/03/food.html' title='FOOD!!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBpHZxHNmSQ/TYI0_P_Pm2I/AAAAAAAACEg/JxBJ1ntruHk/s72-c/P3140271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1827663006845123697</id><published>2011-03-03T14:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:27:35.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>Today the baby turns 6 months. Time as really gone too fast! He is growing up too fast and I need to find some way to slow time! I love him so much he is just so fun. He smiles all the time and rolls all over the place. He will roll from one side of the room to the other.&lt;br /&gt;He also LOVES his big brother Bob they play and laugh at each other. Bob will laugh then Henry I love it! He still has crazy monkey hair and it's still dark. His eyes are blue or green depending on what he is wearing. He also loves to play with his feet and sticks he tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are just a few pictures for you!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FzyH82DVUM/TXADr0ELswI/AAAAAAAACEA/VnbcRGrVHvo/s1600/P9030027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579963989557490434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FzyH82DVUM/TXADr0ELswI/AAAAAAAACEA/VnbcRGrVHvo/s400/P9030027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me finally getting to hold him (about 40 minutes after he was born and kissing him for the 1st time) I got super sick right after this and had to wait about an hour or so to hold him again. Looking at this picture made me cry and relive that whole day all over again. It was very scary and not to mention painful without drugs but I would do it over and over again to have this sweet boy in my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imASCyx9b_E/TXADrLfwUhI/AAAAAAAACD4/YpuaDzpwRlI/s1600/P9030007%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579963978667282962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imASCyx9b_E/TXADrLfwUhI/AAAAAAAACD4/YpuaDzpwRlI/s400/P9030007%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My purple baby. This too makes my heart hurt to think he wasn't getting any air. But it reminds of Heavenly Fathers love for us as well. I felt his love for me that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kLrLUmKZ2I/TXADq2PAYXI/AAAAAAAACDw/f1MFyftkMno/s1600/P1120018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579963972959887730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kLrLUmKZ2I/TXADq2PAYXI/AAAAAAAACDw/f1MFyftkMno/s400/P1120018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love his smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dsD6w-k9SE/TXADqv5xqhI/AAAAAAAACDo/xRHrkmL2J3E/s1600/P1260005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579963971260230162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dsD6w-k9SE/TXADqv5xqhI/AAAAAAAACDo/xRHrkmL2J3E/s400/P1260005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love that he puts his feet up to relax with taking a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrDIP5cygwY/TXADqaB32YI/AAAAAAAACDg/6OtCA3v1YSc/s1600/P3030105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579963965388609922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrDIP5cygwY/TXADqaB32YI/AAAAAAAACDg/6OtCA3v1YSc/s400/P3030105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My big 6 month old!! I like his expression here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1827663006845123697?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1827663006845123697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1827663006845123697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1827663006845123697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1827663006845123697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/03/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FzyH82DVUM/TXADr0ELswI/AAAAAAAACEA/VnbcRGrVHvo/s72-c/P9030027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6394046050229996765</id><published>2011-02-28T13:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:14:35.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to target to get some things we needed and thought I would look at the shoes for fun. I found these cute one for only $1.87!! Are you kiddding me I HAD to have them for that price!! So I got my size and found some to fit Kenzie in a year or so and can't wait to wear them! They are little girl shoes but they are fun and I like them and I will wear them!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIcqCqoWQ10/TWwBighNNvI/AAAAAAAACDY/vYcLGfTyWC0/s1600/P2140029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578835730761594610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIcqCqoWQ10/TWwBighNNvI/AAAAAAAACDY/vYcLGfTyWC0/s400/P2140029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6394046050229996765?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6394046050229996765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6394046050229996765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6394046050229996765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6394046050229996765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-take-them.html' title='I&apos;ll take them!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIcqCqoWQ10/TWwBighNNvI/AAAAAAAACDY/vYcLGfTyWC0/s72-c/P2140029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4098826621936323910</id><published>2011-02-25T20:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:24:57.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so FLUFFY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenzie has been wanting a fluffy skirt and I found a pattern for this one and I made it for her. It called for 60 yards. That's right  60 YARDS of ruffle. So I bought a ruffler foot to help (BEST thing EVER!!) Anyways back to the ruffle that 60 yards got to be a little much once I started making the skirt so I scaled it down to 30 yards. So the dress it 1/2 the fluff it should be but it's so cute!!! In fact.. It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!!!:)  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haYFKjXH6IY/TWhwxMzG8YI/AAAAAAAACDQ/-OJX1gnszrM/s1600/IMGP4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577832129049850242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haYFKjXH6IY/TWhwxMzG8YI/AAAAAAAACDQ/-OJX1gnszrM/s400/IMGP4818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She put this outfit together herself and posed this way herself. She is SASSY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we love it, most days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4098826621936323910?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4098826621936323910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4098826621936323910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4098826621936323910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4098826621936323910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-so-fluffy.html' title='It&apos;s so FLUFFY!!!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haYFKjXH6IY/TWhwxMzG8YI/AAAAAAAACDQ/-OJX1gnszrM/s72-c/IMGP4818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6232128237806955997</id><published>2011-02-22T20:45:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:55:07.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GibStettler weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am pretty sure our favorite thing to do on weekends is going up to see Jared and Morgan. The kids always have a BLAST and Bob gets to see his "Buddy" Easton. I think Bob thinks his name is Buddy cause that is what he calls him and if he sees a picture of him he says "oh Buddy, let's play!" Too cute. So Will had to be at the Temple on Sat, so I thought it would be fun to tag along but stay at Jared and Morgan's while he went. And I was RIGHT!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st up Bob and I tagged along for a little gym time!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xAQ1Uk9SkM/TWSPZsbRbrI/AAAAAAAACDI/1k--WKdqZDA/s1600/IMGP4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576739910176566962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xAQ1Uk9SkM/TWSPZsbRbrI/AAAAAAAACDI/1k--WKdqZDA/s400/IMGP4825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob loved jumping off this thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QLc0aLSoeXA/TWSPZcoZ_yI/AAAAAAAACDA/8DjRWYs6O8w/s1600/IMGP4830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576739905936686882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QLc0aLSoeXA/TWSPZcoZ_yI/AAAAAAAACDA/8DjRWYs6O8w/s400/IMGP4830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys loved rolling in the tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Igq4bxk-rnY/TWSPZPKqI0I/AAAAAAAACC4/1jnfYurbBU4/s1600/IMGP4831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576739902322254658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Igq4bxk-rnY/TWSPZPKqI0I/AAAAAAAACC4/1jnfYurbBU4/s400/IMGP4831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see you Easton Buddy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the park for some lunch and running. Morgan packed the kids lunch and meet up a little later with the babies. (Henry and Wyatt who is 10 weeks younger than Henry. That is going to be fun!! Easton and Bob are 6 days apart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ow2k-dmF5E/TWSPY7NxqxI/AAAAAAAACCw/rAEgk5FQ1qo/s1600/IMGP4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576739896966621970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ow2k-dmF5E/TWSPY7NxqxI/AAAAAAAACCw/rAEgk5FQ1qo/s400/IMGP4832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easton needs his "eyes" or sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SamHrXDb-4/TWSPYo1tC5I/AAAAAAAACCo/smeZn5-t5no/s1600/IMGP4833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576739892033817490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SamHrXDb-4/TWSPYo1tC5I/AAAAAAAACCo/smeZn5-t5no/s400/IMGP4833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WYATT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEblUHGSzvM/TWSD6zef8-I/AAAAAAAACCg/hwXttvVsBzo/s1600/IMGP4834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576727284865299426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEblUHGSzvM/TWSD6zef8-I/AAAAAAAACCg/hwXttvVsBzo/s400/IMGP4834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Will got home we loaded up and headed to the Train park. The boys fell asleep. SOOO CUTE!!&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/-IM59rMYmB_A/TWSD6qI2kaI/AAAAAAAACCY/hHHNrJQJt2k/s1600/IMGP4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576727282358587810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IM59rMYmB_A/TWSD6qI2kaI/AAAAAAAACCY/hHHNrJQJt2k/s400/IMGP4835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and I are that good, we put his shoes on the wrong feet. AND YES that is duct tape! We are AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pS4tSXDA3-E/TWSD6QPXtoI/AAAAAAAACCQ/jiUPhYsey0E/s1600/IMGP4836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576727275406603906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pS4tSXDA3-E/TWSD6QPXtoI/AAAAAAAACCQ/jiUPhYsey0E/s400/IMGP4836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode a carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv2LclTbIw8/TWSD6G70JmI/AAAAAAAACCI/KDIuYAH8LSk/s1600/IMGP4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576727272908662370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv2LclTbIw8/TWSD6G70JmI/AAAAAAAACCI/KDIuYAH8LSk/s400/IMGP4840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a train! Choo- choo. I love how this is really meant for little kids and Jared and Will could care less. They were going with the boys. (Morgan and I rode it too and during that ride came up with some fun ideas for our lives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdjMHOPyWWA/TWSD5_0bx9I/AAAAAAAACCA/X9-zXYe22bE/s1600/IMGP4844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576727270998656978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdjMHOPyWWA/TWSD5_0bx9I/AAAAAAAACCA/X9-zXYe22bE/s400/IMGP4844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the day wouldn't be complete without some ice cream shared between two buddies! At 1st Bob only gave him a pinch then he gave HUGE spoonfuls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful relaxing weekend and can't wait to have more!! Thanks guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6232128237806955997?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6232128237806955997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6232128237806955997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6232128237806955997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6232128237806955997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/02/gibstettler-weekend.html' title='GibStettler weekend'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xAQ1Uk9SkM/TWSPZsbRbrI/AAAAAAAACDI/1k--WKdqZDA/s72-c/IMGP4825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-726677814263591613</id><published>2011-02-17T21:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:49:16.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic</title><content type='html'>My dad and I went to the Titanic museum today and it was AMAZING! We were there for 2 hours and could have been there longer but they were closing. There was so much stuff from the ship and tons of stories too. It was the History Channel LIVE!! So FUN!! I LOVE every second of it. There was even perfume bottles that they found that still had the smell in them, AMAZING.(it didn't smell good but still cool. Perfume was just coming out so that could be why it didn't smell so great or the fact that it was at the bottom of the ocean as is 100 years old?)&lt;br /&gt;There was also a HUGE block of ice that was the Temp of the water (well not as cold) and my dad and I couldn't even keep our hand on for 10 seconds. I can't imagine my whole body in the water. There was just SO much I can't think right now.&lt;br /&gt;We were given a boarding pass as we got there and on it it had a name of a person on the ship. At the end you got to see if that person lived or died. My dad's guy lived and my little girl (age 7) and her mother lived but her father died. I totally got tearing eyed thinking about it. I think it was because my dad was standing next to me and it would be too hard to have to say goodbye at such a young age (Yes dad I LOVE YOU!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we couldn't take pictures inside so here are two outside.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq5ucYk6y8U/TV307rqVxgI/AAAAAAAACB4/2swSht96Xu0/s1600/IMGP4847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574881219924313602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq5ucYk6y8U/TV307rqVxgI/AAAAAAAACB4/2swSht96Xu0/s400/IMGP4847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the captain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otw2PRR9QWg/TV307eNz5PI/AAAAAAAACBw/TlgYRSK0YyA/s1600/IMGP4846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574881216314991858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otw2PRR9QWg/TV307eNz5PI/AAAAAAAACBw/TlgYRSK0YyA/s400/IMGP4846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to dinner and had a fun time talking and laughing. I sure do miss when I only had one baby and I would go to lunch with my dad all the time. Maybe we should start again even if I have to bring 3 kids now (what do you say dad:) ) I am glad I made him move to Tucson to be closer to me and the grandkids cause they sure do love him and I get to spend time with him!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the fun night dad! We have to do it more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-726677814263591613?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/726677814263591613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=726677814263591613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/726677814263591613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/726677814263591613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/02/titanic.html' title='Titanic'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq5ucYk6y8U/TV307rqVxgI/AAAAAAAACB4/2swSht96Xu0/s72-c/IMGP4847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1087882895371448115</id><published>2011-02-16T14:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:52:30.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure is out there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we pick up Jordan from school the baby gets mad that the sun is in his face, so I solved the problem. A HAT!!!! Kenzie says he is going on an adventure. Look at his cute face he LOVED it!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OK_87kcviuY/TVxDeDL5XiI/AAAAAAAACBg/DHNbkOzMXZo/s1600/P2160009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574404622308171298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OK_87kcviuY/TVxDeDL5XiI/AAAAAAAACBg/DHNbkOzMXZo/s400/P2160009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SMILE! (Bob looks HUGE here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku1nZM7F8mI/TVxDd4KvYlI/AAAAAAAACBY/-vMuu6LBCKo/s1600/P2160010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574404619350532690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku1nZM7F8mI/TVxDd4KvYlI/AAAAAAAACBY/-vMuu6LBCKo/s400/P2160010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhBleUNFH5s/TVxDdtlYSLI/AAAAAAAACBQ/VCHzQuEVWkA/s1600/P2160008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574404616509474994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhBleUNFH5s/TVxDdtlYSLI/AAAAAAAACBQ/VCHzQuEVWkA/s400/P2160008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1087882895371448115?