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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcCQHgzeyp7ImA9WhRbGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:07:41.683-07:00</updated><category term="Me" /><category term="Summer" /><category term="motherhood" /><category term="Izabela" /><category term="Gluten-Free" /><category term="Party" /><category term="Avery" /><category term="Damon" /><category term="Six on Sunday" /><category term="Us Two" /><category term="My Man" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="Favorite Things" /><category term="Thanksgiving" /><category term="what's on my mind" /><category term="What's Cookin" /><category term="Take a Guess" /><category term="Halloween" /><category term="Melt My Heart" /><category term="family" /><category term="Food" /><category term="st patty's day" /><category term="sweet things" /><category term="nonsense" /><category term="Lists" /><category term="new year's" /><category term="Heart Day" /><category term="blah-gging" /><category term="Fling Before Spring Challenge" /><category term="Deep Thoughts" /><category term="Holiday" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Pinterest" /><category term="Birthday" /><category term="Girls" /><category term="The Whole Fam" /><category term="school" /><category term="weekend" /><category term="Crafty" /><category term="why i love you" /><category term="Vacations" /><category term="rain" /><category term="Out and About" /><category term="make-up" /><category term="Today I Am" /><category term="giveaway" /><category term="quotes" /><category term="Easter" /><category term="Days of Gratitude" /><title>Sweet Days of Our Lives</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>382</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/QJygy" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/qjygy" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cBQHczcSp7ImA9WhRbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-1922332285255372891</id><published>2012-02-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:24:11.989-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T13:24:11.989-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Morning Buddies</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january202012125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january202012125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, I should say they are "all day" buddies because they love playing with each other no matter the time of day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the scene most mornings while I'm getting ready. I ask Izy to &lt;i&gt;play&lt;/i&gt; with Damon while I hop into the shower. When I tell her she is in charge of Damon, her eyes just light up! She's getting to be such a big girl and she KNOWS it. She always gets him a little snack in a plastic baggy and then grabs herself a snack. She &amp;nbsp;plops herself on the couch and Damon climbs onto his train table. Together they watch Barney. Once Damon is done with his snacks he climbs off the table and usually tries to eat Izy's snack. And she lets him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She really is so sweet with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Do you think I need to paint my picture frames a different color? Is black so last season? I need suggestions!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;** The D was crooked in this picture and now it is hanging straight...&lt;i&gt;thank you very much&lt;/i&gt;!*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-1922332285255372891?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/RMtQ4cPrBt8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1922332285255372891/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=1922332285255372891" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/1922332285255372891?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/1922332285255372891?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/RMtQ4cPrBt8/morning-buddies.html" title="Morning Buddies" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2012/02/morning-buddies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHRnk4cCp7ImA9WhRUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-5480284510948102089</id><published>2012-01-29T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:45:37.738-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T21:45:37.738-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Party" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Avery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday" /><title>The Princess and the Pea Party</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Mom, today was the best day of my LIFE!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;exclaimed Avery after all her friends left her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Princess and the Pea&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;party yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hearing those words made the MANY hours spent in preparation so SO worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The idea stemmed from one of Avery's little nicknames she has had since she could talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We call her our "princess and the pea" because, um....let's just say she's &lt;u&gt;super particular&lt;/u&gt; about most things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we love that about her :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty145.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily for me (and Avery) my mom is a natural born party planner and we worked&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;together to throw this little shin dig together. My mom is over-the-top talented!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There isn't anything she can't do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had all these ideas and she brought them to life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She flew down to be here for the big day and we had the best week working side by side together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The favors:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a green gumball necklace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a set of 8 fluffy little mattresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my word.....aren't they the cutest things you have ever seen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty158.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom sewed the most darling table cloth. It looked like a bed with 6 mattresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most little girls aren't familiar with the story so we created a whimsical canopy where Clint read them the book and they LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty194.