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1087882895371448115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1087882895371448115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1087882895371448115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1087882895371448115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/02/adventure-is-out-there.html' title='Adventure is out there...'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OK_87kcviuY/TVxDeDL5XiI/AAAAAAAACBg/DHNbkOzMXZo/s72-c/P2160009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7000218155211188890</id><published>2011-02-04T21:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:09:57.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded at 5 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TUzX9xxZZkI/AAAAAAAACBI/9UfJKB5JmQA/s1600/P1300013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570064295482975810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TUzX9xxZZkI/AAAAAAAACBI/9UfJKB5JmQA/s400/P1300013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you put this little ball of sweetness on the floor he will roll over and start to play. He will also start to roll all over the place and in no time at all end up very far from where you put him. He just turned 5 months (yesterday) and I am NOT I repeat &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; ready for 4 mobile kids. Therefore the baby is grounded from tummy time, unless I am laying right next time him kisses his sweet face. Then he can have as much as he (or shall I say I want)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still can't believe I have 4 kids. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 KIDS&lt;/span&gt;. The even weirder thing was at Christmas when I was counting the kids to make sure we had everyone 4 didn't seem like enough and someone was missing. JUST.NOT.YET I am not ready yet. One day when I am not grounding my 5 year old for eating 3/4 the pan of brownies, my 2 year old for hitting me and my 5 month old for rolling all over the place all within minutes of each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was LONG very L O N G!!!!! All four kids were home all day Jordan didn't go to school because he got punched in the face by this naughty kid who hit someone daily for no reason. So I didn't want to send him today. I wanted to love on him instead. (plus a TON of other schools were closed due to weather, Weird! That never happens here!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was acting up all day (must be the weather) and Bob didn't sleep last night so he was tired and he had tummy problems so he was on the cranky side. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the up side I am going to sleep in and scrapbook and sew tomorrow. (Will just doesn't know yet:) )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my kids even if they make me run away for a few hours now and again. (I even miss them while I am running away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7000218155211188890?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7000218155211188890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7000218155211188890&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7000218155211188890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7000218155211188890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/02/grounded-at-5-months.html' title='Grounded at 5 months!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TUzX9xxZZkI/AAAAAAAACBI/9UfJKB5JmQA/s72-c/P1300013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5745674183069314416</id><published>2011-01-28T13:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:58:04.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bob smashed his finger in the door jam and he wouldn't let anyone near it. It kept saying "Mommy finger hurts" It was heart breaking. I wasn't sure what to do. Plus he would randomly kiss it, cause he knows kisses help but it wasn't helping so he was getting more upset. So I got some tape and made him a little guy to make it feel better. He named him stinky (cause the sharpie smells I think?). It helped.... I hope.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TUMtENnmlsI/AAAAAAAACA8/NGOGJ8XFtbk/s1600/P1280010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567343114758559426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TUMtENnmlsI/AAAAAAAACA8/NGOGJ8XFtbk/s400/P1280010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't let the hand touch anything:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TUMtDdBMcEI/AAAAAAAACA0/NSF_J_Hibdo/s1600/P1280009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567343101712560194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TUMtDdBMcEI/AAAAAAAACA0/NSF_J_Hibdo/s400/P1280009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is "stinky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5745674183069314416?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5745674183069314416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5745674183069314416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5745674183069314416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5745674183069314416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/01/finger-hurts.html' title='Finger hurts...'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TUMtENnmlsI/AAAAAAAACA8/NGOGJ8XFtbk/s72-c/P1280010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7988799689933024324</id><published>2011-01-20T12:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:48:12.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Giveaway EVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>On &lt;a href="http://craftskeepmesane.blogspot.com/2011/01/silhouette-promotion-review-and.html"&gt;Keeping it simple&lt;/a&gt; blog she is giving away a Silhouette!!! I have been wanting one ever since Heather let me come over and play with her. Now  I NEED one of my own!!! I would be one crafting machine!!!! So check out her blog too she has super cute stuff on it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7988799689933024324?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7988799689933024324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7988799689933024324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7988799689933024324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7988799689933024324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-giveaway-ever.html' title='Best Giveaway EVER!!!!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2016761324968938176</id><published>2011-01-18T21:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:38:28.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby is growing up so fast! He had just another tooth just waiting to come out. It was calling his name saying "pull me out." So last Sunday he tried and tried and it wouldn't come out then Daddy took action and....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TTZpWuK1EqI/AAAAAAAACAs/MfDzkymy5lE/s1600/P1090013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563750228734317218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TTZpWuK1EqI/AAAAAAAACAs/MfDzkymy5lE/s400/P1090013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TTZpWSfRY3I/AAAAAAAACAk/jNxejhtWLO0/s1600/P1090014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563750221303866226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TTZpWSfRY3I/AAAAAAAACAk/jNxejhtWLO0/s400/P1090014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy did it!! Now my big almost 7 year old has lost 3 baby teeth. This growing up stuff happens way too fast!!!! SLOW DOWN mommy needs to hold you a little longer!!&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;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2016761324968938176?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2016761324968938176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2016761324968938176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2016761324968938176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2016761324968938176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-gone.html' title='3 gone'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TTZpWuK1EqI/AAAAAAAACAs/MfDzkymy5lE/s72-c/P1090013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2811952743141269207</id><published>2011-01-03T14:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:23:20.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Jordan asked for some tape and a pen and I gave it to him and about 10minutes later this is what I found:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TSI9zqZWhWI/AAAAAAAACAc/EpkgKqcF9y8/s1600/PC040019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558072847891858786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TSI9zqZWhWI/AAAAAAAACAc/EpkgKqcF9y8/s400/PC040019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TSI9yHwCX4I/AAAAAAAACAU/dOIx4ivpEJw/s1600/PC040017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558072821411897218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TSI9yHwCX4I/AAAAAAAACAU/dOIx4ivpEJw/s400/PC040017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good thing Kenzie can't read or she would have been real mad! Oh wait...Jordan told her what it said... FUN TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2811952743141269207?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2811952743141269207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2811952743141269207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2811952743141269207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2811952743141269207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2011/01/what.html' title='WHAT?!?!?!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TSI9zqZWhWI/AAAAAAAACAc/EpkgKqcF9y8/s72-c/PC040019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7047094839166085413</id><published>2010-12-26T18:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:01:27.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year and Bob's trip to the ER</title><content type='html'>A year ago today I was turning over to tell my husband that he was late to pick up my little brother to go paintballing, next thing I know I am in the living room sitting on a chair with my parents, Will's parents, and firemen and paramedics around me. I had had a seizure. Dang it! And I also knew right about that was pregnant, even if the 5 test I took said I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;I went for another ride in an ambulance and spent most of the day in the ER.&lt;br /&gt;I scarred my poor son who happened to walk in the room right as it happened but he learned all about 911. And as for me I learned a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I am thankful I have only had 2 seizures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Even if I wasn't ready then for a new baby I am NOW! Henry is the BEST baby and I love love love having him in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Taking pills everyday isn't so bad, cause I am now 7 pounds LESS than when I got pregnant. That makes me a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.My husband is the best man EVER! He loves me so much and does a lot to help me. Like sleep in, cleans the house, let's me go out for a break, hugs me and loves me no matter how rude I sometimes am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few things I learned this year after my seizure. I also learned that I will be on these pill for a while and will just have to learn to be a good pill taker. I stink at it and almost always forget. But I will learn someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Bob. He pulled a stocking down and the cast iron holder fell right on his head. It bleed a lot and we got it all cleaned up. 30 minutes later we went to Target and before we got about a minute away he was asleep and we couldn't wake him. Will went to nextcare to see what we should do and they called 911. When the paramedics got there they tired to wake him by taking blood, pinching him, yelling in his ear and after non of these worked they used smelling salts. He had to got to the ER (by ambulance) and get a CAT scan. They couldn't find anything, thank goodness. He is fine now but I had a mild heart attack thinking the worst. But never shed a tear (till I walked in the door at home)&lt;br /&gt;I know my Heavenly Father was there helping me to stay calm so that Bob wouldn't get scared. I also know he was there to comfort me and for that I am extremely grateful because I need it.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that he knows me and love me. That he looks out for us and helps us in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7047094839166085413?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7047094839166085413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7047094839166085413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7047094839166085413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7047094839166085413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-year-and-bobs-trip-to-er.html' title='1 year and Bob&apos;s trip to the ER'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4735596943478212541</id><published>2010-12-11T21:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:31:22.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sleepy baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQRdF_BGnmI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HtWCnDkCr6I/s1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549662998224084578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQRdF_BGnmI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HtWCnDkCr6I/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This baby is the BEST! He goes to bed at 8pm gets up at 4:30am back to bed till 8am and back to bed again till around 9:30ish. He also started sucking his thumb. I need to break him of that ASAP (but he does look cute) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also had a little run in with Bob the other day. Bob tried to pick him up off my bed and bring him to me (just like Kenzie, who is NOT suppose to) but instead he fell and then Bob started to drag him before Daddy went in and yelled. Henry cried a little but Bob cried for 15 minutes. He felt real bad and kept saying sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4735596943478212541?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4735596943478212541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4735596943478212541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4735596943478212541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4735596943478212541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/12/sweet-sleepy-baby.html' title='Sweet sleepy baby'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQRdF_BGnmI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HtWCnDkCr6I/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4020893896688558193</id><published>2010-12-10T14:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:01:41.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All by myself.</title><content type='html'>I love love love getting ideas for different blogs and this is one I love! Check it out &lt;a href="http://shanty2chic.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;e. The always do a "I made it without my hubby" party and I am going to join in this time!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.shanty2chic.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;img src=" http://www.eightcrazyimages.com/Shanty2/withoutHubby.gif " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I 1st went to Home Depot and got a piece of wood for 51cents! And had them cut it for me . I sanded and spray painted it next. Then using Mod podge (which I LOVE) I decorated this:  (Yes I know my desk is a mess I will clean it, some day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQKZYAr0lcI/AAAAAAAAB_w/hUoM5RF1-tk/s1600/PC090079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549166328653583810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQKZYAr0lcI/AAAAAAAAB_w/hUoM5RF1-tk/s400/PC090079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next up I have been wanting to sell hair thing I make for almost a year but having a seizure and getting pregnant but a hold on that till this week I opened a shop and I am totally excited! I will be adding cute kids clothes in a few weeks so look for that. Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Loosgirlyshoppe"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are two samples of the hair things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQKZXrY7waI/AAAAAAAAB_o/hw4C89fwlXU/s1600/PC080076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549166322937217442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQKZXrY7waI/AAAAAAAAB_o/hw4C89fwlXU/s400/PC080076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQKZW-Oa7_I/AAAAAAAAB_g/cWi7HzP1L0M/s1600/PC080051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549166310813528050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQKZW-Oa7_I/AAAAAAAAB_g/cWi7HzP1L0M/s400/PC080051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4020893896688558193?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4020893896688558193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4020893896688558193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4020893896688558193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4020893896688558193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-by-myself.html' title='All by myself.'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TQKZYAr0lcI/AAAAAAAAB_w/hUoM5RF1-tk/s72-c/PC090079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4407354985674580232</id><published>2010-11-18T21:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:57:55.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky town</title><content type='html'>I am having a hard week and letting things others say get to me so I must remember &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." -Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also coming up to 11 months since my seizure and I am not real sure how to feel. I am in a little bit of a funk I guess. I have this super cute fun baby and three amazing kids plus one wonderful husband and for that I am thankful. For some reason I am in a funk an all around funk.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning is no fun (not that it ever was), I want to craft but can't decide what I want to do so I do nothing, reading is okay (usually I can read a book in a few day, I have been reading the same one for a week and a half ), I cut my hair (didn't help), I bought new shoes (nothing).&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure out what the heck is wrong. Maybe I need more sleep and need to stop caring what other's say. I need to not care what they think of me or things I make or my kids or family or whatever. I need to care LESS a lot LESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay vent is done......I will be back to "normal" (whatever that is) sometime when I feel like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4407354985674580232?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4407354985674580232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4407354985674580232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4407354985674580232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4407354985674580232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/11/funky-town.html' title='Funky town'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-8561943017845694882</id><published>2010-11-09T22:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:36:24.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Henry has the most hair out of all the kids. And it is WILD! I can't keep it down it just stand straight up. Kind of like a monkey. It's so cute. I find it funny that people tell you that you can tell if your baby will have hair or not by if you have heartburn when you are pregnant. With Kenzie I had a TON and she had NO hair and I had NO heartburn AT ALL with Henry and he has a lot. So I feel that is a BIG FAT LIE!!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TNotwmyg0OI/AAAAAAAAB_M/wrPwTsH5cmc/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537789004874830050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TNotwmyg0OI/AAAAAAAAB_M/wrPwTsH5cmc/s400/hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my sweet little monkey hair boy right after a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-8561943017845694882?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/8561943017845694882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=8561943017845694882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8561943017845694882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8561943017845694882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/11/crazy-hair.html' title='Crazy Hair'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TNotwmyg0OI/AAAAAAAAB_M/wrPwTsH5cmc/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5154695760976188372</id><published>2010-11-01T14:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:50:01.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Halloween was a little bit harder this year then last and not because I have one more kid but because I was super sick and not in the mood for fun. I really wanted to be in bed but seeing my cute kids did help me to feel a little better. Here are some pictures. (I only took 6 or so because I felt like poop. I would usually take at least 50)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80cGihMZI/AAAAAAAAB-8/i917b8WlYDY/s1600/PA300160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700124458004882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80cGihMZI/AAAAAAAAB-8/i917b8WlYDY/s400/PA300160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All four kids. Jordan-black spiderman, Kenzie- a witch, Bob- monkey and Henry-pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80bjZoo9I/AAAAAAAAB-0/K5NP97YjZNI/s1600/PA300173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700115025503186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80bjZoo9I/AAAAAAAAB-0/K5NP97YjZNI/s400/PA300173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents with the kids. The kitty is Aliana my brothers little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80bY4raGI/AAAAAAAAB-s/8rV24yM_MVs/s1600/PA300168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700112202917986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80bY4raGI/AAAAAAAAB-s/8rV24yM_MVs/s400/PA300168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me getting the kids out of the car for truck or treating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80a8h6ESI/AAAAAAAAB-k/OBIung-kmxE/s1600/PA300166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700104591216930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80a8h6ESI/AAAAAAAAB-k/OBIung-kmxE/s400/PA300166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80aTL6BnI/AAAAAAAAB-c/HKC2_4-39dA/s1600/PA300164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700093493085810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80aTL6BnI/AAAAAAAAB-c/HKC2_4-39dA/s400/PA300164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob was really excited to be a monkey. He told everyone about it and made super cute noises too. The outfit was a 4T and he is an 18months so I had to cut off the feet and hem up the bottom but it helped to make it super fat and I loved that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time and I can't wait till next year when I hopefully won't be sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now bring on Thanksgiving and Christmas and all the crazy that comes with it!!!!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5154695760976188372?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5154695760976188372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5154695760976188372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5154695760976188372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5154695760976188372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TM80cGihMZI/AAAAAAAAB-8/i917b8WlYDY/s72-c/PA300160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6664396173767019490</id><published>2010-10-29T14:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:43:32.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Sassy pants is 5</title><content type='html'>5 years ago on Oct 25 at 2:10am a nurse handed a new sweet baby girl to her Daddy and that baby girl lifted her head up and looked right into her Daddy's eyes then looked around the room. That should have been our 1st clue at how life would be with Miss Loo:) She is like her mommy in many ways. She is head strong and likes things her way (or at least to think it was her idea) She is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; and loves to have her toes painted (I painted them the day I brought her home). We love having a sweet girl in our home. She is a great big sister to Bob and Henry and a helper to Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TMs5r-R2gOI/AAAAAAAAB-U/yYowp5SlBxU/s1600/P9210044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533579994769817826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TMs5r-R2gOI/AAAAAAAAB-U/yYowp5SlBxU/s400/P9210044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how she poses for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TMs5rHGtspI/AAAAAAAAB-M/oLClecb-Bj4/s1600/P8310006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533579979959153298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TMs5rHGtspI/AAAAAAAAB-M/oLClecb-Bj4/s400/P8310006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is a Daddy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TMs4zD2mdMI/AAAAAAAAB-E/SU3Jpi3YKHM/s1600/Kenzie_birthday_063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533579017013589186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TMs4zD2mdMI/AAAAAAAAB-E/SU3Jpi3YKHM/s400/Kenzie_birthday_063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves sweets too. This is her on her 1st birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She always comes up with funny things. Like this from last week: after seeing milk on Henry's face she said "I didn't know milk came out of Moms boob, that is awesome!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; While listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4KLJKDXWwQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4KLJKDXWwQ&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't help but think of her and of course cried (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; even if she drives me crazy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6664396173767019490?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6664396173767019490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6664396173767019490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6664396173767019490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6664396173767019490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/10/miss-sassy-pants-is-5.html' title='Miss Sassy pants is 5'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TMs5r-R2gOI/AAAAAAAAB-U/yYowp5SlBxU/s72-c/P9210044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2645264457310192239</id><published>2010-10-18T14:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:02:38.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends full circle</title><content type='html'>I had a friend named Nicole we met in 5th grade and became fast friends. We got in tons of trouble in 6th grade were the teacher couldn't even get our names right. In fact I don't think she ever once called me by my name. We always said our daughters would be best friends. Well I lost contact with her after high school. So I never thought that would happen. WELL... She just happened to join the same mom's group that I am in and guess what.. Our daughter love one another! It is so stinkin cute!! They play so cute and hold hand and say they are sisters. I had tears in my eyes on this day cause I just couldn't believe it. I didn't even tell Kenzie to play with her she just did.&lt;br /&gt;Look how cute they are! I need to find a picture of Nicole and I and post it!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TLzCLGlyu1I/AAAAAAAAB98/-Y9WDq1VZuo/s1600/P9300085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529507938507602770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TLzCLGlyu1I/AAAAAAAAB98/-Y9WDq1VZuo/s400/P9300085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2645264457310192239?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2645264457310192239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2645264457310192239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2645264457310192239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2645264457310192239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/10/friends-full-circle.html' title='Friends full circle'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TLzCLGlyu1I/AAAAAAAAB98/-Y9WDq1VZuo/s72-c/P9300085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3456411498183501187</id><published>2010-10-07T20:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:25:30.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next four year..at least</title><content type='html'>I just went to the neurologist for my check up. It has been almost 10 months since my seizure and all looks good.  He is pretty sure that I will have no problems and will be able to go on with my life and I will just have to take two pill at bed time for the next four years. Wait... Four more years..&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to maybe get off these things sooner than that. But he says four years at the soonest if I even get off of then. I am and was a little sad by that but he did say I am lucky that I don't have epilepsy and I get to live my life and drive and go on vacations and have babies. So in that way yes.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of babies I thought the reason I had these seizures was because of pregnancy but NO IT IS NOT! In fact we have no idea why I had the seizures (two of them) but He does know they are not due to being pregnant. So where does that leave me? Do I just stay unanswered. Do I even what to know or can I even know why.&lt;br /&gt;I am totally bummed and upset by all this. I hate being on pills (the good thing is they are a weight loss pill unlike the others that made me gain). I just don't feel "normal" or like me on them but I guess this is the new me and I need to get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;I will go see my Dr in another 9 months to a year and we will go from there and see if we need to do any test or change anything.&lt;br /&gt;I guess Heavenly Father has a plan for me.. I mean I KNOW he has a plan and I just need to trust that this is part of the plan. I need to pray for help to get over my being upset and just learn to deal with it. I think it is okay to be upset for a little bit right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that is my seizure update......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3456411498183501187?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3456411498183501187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3456411498183501187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3456411498183501187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3456411498183501187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/10/next-four-yearat-least.html' title='The next four year..at least'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2939758021227295283</id><published>2010-09-28T12:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:39:39.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From this &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TKJG22q5JHI/AAAAAAAAB90/TfoJYnViaEg/s1600/1Robbie+155_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522054001311949938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TKJG22q5JHI/AAAAAAAAB90/TfoJYnViaEg/s400/1Robbie+155_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TKJG2Y_A5HI/AAAAAAAAB9s/HlL3cZQhAmw/s1600/P7030004+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522053993343280242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TKJG2Y_A5HI/AAAAAAAAB9s/HlL3cZQhAmw/s400/P7030004+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In just two short years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Bob is two. It went by way too fast! I love this little guy and I want him to stay little forever! Here are some fun facts about my little man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He learned to swim before he slept &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt; night (18 months swimming.  23 months sleeping all night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loves Mickey Mouse and Woody (from toy story but calls him da goo no idea why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He hates to have a dirty diaper but the potty is a little scarry right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He is a mama's boy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He takes at least a 3 hour nap (he would sleep more but we have to pick up Jordy from school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Calls Kenzie "K"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-likes balls and everytime we go to Safeway Daddy gets him a new one (good thing it's only 25 cents and we only shop there every other month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He likes to put on everyones shoes and walk around the house but once outside he is fast to take his off cause he would rather be without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Loves the water if someone is in the bath or shower he gets naked and jumps on in with them. (he gets several a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Has the BEST smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dances everytime music comes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theses are just a few things we love about our boy. He makes every day so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2939758021227295283?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2939758021227295283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2939758021227295283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2939758021227295283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2939758021227295283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-years.html' title='2 years'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TKJG22q5JHI/AAAAAAAAB90/TfoJYnViaEg/s72-c/1Robbie+155_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2944145201262158777</id><published>2010-09-20T12:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:56:00.