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since it was a pajama party breakfast was on the menu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;crown shaped pancakes with chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fruit skewers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yogurt parfaits&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The activities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;played "hot potato" with a Cinderella's glass slipper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;glittery tattoo's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;made princess wands and crowns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;glued strips of paper to make a pile of mattresses&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=averys6thbdayparty270-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/averys6thbdayparty270-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Avery loved every minute of it and my mom and I had so much fun planning this party.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A WIN WIN for everyone :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday my little Princess and the Pea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe my miracle baby is turning six!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-5480284510948102089?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/RXUeAwbwhNw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5480284510948102089/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=5480284510948102089" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/5480284510948102089?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/5480284510948102089?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/RXUeAwbwhNw/princess-and-pea-party.html" title="The Princess and the Pea Party" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/princess-and-pea-party.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8DQnw_eCp7ImA9WhRUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-1946895662664217278</id><published>2012-01-24T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:21:13.240-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T12:21:13.240-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><title>This is where THE change happens....</title><content type="html">Yesterday started out like every Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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RUSHED...... UNORGANIZED........FRAZZLED.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really wanted to make the early morning kick boxing class at the gym. But getting us all ready and out the door at the crack of dawn is near impossible. After realizing I'm already missing my class I started to talk myself out of going because everyone hates that girl who strolls in 15 minutes late taking up the already crowded space. But I knew I had to go, even if I was going to be&lt;i&gt; that girl. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a girl who was subbing for the instructor and she was FANTASTIC! She worked us over!! In fact, I can barely walk down the stairs today. Ouch! But she kept saying something that I can't get out of my head.&amp;nbsp;For example, she instructed us to do 20 "runner lunge then jump as high as you can in the air" moves. At 15, I was getting uncomfortable, at 10, I was about to die, and then this is what she would say:&lt;br /&gt;
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"This is where the CHANGE happens! This is where your body changes! You can do it!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It motivated me to dig deep to finish that difficult set. I really thought I couldn't do it but I did it because I do want to see a change in my body! She repeated that saying a couple different times throughout the workout when it was getting really tough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've been thinking about what she said since yesterday and realized she is so RIGHT! If we want to see change in anything in our lives than we have to get out of our comfort zones and dig a little deeper in order to see a different result!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you want a better relationship with a family member, than you need to reach out more than you have in the past or be the one to forgive even when you think you can't.&lt;br /&gt;
If you want to be a better wife, than go the extra mile in making your spouse feel special and important. More so than you have done in the past.&lt;br /&gt;
If you want to have more friends, than be the one to initiate rather than sitting back waiting for them to approach you.&lt;br /&gt;
If you want to be a better mother,&amp;nbsp;deliberately be present even if you are sacrificing other important things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have been trying to think of a word or phrase for the year as many other people have done. I think the idea is brilliant because it gives your year &lt;i&gt;a mission statement.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;One thing that you can really focus on. For me this year, I am going to focus on this statement "This is where the change happens". There are so many things in my life that I want to change in a good way for the BETTER. I am one of those people who likes to stay in my comfort zone but I know in order to make the things that I want better in my life I need to step out of that comfort zone and put more effort into it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because change for something better is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-1946895662664217278?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/JXjaaPqQbLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1946895662664217278/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=1946895662664217278" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/1946895662664217278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/1946895662664217278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/JXjaaPqQbLQ/this-is-where-change-happens.html" title="This is where THE change happens...." /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-where-change-happens.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQXk8fip7ImA9WhRVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-7865847146839766889</id><published>2012-01-18T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:55:00.776-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T11:55:00.776-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vacations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><title>8 Months and 1 Day Ago</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had one of the best days of my life!&lt;br /&gt;
For my birthday Georgia SURPRISED the heck out of me when she called and told my she&lt;br /&gt;