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>-I can't believe I have four kids. FOUR kids!! And that I want more... CRAZY. I don't want more today or soon maybe in 2 or 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am getting NO sleep. this baby likes to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The good thing about him eating lots is I have lost all but 3 pounds that I gained. So in 17 days I have lost 23 pounds! I have 33 pounds in all to get rid of but I think I can do it. I haven't done any working out at all yet and it has just come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henry is a pee machine! We have used a box and 2 packages of diapers already and he is only 17 days old. I think I may actually have to buy newborn diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bob loves Henry. He is always asking where he is and kissing him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't believe Bob is turning two. I feel like I just planed a 1st b-day party for him. They grow up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My husband is the BEST he lets me sleep in (when he can). and takes the kids out of the house so it is nice and quite for me. I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jordan and Kenzie love having a baby in the house too. They have been very helpful and also love to kiss him. We all love to kiss him:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Having four is not as hard as I thought it would be. Going from 2 to 3 was  A LOT harder then this. I haven't had to take all four anywhere yet well actually I did have to walk all four to Jordan's school for a meeting with his teacher. That was hard because it was hot and the stroller had a flat tire but other than that no so bad. We will see when Jordy is on break and I take all four somewhere, then ask me if 4 is hard:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love being a mommy. It is everything I thought it would be. Only I did think I would get a little more sleep but I love I wouldn't want to do anything else. I am so thankful for a husband who works super hard so I can stay home with the kids and for friends who feel the same way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2944145201262158777?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2944145201262158777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2944145201262158777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2944145201262158777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2944145201262158777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-8011418194368037980</id><published>2010-09-07T14:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:32:25.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry's birth</title><content type='html'>Friday morning a little after 2am I woke up and knew I was in labor. So I woke Will up and told him and he told me "give it a minute and go back to bed." I told him to get up cause we had to pack a bag and get some cleaning done before my mom came! So he got up got dress and so did I. I called my mom and told her to come in 20 minutes. By the time she got to our house and we told her how the morning should go with the kids and Jordan going to school it was 3:30ish and we were on our way to the hospital. I was getting nervous cause I had group B strep and had to get 4 hours of meds before I had Henry and didn't think that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time we were triage and I got to the labor room and the IV of meds started it was somewhere around 5am. I was asked if I wanted the epidural but since I wasn't in a lot of pain I said not now. I was 6cm at this time and doing okay with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought about going drug free this whole pregnancy but hadn't told anyone just in case I wimped out. So I asked Will for a blessing and afterwards asked what he thought I should do. He said he felt I shouldn't get it. I got mad at him because I was in PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am and I told Will to call my mom and tell her if she wanted to be in the room she needed to hurry cause I didn't think it would be much longer. A few minutes later the nurse checked me I was still a 6 and she was leaving so I got a new nurse who checked me and I was 6 but as she was checking I became an 8 and Henry's heart rate was dropping fast. She yelled for another nurse told me to get on my side. Called the Doctor asked for the NICU to be on standby and it was go time. Will said it all happened in about a minute and Henry was born at 7:40am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the cord wrapped around him and not breathing. He was also facing the wrong way, which was very painful! He was head to toe purple. The silence in the room was so scary to me. They finally got him to breath and cry but I didn't get to hold him for 40 minutes. In fact I didn't move for an hour I was so tired and overwhelmed! I did ask "so it's a boy right?" Will laughed and said "yes it's a boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he came into the world fast weighing 7 pounds and was 18 inches. I am totally in love with him and so glad he is part of our family! I just hope this is the last time he gives me a mild heart attack! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawKuZUqjI/AAAAAAAAB9c/mz-F-TN-jBQ/s1600/P9030007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514288492061174322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawKuZUqjI/AAAAAAAAB9c/mz-F-TN-jBQ/s400/P9030007+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you look at his hands and tummy you can see they are still purple:( When I saw this for the 1st time I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawKL9I13I/AAAAAAAAB9U/jkE24UhxUns/s1600/P9030024+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514288482816153458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawKL9I13I/AAAAAAAAB9U/jkE24UhxUns/s400/P9030024+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my little man. I know I look like heck but I did just have a baby drug free!&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/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawJ1JfRmI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ugkeNao3UDA/s1600/P9030058+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514288476693939810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawJ1JfRmI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ugkeNao3UDA/s400/P9030058+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet baby face!&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/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawJcHCd9I/AAAAAAAAB9E/MUm4XTgJErM/s1600/P9030062+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514288469972776914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawJcHCd9I/AAAAAAAAB9E/MUm4XTgJErM/s400/P9030062+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob loves being a big brother!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawI9wttWI/AAAAAAAAB88/R4zRmt1ytBo/s1600/P9050072+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514288461826078050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawI9wttWI/AAAAAAAAB88/R4zRmt1ytBo/s400/P9050072+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All my crazy kids!&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;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-8011418194368037980?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/8011418194368037980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=8011418194368037980&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8011418194368037980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8011418194368037980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/09/henrys-birth.html' title='Henry&apos;s birth'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIawKuZUqjI/AAAAAAAAB9c/mz-F-TN-jBQ/s72-c/P9030007+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6623330222467687284</id><published>2010-09-06T08:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:04:44.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy of four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Henry is finally here!! He came super fast and had some problems but he is perfect!! I will tell you all about it later but for now enjoy these two pictures&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIUQEOvA26I/AAAAAAAAB8U/k6obJfnILLk/s1600/P9050076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513830983645846434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIUQEOvA26I/AAAAAAAAB8U/k6obJfnILLk/s400/P9050076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saying his prayers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIUQDmzlQBI/AAAAAAAAB8M/cIjRevsm6yc/s1600/P9030065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513830972927590418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIUQDmzlQBI/AAAAAAAAB8M/cIjRevsm6yc/s400/P9030065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my four kids!!&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;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6623330222467687284?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6623330222467687284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6623330222467687284&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6623330222467687284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6623330222467687284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/09/mommy-of-four.html' title='Mommy of four!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TIUQEOvA26I/AAAAAAAAB8U/k6obJfnILLk/s72-c/P9050076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6898350975778058667</id><published>2010-09-02T09:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:18:31.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love his sweet voice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is some of Bob and his animal sounds. I just love how cute his voice sounds!! Oh and don't mind the messy office, I am working on it:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c52be84575bc57cb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc52be84575bc57cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80A16A52A1491F9B2F90343234E8E54839D28352.28752EE77F32E91744DD1B34A99FBAB83CC425E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc52be84575bc57cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1HCER0qATjr9L4zfC2aTKJRmRf8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc52be84575bc57cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80A16A52A1491F9B2F90343234E8E54839D28352.28752EE77F32E91744DD1B34A99FBAB83CC425E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc52be84575bc57cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1HCER0qATjr9L4zfC2aTKJRmRf8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6898350975778058667?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6898350975778058667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6898350975778058667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6898350975778058667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6898350975778058667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-his-sweet-voice.html' title='I love his sweet voice!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6291113442706912588</id><published>2010-09-02T08:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:32:15.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.....</title><content type='html'>I am a planner so this whole pregnancy thing is driving me CRAZY!! I wake up every day and and hope that it's the day this baby comes only to have dumb braxton hicks (false labor, that hurts and is so irritating). I just find it funny that the one thing I love and wanted all my life (to be a mother) is the one thing you just can't plan for. You must wait for the baby to come when it wants to come. Then when they are here they run on their own little schedule for a while (but not to long:) ).&lt;br /&gt;So here I am waiting...for baby #4, to be a mother to another sweet baby. I am honored to do so but a little cranky too:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6291113442706912588?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6291113442706912588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6291113442706912588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6291113442706912588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6291113442706912588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting.....'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2645590873288587216</id><published>2010-08-23T10:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:43:18.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to jump in the pool...at 23 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bob is for sure my water baby! He has no fear of the water and loves to jump right in. If we go to my mom's he thinks we get to swim. In fact if you say "Bob want to go to Nana's?" He says "swimming" On Saturday he kept jumping in so I thought I would get picture so you can all enjoy his cuteness!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyDuSlJMI/AAAAAAAAB7k/eVuo_n8pRu8/s1600/P8190183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508661071262852290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyDuSlJMI/AAAAAAAAB7k/eVuo_n8pRu8/s400/P8190183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyCtQHSbI/AAAAAAAAB7c/wXlGpK1g7Vk/s1600/P8190186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508661053804202418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyCtQHSbI/AAAAAAAAB7c/wXlGpK1g7Vk/s400/P8190186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the tucked in legs and arms out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyCIUZJCI/AAAAAAAAB7U/xkWtbsOuHkw/s1600/P8190188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508661043890037794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyCIUZJCI/AAAAAAAAB7U/xkWtbsOuHkw/s400/P8190188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; close your eyes before you enter the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyBuJO7tI/AAAAAAAAB7M/1rxS1H96jv4/s1600/P8190189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508661036863909586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyBuJO7tI/AAAAAAAAB7M/1rxS1H96jv4/s400/P8190189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arms still out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyA54DOqI/AAAAAAAAB7E/OaeRARmOnjA/s1600/P8190190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508661022833195682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyA54DOqI/AAAAAAAAB7E/OaeRARmOnjA/s400/P8190190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG splash!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is how my 23month old jumps in the pool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH and an update on Jordan and school: He told me that his 1st day of school was the BEST day of his life!! So I guess he loves it. We still miss him....&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2645590873288587216?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2645590873288587216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2645590873288587216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2645590873288587216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2645590873288587216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-to-jump-in-poolat-23-months.html' title='How to jump in the pool...at 23 months'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/THKyDuSlJMI/AAAAAAAAB7k/eVuo_n8pRu8/s72-c/P8190183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2702466553401688220</id><published>2010-08-16T12:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:45:41.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my friends my 1st baby is now in Kindergarten. He has been waiting a long time and I had to let him go. Which was easier then I thought. I cried more at kinder round-up and meeting his teacher then I did today. But today my heart hurt more and I sure do miss him. I know he is going to be just fine and LOVE school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I 1st found out I was pregnant Kindergarten seems so far away I would say "Jordan starts school and two weeks later the baby comes." It felt like it would take forever for that to happen and I could keep Jordan my baby for a long time BUT it when by SUPER FAST and now the baby will be here soon. CRAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy pictures from our morning&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTad1YvrI/AAAAAAAAB68/deQL8nkn1mU/s1600/P8160163+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506094102331571890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTad1YvrI/AAAAAAAAB68/deQL8nkn1mU/s400/P8160163+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast of homemade waffles and cinnamon rolls with a glass of  chocolate milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTZ4VhKZI/AAAAAAAAB60/SYT6S2iikQk/s1600/P8160164+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506094092265793938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTZ4VhKZI/AAAAAAAAB60/SYT6S2iikQk/s400/P8160164+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTZfUyVoI/AAAAAAAAB6s/-7poyDTDYMI/s1600/P8160167+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506094085551838850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTZfUyVoI/AAAAAAAAB6s/-7poyDTDYMI/s400/P8160167+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTY7aHXVI/AAAAAAAAB6k/wBTBTrghb_M/s1600/P8160168+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506094075910511954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTY7aHXVI/AAAAAAAAB6k/wBTBTrghb_M/s400/P8160168+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay maybe RUNNING is more like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTXiuk-mI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Wuq1t6VcuAE/s1600/P8160170+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506094052105583202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTXiuk-mI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Wuq1t6VcuAE/s400/P8160170+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting at the wall to go in. (At this point I had to kiss him and say goodbye because my heart was breaking)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he went inside I walked over to Will and said "This just stinks, I miss my boy!" He felt the same way. I can't wait to pick him up and hear all about his 1st day......