arranged for me to have 2 tickets to Oprah's second to last show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't understand, I LOVE Oprah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know some people don't care for her but I am a HUGE fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can remember watching her show with my mom since I was a little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been through all the weight loss journey's, set changes, and hair styles throughout the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this was so exciting to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChicagoIzys4thbday033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/ChicagoIzys4thbday033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did have one little issue.....&lt;br /&gt;
who to give the second ticket too?&lt;br /&gt;
The first person that popped into my head was obviously my mom!&lt;br /&gt;
She is just as big of a fan as I am.&lt;br /&gt;
In fact, one of our dreams was to go to Harpo Studios together for a taping of her show.&lt;br /&gt;
However, Clint really wanted to go and make a vacation out of it.&lt;br /&gt;
We never did anything fun after graduation so this was kinda like our graduation present to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
I was so torn having to pick between my mom who I love so much and my eternal companion :)&lt;br /&gt;
Well, eternity is a long time so Clint got the ticket :)&lt;br /&gt;
My mom was so sweet about it, she even flew down and stayed with the kids while we went.&lt;br /&gt;
But I really wish she could have gone too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january102012001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january102012001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why has it taken me 8 months and 1 day to record this amazing event?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In perfect "Brandy fashion" the camera situation didn't go in our favor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I brought my nice camera to Chicago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as we were leaving to the show we read in our instructions that big camera's were prohibited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the heck????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to go to the coolest event of my lifetime and I don't get to bring my nice camera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, we left our point and shoot at home so my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mom could take pics of Avery's preschool graduation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we totally missed her big day and I felt terrible about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oprah or a preschool graduation????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on the way to the show we stopped at Walgreen's and picked up a disposable camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly didn't know they were still selling them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was so annoyed knowing that I wouldn't be able to take clear, nice pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it worked out. It's better to have a picture even if it's dark and grainy than to have no picture at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then once we got home.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girls had never seen a camera like it before and had so much fun shooting pictures&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to take up all the space on the camera so I could go develop it at Costco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During their fun photo taking adventure they lost the camera!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I was seriously sick to my stomach&amp;nbsp;thinking I lost all those grainy, dark photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a couple months I finally found the camera in a play bin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phew....better late than never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january102012006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january102012006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clint had to push his way through thousands of excited women to get this shot. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;am sure no female there was slightly interested in this statue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january102012004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january102012004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We waited in the wind for hours before we were let in. It was fun to see all the news crews interviewing excited fans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january102012007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january102012007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made it in and had&amp;nbsp;FANTASTIC&amp;nbsp;seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january102012002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january102012002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every seat had a O Magazine and a box of tissues....which came in handy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january102012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january102012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My handsome date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january102012009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january102012009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The show was amazing!! Many of you probably saw the show on TV but that was the condensed version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beyonce performed twice and that girl can shake it!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jerry Seinfield stood up for 30 minutes cracking jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I thought Clint was going to pass out when he saw Michael Jordan, his idol, walk onto the stage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes were really cute together and she is SKINNY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will and Jada did a good job hosting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember when Maria Schriver walked onto the stage everyone quietly gasped because it was the day after her whole Arnold fathering the maid's child drama came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was Dakota Fanning, Gayle, Steadman, Stevie Wonder, Aretha Franklin, Tom Hanks,Alicia Keys, Tyler Perry, Kristin Chenoweth, Simon Cowell, Nate Berkus, Rosie O'Donnell, Dr. Phil, Jamie Foxx, Rascal Flatts, Halle Berry, and MADONNA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The show was amazing. Something I will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january102012005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january102012005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above the seats they put up pictures of moments from the show. Surprisingly, I had seen most of the episodes that were on display.