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will fill you all in:)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2702466553401688220?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2702466553401688220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2702466553401688220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2702466553401688220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2702466553401688220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of school!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGmTad1YvrI/AAAAAAAAB68/deQL8nkn1mU/s72-c/P8160163+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3008487588662467284</id><published>2010-08-12T17:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:52:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When did he get so big...</title><content type='html'>Jordan is starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; in just a few days (4 days) and I feel like he is still to little to be going. But he is ready and excited. We got to meet his teacher today and he likes her and so do I. I had to hold back tears just talking to her so Monday shall be fun! She told me of all kinds of fun things she has planned and she even said the other kids and I can go on all the field trips! So 1st up is the pumpkin patch in Oct, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;While I am sad to see my baby growing up I am excited for him to get to do new things. I just feel like it went by too fast. I never understood what people were saying when Jordan was 1st born but now I do and I'm not sure I like it. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some picture of me and my baby. (at least how I still picture him in my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGSUxrCgkHI/AAAAAAAAB6U/xSO4J7k-rOU/s1600/j10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504688225641336946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGSUxrCgkHI/AAAAAAAAB6U/xSO4J7k-rOU/s400/j10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love his sweet face in this one! (This is my all time favorite of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGSUxMFlAlI/AAAAAAAAB6M/B5o88ZxHj4k/s1600/j4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504688217332712018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGSUxMFlAlI/AAAAAAAAB6M/B5o88ZxHj4k/s400/j4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like the no hair and no smile (this is Will's favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGSUfxaz7UI/AAAAAAAAB6E/nMRkHIzRvvw/s1600/j7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504687918116236610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGSUfxaz7UI/AAAAAAAAB6E/nMRkHIzRvvw/s400/j7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH and the belly I love him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I am tearing up writing this (being pregnant make me a mess, who am I kidding I'm always a mess)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post 1st day of school pictures on Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3008487588662467284?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3008487588662467284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3008487588662467284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3008487588662467284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3008487588662467284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-did-he-get-so-big.html' title='When did he get so big...'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TGSUxrCgkHI/AAAAAAAAB6U/xSO4J7k-rOU/s72-c/j10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3279902734802070207</id><published>2010-08-08T17:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:12:37.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me!</title><content type='html'>Jordan slept till 9:30 this morning and since I had to go to church alone I thought well I'll just go to my In-laws ward. Well I cried the WHOLE  time! Every thing was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; for me!&lt;br /&gt;But a talk was given and it was on "what is the greatest worth" The talk was by Sister Smith (she is in my ward) so I was excited to see her in this ward. She said the greatest worth on the earth is you! Because of what the Savior gave for you!&lt;br /&gt;It totally touched my heart and made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; how once again how important I am. If there was only me the Savior still would have suffered and died for me because I AM important! This is something I don't think women hear enough.  In fact I don't think people in general hear it enough. No matter what you do or did you are important and loved!! And you are the greatest worth on the earth to our Heavenly Father and the Savior!&lt;br /&gt;I love this message and I need to tell it to my children often so they know that when they make mistakes (because we all will and do) that they are loved above everything else in this life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that my sweet baby boy slept in today. It is weird that he did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;birth&lt;/span&gt; he has needed very little sleep so I knew he was tried. We did have a long day yesterday. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to my Heavenly Father for giving me the Savior. For Jesus and his atonement. Without which I would be nothing and have nothing. For the love I feel everyday from Jesus and Heavenly Father by looking at my Children and Husband. I am excited to get a new baby fresh from Heaven! I love looking in the eyes of a new baby and feeling the love of my Heavenly Father. I love my husband and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for all the hard work he does for our family! I can't wait to be a family of 6!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3279902734802070207?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3279902734802070207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3279902734802070207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3279902734802070207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3279902734802070207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/08/me.html' title='Me!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-540716160665901135</id><published>2010-08-03T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:07:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Years!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the cute family we made in just 8 years! Soon baby #4 will be in the picture. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TFdRhz8fvJI/AAAAAAAAB5k/ZGWaQJx7VWg/s1600/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500955111177829522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TFdRhz8fvJI/AAAAAAAAB5k/ZGWaQJx7VWg/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so young when we 1st started dating 17 and 16. And when we got married 21 and 20 (young but I love it!) I find new things to love about Will every year. It's exciting! The time goes by so fast when you are married to your best friend and it makes life wonderful too! It makes all life's trials since a little easier knowing you have someone to help you make it past each and everyone. That you will never be lonely (in fact that is our song "You will never be Lonely" by Andy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griggs&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are 8 things that make me smile when thinking about Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. His love for his children! He told me just last night that when Jordan went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school he totally cried (I didn't know that) So he is sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kindergartner&lt;/span&gt; is going to be hard for him to let him go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. His passion for whatever he is doing. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;, Church calling or even perfecting his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NSYNC&lt;/span&gt; dance moves:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. His love for his Heavenly Father and Jesus. He makes sure scriptures are read every morning and night along with prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. His love for Disneyland. I love Disney and when we got married was sad that he never wanted to go. I told him for our 5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; and now he is hooked! He loves it and would go all the time! (if we were rich) It was so fun to see him riding the kiddie rides and laughing with the kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. His made up words to songs he *thinks* he knows. It's so funny to hear what he thinks the word are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.He tells me I am beautiful even when I am HUGE pregnant. He tells me I am growing his baby and to him I will always be pretty no matter what I think. He will then kiss me sweetly and let me continue to rant:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. That he likes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; movies (even if he protest he ends up liking it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. That he loves me not matter what. He has to put up with a lot when I am pregnant and starting my seizure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and I am thankful that he loves me! He still gives crappy foot rubs but I love his kisses! And if I am upset his arms are always open and ready for me to cry on him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-540716160665901135?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/540716160665901135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=540716160665901135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/540716160665901135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/540716160665901135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/08/8-years.html' title='8 Years!!!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TFdRhz8fvJI/AAAAAAAAB5k/ZGWaQJx7VWg/s72-c/DSC_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3674776442158495908</id><published>2010-07-28T16:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:24:47.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago</title><content type='html'>I was getting pictures off the computer and on to CD's and I found this one of Bob. This was one year ago. He looks so little and has no hair! But he still has that sweet little baby face. I love this little man of mine. I am not sure I am ready for him to be a big brother yet, I like him being my baby! I want him to be a baby forever. Why must they grow up? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TFC7RhVK8cI/AAAAAAAAB5c/apc2eFZQ4sk/s1600/Bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499101054698713538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TFC7RhVK8cI/AAAAAAAAB5c/apc2eFZQ4sk/s400/Bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-3674776442158495908?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/3674776442158495908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=3674776442158495908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3674776442158495908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/3674776442158495908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TFC7RhVK8cI/AAAAAAAAB5c/apc2eFZQ4sk/s72-c/Bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6743872000877155225</id><published>2010-07-27T13:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:10:55.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-551ce2c7a1a98dc3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D551ce2c7a1a98dc3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A4CD9E197928DCCF9A15FD6A31279936EAEA011.32BA0639C1F776F71C11398BDD636F8EDEBE8F86%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D551ce2c7a1a98dc3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCS_1qj4M6usNh2muIWTDhveJiOw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D551ce2c7a1a98dc3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A4CD9E197928DCCF9A15FD6A31279936EAEA011.32BA0639C1F776F71C11398BDD636F8EDEBE8F86%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D551ce2c7a1a98dc3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCS_1qj4M6usNh2muIWTDhveJiOw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day Jordan said "hey mom get your camera out and look what I can do." So I did and this is what he did. He is said he could use this skill later in life when he is a pirate:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6743872000877155225?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6743872000877155225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6743872000877155225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6743872000877155225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6743872000877155225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-this-kid.html' title='I love this kid'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2007785232653715306</id><published>2010-07-21T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:19:55.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.....</title><content type='html'>I find that now that I am 28 (soon to be 29) and have 3 kids (in a few weeks 4) I don't have as much time for the things I once did. I remember when I was 1st married I would call my Sister in law and talk for hours a day with her. I miss that. I haven't spoken to her for hours in years. When I call it is for a few short minutes and then it's back to our daily lives. She has 5 kids so I know she doesn't have the time any more. But I miss it. I think we should have a girls weekend just to chat and laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't have the time I would like for friends either. I mean they don't have time as well so it's not so bad but I would like to see my best friend more then once every three months. One day when she has a baby and I am the their Nanny I will see her daily but for now I miss her when I don't talk to her for month on end but she is busy and I am busy and that is the way it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafts... I wish I could use nap time to do them but being 31 weeks pregnant I too need a nap so they have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few people in my life that just don't seem to understand that I do not have any extra time in my day to make time for myself let alone them. And it's hard because I don't like to hurt others but my time is spent taking care of my kids, husband, house and sometimes myself. I am just not sure how to let them know that maybe we have grown apart and need to move on. Because what they expect from me is not when I can give. And it makes me sad but it's the truth. I can even pee by myself there is always a little one watching or a little hand at reaching under the door or two kids yelling at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in my life the people I consider my friends are the ones I don't need to call everyday or see every week. They are the ones that I can call last minute if I need something and they will be there. The ones that for no reason other than I am having a bad day will bring me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eegee&lt;/span&gt; and a cookie:) That like me need a break from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mommy hood&lt;/span&gt; and will call to see a movie or get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt; that said Women with kids don't have time. (I have been working on this darn blog for a week cause I DON'T HAVE TIME) And it is totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I had time to talk on the phone but when I do I have three little ones running around me needing my time. And I must give it to them because soon enough they won't need me any more and I will miss this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the friends in my life who understand that even if I take a week to call you back or can't chat for long or hang out often that I still love ya! That I think of you often and wish we could hang out more but we have little ones that need us right now and when they are all grown up we will have each other to hang out with again:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2007785232653715306?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2007785232653715306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2007785232653715306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2007785232653715306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2007785232653715306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='Life.....'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-722508636342450213</id><published>2010-07-06T15:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:10:33.