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=january102012008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/january102012008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really was night to remember and I am so thrilled that I was able to be apart of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-7865847146839766889?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/hMp17pToi4I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7865847146839766889/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=7865847146839766889" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/7865847146839766889?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/7865847146839766889?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/hMp17pToi4I/8-months-and-1-day-ago.html" title="8 Months and 1 Day Ago" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-months-and-1-day-ago.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQEQHk8eyp7ImA9WhRVGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-2333043318918979681</id><published>2012-01-17T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T12:58:21.773-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T12:58:21.773-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nonsense" /><title>Bachelor Re-Crap</title><content type="html">Can we take a &lt;b&gt;time out&lt;/b&gt; from my usual postings about &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; and talk about &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; that needs discussing?&lt;br /&gt;
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The Bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night was episode 3 in the Caveman Bachelor Season (don't you think Ben looks like the cavemen from the Gieco commercials? eewwww.) and I can't believe how ridiculous this show is. I love it though. I am a faithful fan, don't hold it against me!! After Ashley's season I swore that I wouldn't watch Ben's season but I must admit and got sucked in thanks to all the crazies in the house! Where do they find these ladies? This show is like a really bad car crash that you just can't look away. I totally enjoy watching the Bachelor with Clint because together we have some pretty funny commentary. Do you watch this show? Does your significant other watch it with you? Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's talk about Ben first. Really?!? Are you telling me he is the MOST APPEALING MAN IN AMERICA? Ummm, no. He is so unattractive I just can't get over it! I find it so funny when the girls are like "he's so sexy". Are we really talking about the same person here? Have you seen his hair? Why does it go from bad to worse in the course of one episode. Okay looks aside, he is more boring than my statistics professor at BYU. Oh my gosh. It pains me to listen to his conversations. All I can say is SCRIPT READER.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k8UYFgb8lU/TxXRzH-O6LI/AAAAAAAADD4/DKKaOl9xA_o/s1600/ben.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k8UYFgb8lU/TxXRzH-O6LI/AAAAAAAADD4/DKKaOl9xA_o/s320/ben.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Next, let's talk about these women! Holy smokes, they are seriously from crazy town!(forgive me for not knowing all their names yet) From the chick who is a model with a weird mouth to the girl who has a lip tattoo! Crazy town...I tell you. I'm kinda bummed that the blogger didn't get a rose last week because she could have brought A LOT of drama to the house :) And the girl who admitted on national television that her bf broke up with her via text? &lt;br /&gt;
He wrote "Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you."&amp;nbsp;That was kinda sad but I still laughed about it.&lt;br /&gt;
Shouldn't Ben confess he has done the same thing to his past girlfriends? I can't imagine him having more than one girlfriend though. Oh, and the girl who is a VIP cocktail waitress? Come on....she is just wanting her 15 minutes of fame! &lt;br /&gt;
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Then those sneaky producers are at it again! To bring more pain and agony to their contestants. In this case, past contestants. We were really surprised to see Shawntel return! All I remember about her is that she was passionate about dead people and how insistent she was about having Brad lay down on her cutting table. Oooooohh, gross. I do have to had it to her. That was pretty brave of her to enter the lion's den! Those girls are mean!! And the model chick is insanely insane. and insecure. and incredibly rude. (but she makes for good tv, right?) Poor Shawntel didn't get a rose which I was kinda surprised about but I bet they date after the show is over!! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YsH136PeKc/TxXR5rvYdwI/AAAAAAAADEA/WzMMyQ7yWr8/s1600/shawntel.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YsH136PeKc/TxXR5rvYdwI/AAAAAAAADEA/WzMMyQ7yWr8/s1600/shawntel.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The show is going to my old stomping grounds next week...can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;
Let the craziness continue........&lt;br /&gt;
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Please chime in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-2333043318918979681?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/oAi1I9jjYKw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2333043318918979681/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=2333043318918979681" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/2333043318918979681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/2333043318918979681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/oAi1I9jjYKw/bachelor-re-crap.html" title="Bachelor Re-Crap" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k8UYFgb8lU/TxXRzH-O6LI/AAAAAAAADD4/DKKaOl9xA_o/s72-c/ben.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/bachelor-re-crap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQHw5cSp7ImA9WhRVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-4395698555992621850</id><published>2012-01-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:46:41.229-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T14:46:41.229-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Damon" /><title>There is no stopping this kid.....</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now HE is the boss of ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coach D figured out to put on foot in front of the other and balance at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had been working on it for awhile so we knew it was close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clint and I sat a few feet from each other with marshmallows in our mouth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to&amp;nbsp;entice&amp;nbsp;his little legs to walk towards us. And it worked!