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Goodyear for the weekend to help Will's buddy move and while we were there we stayed at the Wigwam Resort and Swam A LOT!  I also took pictures of the kids (since it had been over a year)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TDOoEK5i5UI/AAAAAAAAB48/-Y3qYApjZII/s1600/P7030028_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490917160293426498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TDOoEK5i5UI/AAAAAAAAB48/-Y3qYApjZII/s400/P7030028_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He didn't want his taken and had just gotten hit in the eye with a pillow so this was as good as it got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TDOoDgazm6I/AAAAAAAAB40/yt74VGf_mzE/s1600/P7030015_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490917148890209186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TDOoDgazm6I/AAAAAAAAB40/yt74VGf_mzE/s400/P7030015_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sassy girl had a ton of cute ones but I think this one is totally her! I LOVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TDOoDBw8H1I/AAAAAAAAB4s/nGxlvyTqB6I/s1600/P7030004+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490917140661542738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TDOoDBw8H1I/AAAAAAAAB4s/nGxlvyTqB6I/s400/P7030004+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right when he saw the camera he said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mommee&lt;/span&gt;" and gave me this cute smile. And this would also be the last time we saw this piggy:( we got lock out of the room and while I was busy taking pictures with the other kids Will was busy trying to get back in. And he totally forgot about the toy. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; it when on the way home he started making piggy noises and saying "where it go" It was so sad. We are going to have to get another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-722508636342450213?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/722508636342450213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=722508636342450213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/722508636342450213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/722508636342450213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/07/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TDOoEK5i5UI/AAAAAAAAB48/-Y3qYApjZII/s72-c/P7030028_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1573539909971851838</id><published>2010-06-26T09:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:23:41.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love him!</title><content type='html'>For Father's day this year I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deiced&lt;/span&gt; to get crafty and make this for Will. It took a lot longer than I thought it would but he loved it and said it was once of the best gifts.(cheapest too) Jordan said when he is a daddy he wants me to make him one. My favorite has to be the bottle filled with 100+ pieces of gum or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt; baked beans that I got to keep:)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TCYoX4FxbKI/AAAAAAAAB4M/GNq57O6Fdhc/s1600/P6200013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487117586656226466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TCYoX4FxbKI/AAAAAAAAB4M/GNq57O6Fdhc/s400/P6200013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487117579415709122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TCYoXdHf5cI/AAAAAAAAB4E/nRd0Sj8gl9c/s400/P6200015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; As we were walking out the door I told them I needed a picture and sweet little Bob smiled with out me saying anything. I love this picture!!! I am going to have it framed for Will's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so thankful for a loving husband who works super hard (and long hours) for us. Who loves our babies and even on Father's day changed every single diaper (including two poops). He even cleaned the whole house for me too! I am one Lucky girl! I love this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1573539909971851838?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1573539909971851838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1573539909971851838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1573539909971851838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1573539909971851838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-him.html' title='I love him!'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TCYoX4FxbKI/AAAAAAAAB4M/GNq57O6Fdhc/s72-c/P6200013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7400966999505959222</id><published>2010-06-24T12:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:24:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>super girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were going to a super hero party and I couldn't think of what to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; wear. So on the day of the party (an hour before) I came up with this: And she LOVED it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TCOvmWDXa9I/AAAAAAAAB30/ARJtIXj3kCc/s1600/P6120001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486421844356983762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TCOvmWDXa9I/AAAAAAAAB30/ARJtIXj3kCc/s400/P6120001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love her sweet face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TCOvlx6EsrI/AAAAAAAAB3s/pF1zwKTz8Wg/s1600/P6120002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486421834654331570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TCOvlx6EsrI/AAAAAAAAB3s/pF1zwKTz8Wg/s400/P6120002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;. The "K" is super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sparkly&lt;/span&gt; (just how we like it) and there are flowers on the bottom with sparkle centers of course. It was perfect for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl!&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;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7400966999505959222?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7400966999505959222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7400966999505959222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7400966999505959222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7400966999505959222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/06/super-girl.html' title='super girl'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TCOvmWDXa9I/AAAAAAAAB30/ARJtIXj3kCc/s72-c/P6120001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-8019130115155439789</id><published>2010-06-16T13:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:09:27.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you sick of hearing about our Disneyland trip yet? Good cause I'm NOT:) In fact I wish I was there (only not pregnant and holding a sweet baby in my arms) So here is the last bit of pictures (mostly of grandparents to see)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk5UEN8TtI/AAAAAAAAB3k/n4zEcDlPgY0/s1600/P6020043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483477038192676562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk5UEN8TtI/AAAAAAAAB3k/n4zEcDlPgY0/s400/P6020043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to wait behind a rope for 10 minutes and Bob was getting silly cause he woke us all up at 6am. The park opened at 10am. The next day when we wanted to go to the park at 7am all the kids work up at 9am (mom was up  at 5:45am but I did go back to sleep after a shower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk5TOFgGFI/AAAAAAAAB3c/VCo4vghBL3U/s1600/P6020044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483477023661758546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk5TOFgGFI/AAAAAAAAB3c/VCo4vghBL3U/s400/P6020044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk5Sv6hKEI/AAAAAAAAB3U/UPD0_J6cw4A/s1600/P6020048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483477015562627138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk5Sv6hKEI/AAAAAAAAB3U/UPD0_J6cw4A/s400/P6020048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me:"Bob show me your smile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk5SLblfFI/AAAAAAAAB3M/0O-KtpnyrPQ/s1600/P6020050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483477005769210962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk5SLblfFI/AAAAAAAAB3M/0O-KtpnyrPQ/s400/P6020050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how silly Kenzie gets sometimes, how sweet Bob's face is and Jordan looks to grown up for me. Also my belly is HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4YGaQbEI/AAAAAAAAB3E/I_ReYN3yWLw/s1600/P6020051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483476007989046338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4YGaQbEI/AAAAAAAAB3E/I_ReYN3yWLw/s400/P6020051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love love love his sweet face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4XdUBeqI/AAAAAAAAB28/PRGnrr7Pgvo/s1600/P6020056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483475996957047458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4XdUBeqI/AAAAAAAAB28/PRGnrr7Pgvo/s400/P6020056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wanted a picture by Bruce. She is a super model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4W70ncyI/AAAAAAAAB20/feAINpRjLI4/s1600/P6020059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483475987966948130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4W70ncyI/AAAAAAAAB20/feAINpRjLI4/s400/P6020059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Will like Pirates the most:) Actually Jordan could have ridden it all day. We rode it 4 times and would have rode it more if it didn't break for a long time one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4WPCPmNI/AAAAAAAAB2s/Fd-sL_PNLDg/s1600/P6020062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483475975944509650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4WPCPmNI/AAAAAAAAB2s/Fd-sL_PNLDg/s400/P6020062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this! I forget what ride this is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4VE4A7dI/AAAAAAAAB2k/9bALbVdetKw/s1600/P6020068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483475956037381586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk4VE4A7dI/AAAAAAAAB2k/9bALbVdetKw/s400/P6020068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob loved the Balloons in Mickey's house. In fact he loves Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3Eiz70rI/AAAAAAAAB2c/bOGj-jI9QiE/s1600/P6020073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483474572503929522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3Eiz70rI/AAAAAAAAB2c/bOGj-jI9QiE/s400/P6020073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have to take one here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3EEjhuuI/AAAAAAAAB2U/pOaaQggq0DM/s1600/P6020074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483474564382046946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3EEjhuuI/AAAAAAAAB2U/pOaaQggq0DM/s400/P6020074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3DtBFm0I/AAAAAAAAB2M/2vGqDvH4L5U/s1600/P6030079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483474558063582018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3DtBFm0I/AAAAAAAAB2M/2vGqDvH4L5U/s400/P6030079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH and here. I like how Jordan's shoe is coming off. He really thought it would come out and was REAL mad when it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3DEa3KxI/AAAAAAAAB2E/3hF1pOzMpLY/s1600/P6030085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483474547165834002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3DEa3KxI/AAAAAAAAB2E/3hF1pOzMpLY/s400/P6030085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love these kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3CotD37I/AAAAAAAAB18/nBpAMnIDuEw/s1600/P6030091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483474539725971378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk3CotD37I/AAAAAAAAB18/nBpAMnIDuEw/s400/P6030091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All my loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1zm7Gi1I/AAAAAAAAB10/bWTjS88f4cY/s1600/P6030093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483473182038330194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1zm7Gi1I/AAAAAAAAB10/bWTjS88f4cY/s400/P6030093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan wanted me to take this of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1yz6C6CI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Gvl02URC_4w/s1600/P6040101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483473168343689250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1yz6C6CI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Gvl02URC_4w/s400/P6040101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids!&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/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1yWCf3OI/AAAAAAAAB1k/7PFiKBVgqDQ/s1600/P6040103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483473160326077666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1yWCf3OI/AAAAAAAAB1k/7PFiKBVgqDQ/s400/P6040103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the car ride that I almost DIED on! Jordan would turn before the turn because he saw it up ahead. I tried to tell him you turned when you got to the turn but he didn't get it. We went on this twice. I almost died twice. NEVER AGAIN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1xySEBsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/j2mbhi3tN4Q/s1600/P6040106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483473150727685826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1xySEBsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/j2mbhi3tN4Q/s400/P6040106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching the parade. He loved it! There was tons of dancing which he loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1xb2FyLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/w0ldd4NCLI0/s1600/P6040116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483473144704780466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk1xb2FyLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/w0ldd4NCLI0/s400/P6040116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see that cute girl in the pink jacket that is my girl dancing in the parade! Too bad my camera died right after this picture (I should had charged the batteries oh well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Kenzie went on splash mountain and LOVED it. After the drop she turned to Will and said "Daddy when is the BIG drop?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jordan HATED tower of terror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Bob rode almost everything unless he was too small for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We ran into our friends Bill and Nora Morgan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Next time I go I will NOT be pregnant. It wasn't so bad but I would rather not be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a GREAT time and can't wait to go back! The plan is to go back in about 2 years or so. Will said he could go every year. Which is funny because a few years ago he said he HATED Disneyland....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-8019130115155439789?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/8019130115155439789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=8019130115155439789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8019130115155439789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/8019130115155439789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-one-more-time.html' title='Just one more time'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBk5UEN8TtI/AAAAAAAAB3k/n4zEcDlPgY0/s72-c/P6020043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5743433030139117396</id><published>2010-06-14T14:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:27:15.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT ready...but ready?</title><content type='html'>I have 90 days (or less because I have never made it to my due date) till my family  no longer looks like this:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBacCeR4VkI/AAAAAAAAB1M/7sqo5dLtn_U/s1600/P4040066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482741162671887938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBacCeR4VkI/AAAAAAAAB1M/7sqo5dLtn_U/s400/P4040066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we add one more little man. I am ready to NOT be pregnant but I am not sure if my heart is ready for another one to love. I still think of Bob as a baby and just can't see him as a big brother yet, it fact it hurts to think about it and makes me cry. (could be cause everything makes me cry right now) But really how am I going to do this? Jordan and Kenzie are 19 months apart but Jordan didn't NEED me like Bob needs me. Bob wants me to hold and cuddle him all day. He NEED me! He's my sweet baby guy still. Can I have two babies? Even if they are almost 24 months apart? Is this what it is like with twins? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And 4 kids!! How in the world am I going to be a mom to 4 kids!! I mean I want 6 (I think) but I want some in school. Jordan will be starting school a few weeks before so I will still have 3 at home and have to worry about my oldest baby at school. I am not even ready to give him to school yet... I just can't think of that hurdle even if it does come before the baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I am stressing way too much and should be relaying on the Lord more. He does know me more than I know me. He knew I could do this and this baby wanted to come to our family NOW! There must be a reason why. I am excited to have 3 missionary sons. Even if two will be gone at the same time (Bob and this baby over lap by two weeks) NOW that will be hard on my heart in 19 years. But exciting. Just think of all the families that will be blessed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never would have guess when I joined the church that almost 11 years later I would have so many blessings. It was a HARD choice and I did it cause I KNEW it was right. And now I am getting to see all the wonderful things that come from my choice. I LOVE IT!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways if you have ideas on how to make this easier on my heart then let me know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5743433030139117396?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5743433030139117396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5743433030139117396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5743433030139117396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5743433030139117396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-readybut-ready.html' title='NOT ready...but ready?'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBacCeR4VkI/AAAAAAAAB1M/7sqo5dLtn_U/s72-c/P4040066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1365561445898302422</id><published>2010-06-12T11:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:29:15.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What  a  Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a little start to our FUN filled 3 days in Disneyland!! The kids loved seeing all the different Characters. We didn't get to see as many princesses as we hoped for but we weren't going to wait in line for 2 hours for that. So we only really saw one and Kenzie was fine with that. Bob didn't like any of them but now he says Mickey Mouse ALL DAY LONG. But if you ask him he likes Mickey he says no. I don't get it either.  So enjoy our intro to Disneyland and in a few days I will have more FUN pictures and stories for you!! (I know you are all just dying to hear them and see them:) ) Well at least my mom and dad are.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPsbed78I/AAAAAAAAB1A/wJsMsR9rQ-g/s1600/P6020069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481953533636767682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPsbed78I/AAAAAAAAB1A/wJsMsR9rQ-g/s400/P6020069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with Mickey. Bob tried to smile but it didn't work out so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPr94ZmrI/AAAAAAAAB04/IPOgBymdzUI/s1600/P6040109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481953525692471986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPr94ZmrI/AAAAAAAAB04/IPOgBymdzUI/s400/P6040109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPTfcVjEI/AAAAAAAAB0w/_NIRZFd2HqI/s1600/P6040112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481953105204841538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPTfcVjEI/AAAAAAAAB0w/_NIRZFd2HqI/s400/P6040112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Hatter (Jordan's favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPS9BZfOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/ldiDrONFh5c/s1600/P6040115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481953095965048034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPS9BZfOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/ldiDrONFh5c/s400/P6040115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chip or dale? He had some nice dance moves and danced with Kenzie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPSoK7lTI/AAAAAAAAB0g/2kATnCHuLaQ/s1600/P6030098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481953090367886642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPSoK7lTI/AAAAAAAAB0g/2kATnCHuLaQ/s400/P6030098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is for my Dad!!&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/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPR36OmJI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/DRFGM3GW9wc/s1600/P6040100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481953077412927634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPR36OmJI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/DRFGM3GW9wc/s400/P6040100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob wanted to get inside:)&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/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPRRwYZVI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/qQGiKwRi0dI/s1600/P6020061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481953067171079506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPRRwYZVI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/qQGiKwRi0dI/s400/P6020061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenzie told her she was BEAUTIFUL. And Kenzie's shirt said "shake it up" so they danced with her. It was too cute and she loved it.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN7sWYbWI/AAAAAAAAB0I/FZL5zH5fpYg/s1600/P6030096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481951596841037154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN7sWYbWI/AAAAAAAAB0I/FZL5zH5fpYg/s400/P6030096.JPG" border="0" /&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/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN7ZlI4rI/AAAAAAAAB0A/pTs92Shhw9M/s1600/P6030095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481951591802659506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN7ZlI4rI/AAAAAAAAB0A/pTs92Shhw9M/s400/P6030095.JPG" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN688-IJI/AAAAAAAABz4/tkjBb4jTrvg/s1600/P6030092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481951584117989522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN688-IJI/AAAAAAAABz4/tkjBb4jTrvg/s400/P6030092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buzz got stuck and the kids had to push is button and help him.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN6aSC6FI/AAAAAAAABzw/vemgkSeZEyg/s1600/P6020054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481951574811142226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN6aSC6FI/AAAAAAAABzw/vemgkSeZEyg/s400/P6020054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was leaving so Jordan run up to give him a hug:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN5nV0YWI/AAAAAAAABzo/E5BMzAqJ9Do/s1600/P6020049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481951561136759138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPN5nV0YWI/AAAAAAAABzo/E5BMzAqJ9Do/s400/P6020049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob DID NOT like Woody at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1365561445898302422?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1365561445898302422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1365561445898302422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1365561445898302422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1365561445898302422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-character.html' title='What  a  Character'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBPPsbed78I/AAAAAAAAB1A/wJsMsR9rQ-g/s72-c/P6020069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2276619521002753119</id><published>2010-06-09T20:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:04:48.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been wanting to take Bob to the beach since he turned one and finally got to take him. It didn't go as I had planned and he didn't love it as much as I had hoped he would. It could be due to the fact that the water was COLD and his Daddy made him get all the way in instead of just letting him play.... But it was fun and the big kids had a BLAST. Kenzie actually got in this year. She usually just stays in the sand and plays. We went to Newport beach which was super clean and BEAUTIFUL!! The homes were so pretty. We want to go back.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBikHQXufI/AAAAAAAABzg/8ZfLkppFSNU/s1600/P6010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480989119072418290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBikHQXufI/AAAAAAAABzg/8ZfLkppFSNU/s400/P6010041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what the baby did most of the time. (We think he looks a lot like Kenzie here, and don't you love our new fancy stroller?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh8lFwp0I/AAAAAAAABzY/-ovstoWaXvY/s1600/P6010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480988439886210882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh8lFwp0I/AAAAAAAABzY/-ovstoWaXvY/s400/P6010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy always has to do this and always makes the kids made. You would think he would learn to STOP but he doesn't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh8NK04TI/AAAAAAAABzQ/t1m3asT6ZQM/s1600/P6010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480988433465008434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh8NK04TI/AAAAAAAABzQ/t1m3asT6ZQM/s400/P6010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running from the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh7ftDtVI/AAAAAAAABzI/20RZ87sVhJs/s1600/P6010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480988421260555602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh7ftDtVI/AAAAAAAABzI/20RZ87sVhJs/s400/P6010026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going in for the 1st time. ( Yes Will has all his clothes on. We all changed in the car. Not easy when you are 25 weeks pregnant. But he wanted to wait for a bathroom, that we never found....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh6xiLATI/AAAAAAAABzA/2XB2_CAPHDE/s1600/P6010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480988408866865458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh6xiLATI/AAAAAAAABzA/2XB2_CAPHDE/s400/P6010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saved him from Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh6Cp6-9I/AAAAAAAABy4/jUGoxpU5vp8/s1600/P6010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480988396282903506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBh6Cp6-9I/AAAAAAAABy4/jUGoxpU5vp8/s400/P6010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I was there &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2276619521002753119?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2276619521002753119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2276619521002753119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2276619521002753119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2276619521002753119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-at-beach.html' title='A day at the beach'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TBBikHQXufI/AAAAAAAABzg/8ZfLkppFSNU/s72-c/P6010041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-5812065772531307681</id><published>2010-06-08T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:55:41.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob swim video</title><content type='html'>Don't forget to go to the bottom and turn off the music 1st:)&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFyZSUNaGFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFyZSUNaGFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-5812065772531307681?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/5812065772531307681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=5812065772531307681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5812065772531307681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/5812065772531307681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/06/bob-swim-video.html' title='Bob swim video'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4319581326586212556</id><published>2010-06-07T17:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:24:12.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newport temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day one we were driving most of the day so we didn't get to do much but we did get to go to the Newport beach temple and then the beach.  The temple is so beautiful and the grounds have tons of beautiful flowers. We have a family goal of seeing a temple every vacation and hopefully a new one every time. And once the kids are all 12 are plan is to do baptisms with them in all the temples we visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OLQ_t9uI/AAAAAAAAByw/BLt1nb8S35M/s1600/P6010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480192645771687650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OLQ_t9uI/AAAAAAAAByw/BLt1nb8S35M/s400/P6010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Driving up to the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OK14GaDI/AAAAAAAAByo/Xh_az5njLH4/s1600/P6010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480192638491977778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OK14GaDI/AAAAAAAAByo/Xh_az5njLH4/s400/P6010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OKfsM1aI/AAAAAAAAByg/7vFt7BXVxx8/s1600/P6010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480192632536487330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OKfsM1aI/AAAAAAAAByg/7vFt7BXVxx8/s400/P6010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OKNY7-4I/AAAAAAAAByY/uNTWhIgj5gI/s1600/P6010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480192627623852930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OKNY7-4I/AAAAAAAAByY/uNTWhIgj5gI/s400/P6010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan wanted to take a picture. I think he did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OJSM5G8I/AAAAAAAAByQ/Ni16CRl4jsk/s1600/P6010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480192611735641026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OJSM5G8I/AAAAAAAAByQ/Ni16CRl4jsk/s400/P6010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sassy pants girly:) She loved that these flowers were bigger than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4319581326586212556?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4319581326586212556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4319581326586212556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4319581326586212556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4319581326586212556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/06/newport-temple.html' title='Newport temple'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/TA2OLQ_t9uI/AAAAAAAAByw/BLt1nb8S35M/s72-c/P6010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1226249528052326102</id><published>2010-05-24T10:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:13:11.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S_qzDekprHI/AAAAAAAAByI/2A26DSNn4bs/s1600/860479090_W7wWq-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474885169350028402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S_qzDekprHI/AAAAAAAAByI/2A26DSNn4bs/s400/860479090_W7wWq-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob finished his 6 week every day ISR swim classes a month ago and did GREAT! In fact he was  the best out of the three kids. He only cried the 1st few days and loved it everyday after. He was walk right up to his teacher to get in and would tell us he wanted to swim. He gets to go back once a month for refreshers which is nice since my mom's pool is still COLD! I will post more pictures when I have time so for now enjoy this one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1226249528052326102?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1226249528052326102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1226249528052326102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1226249528052326102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1226249528052326102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/05/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S_qzDekprHI/AAAAAAAAByI/2A26DSNn4bs/s72-c/860479090_W7wWq-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-1151827294991837591</id><published>2010-05-12T14:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:00:53.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest thing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S-shtfIF7oI/AAAAAAAAByA/LwMih_0zkK4/s1600/P5080171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470503237704871554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S-shtfIF7oI/AAAAAAAAByA/LwMih_0zkK4/s400/P5080171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "It's the greatest thing I've ever seen in my entire life," that is what Jordan told us when we asked him how he liked the temple. I couldn't agree more! We got to go to the Gila Valley Temple open house and we took my mom and aunt too. Having my mom there was indescribable. Standing next to her in the celestial room was overwhelming. I hope it not the only chance I have to have her there. I was so over come with emotions and happiness at that moment. I wish it didn't have to end. Not only was my mother there but to have my children there, WOW.  HAPPINESS is all that comes to mind. Like Jeffery R. Holland I too can't imagine Heaven without my Husband and children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also can't imagine it without my mom and dad and brothers too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know the church is true and going to the temple only helps to strengthen my testimony that families are FOREVER! What a blessing to  know that from birth. I am thankful my children will grow up knowing this. I am thankful that my children were able to feel the spirit that is within the walls of the temple at such a small age. In fact as we were leaving Jordan asked if he could buy a new suit for church the next day. He is a sweet boy with a close relationship to our Heavenly Father and I love it. (He did get a new suit and look handsome singing to me on Mother's day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait till the other two are built so we can take the kids again! I also can't wait to go on a date with my love to this temple. It was beautiful, like all temples are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-1151827294991837591?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/1151827294991837591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=1151827294991837591&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1151827294991837591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/1151827294991837591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/05/greatest-thing.html' title='Greatest thing....'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S-shtfIF7oI/AAAAAAAAByA/LwMih_0zkK4/s72-c/P5080171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2046427139439502961</id><published>2010-05-10T20:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:06:59.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of many</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S-jWF52tZnI/AAAAAAAABx4/pqfOkGnbFIo/s1600/P3130390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469857144359446130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S-jWF52tZnI/AAAAAAAABx4/pqfOkGnbFIo/s400/P3130390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see that small little cut on that cute little leg? That would be his 1st ever banged up knee. He got it while hiking and didn't even cry. He looked at us and said "OH no" it was super cute. It hurt me more to see blood on my sweet baby than it did him. Now if our little princess got half that much of a cut it would have been tears for days and a box of band aids before we forgot about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His sweet little knee got a bigger cut a few weeks later and still no tears. He is ALL boy that's for sure. But he loves to cuddle  and every night I get a good 15 min or more of him laying next to me on the couch. And tons of kisses too. I love it!! I sure am going to miss him when I have to be away having his baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S-jWFasadPI/AAAAAAAABxw/6jfbMn3uErY/s1600/P3130389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469857135994762482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S-jWFasadPI/AAAAAAAABxw/6jfbMn3uErY/s400/P3130389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what our sweet little man totally passed out from too much fun.&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;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2046427139439502961?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2046427139439502961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2046427139439502961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2046427139439502961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2046427139439502961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-of-many.html' title='1st of many'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S-jWF52tZnI/AAAAAAAABx4/pqfOkGnbFIo/s72-c/P3130390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-6010027260058376184</id><published>2010-04-26T11:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:59:54.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click on the link and watch this short talk (about 3 mins)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages#play/all/1/CkKblIMfmjI"&gt;Testimony-of-the-Book-of-Mormon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like you own copy of the Book of Mormon to know for yourself the truthfulness of it please email me your address and I will send you a copy (&lt;a href="mailto:reinagibson@netzero.net"&gt;reinagibson@netzero.net&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the Book of Mormon is true! I know that Joesph and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; died for a the truth and I am thankful for them. I know that Jesus lives that he talks to a prophet today just like in old times. And I know that if you read the Book of Mormon with a true desire to know if it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; you too with know these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-6010027260058376184?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/6010027260058376184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=6010027260058376184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6010027260058376184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/6010027260058376184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/04/scroll-down-and-turn-off-sound.html' title='Click on the link and watch this short talk (about 3 mins)'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7845792112892375343</id><published>2010-04-12T13:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:46:31.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A month or so ago Jordan lost a tooth and the next day wanted the other loose tooth to come so he could get some more money. He asked his daddy to help and this is what happened.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OEUrEOUwI/AAAAAAAABxg/KMMeaxAsvfQ/s1600/P1290204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459352663995863810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OEUrEOUwI/AAAAAAAABxg/KMMeaxAsvfQ/s400/P1290204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st. He tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;using&lt;/span&gt; his hand. And it failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OET-lL-oI/AAAAAAAABxY/4inWSXmJHyg/s1600/P1290196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459352652054526594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OET-lL-oI/AAAAAAAABxY/4inWSXmJHyg/s400/P1290196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So he got out his tools. Jordan was not so sure about it and even said that he didn't want the money that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OETFOORLI/AAAAAAAABxQ/B_pzRrSEu10/s1600/P1290197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459352636657386674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OETFOORLI/AAAAAAAABxQ/B_pzRrSEu10/s400/P1290197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he let his daddy do it anyways. And a few seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OESmJ-LTI/AAAAAAAABxI/pUvv8H0gLkc/s1600/P1290206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459352628318055730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OESmJ-LTI/AAAAAAAABxI/pUvv8H0gLkc/s400/P1290206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OESIK7jfI/AAAAAAAABxA/NN20StHv8oA/s1600/P1290207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459352620269014514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OESIK7jfI/AAAAAAAABxA/NN20StHv8oA/s400/P1290207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my boy with two less teeth.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7845792112892375343?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7845792112892375343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7845792112892375343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7845792112892375343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7845792112892375343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/04/pulling-teeth.html' title='Pulling teeth'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S8OEUrEOUwI/AAAAAAAABxg/KMMeaxAsvfQ/s72-c/P1290204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-2875176080765668805</id><published>2010-04-09T22:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:35:23.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time out</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;a break! A nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOOOONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one. I am sick or have super bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allergies&lt;/span&gt; (can't tell) and now the baby is sick. I am talking puke &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; works and average of 78 hours a week. Yes a week. Plus has at least one church meeting to go to. I think I am going crazy or I am crazy I can't tell. So I think I might put myself in time out a long time out and I might do as my sweet little nephew Jackson does and I'll fall asleep in there.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you boss(es) will let me. They are really cute and sweet but they can also be the cause of my craziness. Maybe if I give them treats and a new movie and get the little boss to nap I will get that time out...... Time to go to Target in the morning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-2875176080765668805?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/2875176080765668805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=2875176080765668805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2875176080765668805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/2875176080765668805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-out.html' title='Time out'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-7192011042268465750</id><published>2010-03-22T16:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:54:29.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Bob was sick (a few weeks ago) he didn't sleep every well. And since I was sick myself and caring for him all day Will took the night. I woke up to find them like this:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S6gCUHx80CI/AAAAAAAABwI/J0jDgLsyMC8/s1600-h/P1170181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451609893641179170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S6gCUHx80CI/AAAAAAAABwI/J0jDgLsyMC8/s400/P1170181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sound asleep. I have no idea how Bob was sleeping like this but he slept for a good hour after I found them. I love my husband who is always thinking of me and loves our kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-7192011042268465750?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/7192011042268465750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=7192011042268465750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7192011042268465750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/7192011042268465750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleepy-boys.html' title='Sleepy boys'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S6gCUHx80CI/AAAAAAAABwI/J0jDgLsyMC8/s72-c/P1170181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-362294445552415098</id><published>2010-03-09T14:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:15:16.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A year ago</title><content type='html'>Easter is coming up fast and I was looking at pictures so I could burn them and get them off the computer (I do this every year, I just behind this year) And this is a picture of the kids from last Easter. Bob is so little. I remember making those baskets. They took forever but I think they turned out cute. I guess I should find the 4 Easter decorations I do have a put them up. I just can't believe how fast time is going by. I even registered Jordan for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;. (makes me sad and happy at the same time) He has kinder round -up in the morning. I will miss him. He told me "Don't worry I am right up the road if you miss me go in the backyard and you will see me" (We can see the school from our backyard) If only it were that easy. He will be instead not missing me while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; and I will be missing him lots and dealing with a new baby and Bob. Jordan also told me that I am the best cook and when he gets a wife they will bring their kids over to eat every day. I hope so!! I really do. I love these kids and I am getting excited to see what this little one will be like. They are all so different and fun! I love my job, just sometimes wish I got a paycheck for it! The kisses and hugs can't really buy anything. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S5a4a_xkEUI/AAAAAAAABwA/McBTntU12I0/s1600-h/P4120005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446743573286621506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S5a4a_xkEUI/AAAAAAAABwA/McBTntU12I0/s400/P4120005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-362294445552415098?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/362294445552415098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=362294445552415098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/362294445552415098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/362294445552415098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/03/year-ago.html' title='A year ago'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S5a4a_xkEUI/AAAAAAAABwA/McBTntU12I0/s72-c/P4120005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-4488871001388450090</id><published>2010-02-19T13:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:45:16.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Changes</title><content type='html'>Well I have been a HUGE ball of emotions since Christmas and have blamed it all on this darn seizure. It has been super hard not driving, having three little ones at home, being pregnant, kids getting sick and not at the same time, having a husband who works what seems like all the time! Did you catch all of that...Did you know all of that all ready :)  Okay okay Yes we are expecting baby #4 in Sept. Bob is going to be a big brother. I am not sure how it is going work but it will have to work. Jordan starts Kinder about a month before and the school is super close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason for my crazy mood swings and for the seizure is I AM PREGNANT!!!!! I am the 1 in 3 lucky women who gets seizures while pregnant I had no problems with my 1st and they started at the end of my 2nd and had my grand mal when my 2nd was 11 months was on meds for my 3rd and this baby was a total SURPRISE. And I knew I was pregnant right when I looked at the fireman and realized I had had another seizure. In my head I yelled so loud and wanted to crawl in a hole and just stay there. 1. I have no idea what I said or did and it's a little embarrassing and 2. not sure how I am going to handle 4 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I have 3 kids and I can do this and life will go on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-4488871001388450090?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/4488871001388450090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=4488871001388450090&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4488871001388450090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/4488871001388450090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-changes.html' title='Big Changes'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-382141228251970584</id><published>2010-02-04T09:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:20:29.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S2rwpWO9McI/AAAAAAAABv4/co3K5HhibIw/s1600-h/PC060122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434420493509538242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S2rwpWO9McI/AAAAAAAABv4/co3K5HhibIw/s400/PC060122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sweet little sleepy man is 16 months and went to the Doctor yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is 20 pounds 13ozs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is 29 inches tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So over all he is in the 3% for his age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has four teeth on the bottom and four on top and all his molars in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is just starting to sleep all night. (Thank goodness)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He says Dada, Mama, Jordan, Dog, what's that, Bob, Sponge bob, Papa, Nana....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is a runner and a jumper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves to give open mouth kisses to his Mommy all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so much fun and we love all love this sweet little baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;people have nothing better to do&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146532369420481278-382141228251970584?l=reinagibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/feeds/382141228251970584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146532369420481278&amp;postID=382141228251970584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/382141228251970584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146532369420481278/posts/default/382141228251970584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinagibson.blogspot.com/2010/02/16-months.html' title='16 months'/><author><name>Reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_el9aiwdao/TpywaJYSYQI/AAAAAAAACQo/KX8qqVt4Wxw/s220/IMG_2281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaTyx8kxsRg/S2rwpWO9McI/AAAAAAAABv4/co3K5HhibIw/s72-c/PC060122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