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yes, I feed my children like a mama bird would feed her babies. I love it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, he would go from one mouth to get a marshmallow to the next mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so cute and he had his cheering section on the sidelines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't have my camera handy and I didn't want to miss out on any of the action so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a couple days later Izy and I tried to "reenact" the scene using the self timer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heaven help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some cute shots we got with the little patience I was having with the whole situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting a baby to do what you want when the timer is supposed to go off is near impossible :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=walking2011029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/walking2011029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aww, he is my little crush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe how big he is getting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone PLEASE stop the clock from ticking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-4395698555992621850?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/7IG8UEh0uH0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4395698555992621850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=4395698555992621850" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/4395698555992621850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/4395698555992621850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/7IG8UEh0uH0/there-is-no-stopping-this-kid.html" title="There is no stopping this kid....." /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-is-no-stopping-this-kid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcFQn46eip7ImA9WhRWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-3980345337986499796</id><published>2012-01-05T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:23:33.012-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T18:23:33.012-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year's" /><title>Ringing in the New Year</title><content type="html">Photo taken January 1, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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If this picture is any indication about what is in store for me in 2012.......I'm STOKED!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dec2011445.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/dec2011445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If so, I picture some down time with good friends while relaxing poolside as the pool boy delivers me bottomless diet coke's! A girl can dream right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Last weekend my darling bestie Georgia came to town for business from Cali. Her "business" requires her to stay at fancy schmancy resorts, live it up at fun parties while wearing sequin pants (I saw them and they are amazing), and this time around, attending the Fiesta Bowl. Amazing life that girl has.&lt;br /&gt;
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After church we headed to the resort to get some loves from Auntie Georgia. The girls think she is the coolest person ever! Because she is. After we got a bite to eat, we headed to the pool! It was fantastic. Nothing like swimming on the First of January! Well, the kids and Clint swam. Georgia and I just so happened to "forget" our swimming suits....&lt;br /&gt;
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I live in AZ and now that I have seen a Scottsdale resort, I now know why people come here to stay. It's not just for the weather :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks Georgia for squeezing us in! We loved spending the afternoon with you! Love you.&lt;br /&gt;
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In &lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;, I went into a deep depression because we had just returned from our Christmas vacation and I went through friend and family withdraws. In the middle of the month we had Clint's parents and his sister's family in town so that made my mood happy again. They came from snow and freezing&amp;nbsp;temp's so we spent much of out time enjoying the beautiful weather. Our&lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/02/five.html"&gt; little miracle baby turned 5&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;, we loved on this little guy every chance we got. He was such a happy baby. I wrote a few things we loved about Coach D&lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/02/five.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. My bestie Georgia came to town for work so we caught up with life over dinner. I cherish the time we get to spend together in person since we only get to see each other every now and then. &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/02/hanging-hearts.html"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/a&gt; was a hit.&amp;nbsp;I tried really hard to get caught up with Avery and Izy's scrapbook but failed. Hopefully this year.&amp;nbsp;Fruity Pebbles and Cocoa Pebbles became gluten free. Breakfast's got a little easier and yummier.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girls hosted many tea parties with their furry friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Avery rode her bikes in style. She cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;
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In &lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt;, I loved on Damon some more. The most exciting thing that happened all month was that we finally got rid of our NASTY, old, ugly, despised green couch that I couldn't stand and replaced them with gorgeous leather couches. It was one of the happiest days of my life :) Went on a few lunch dates with the hubby. &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-best-friend.html"&gt;Invited my best friend over a few times for a cleaner house.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;And hurt my foot while trying to loose my gross baby weight. I felt defeated.&lt;br /&gt;
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In&lt;b&gt; April&lt;/b&gt;, my mom and cousin Brea came for a visit and &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/04/will-work-for-food.html"&gt;I put my mom right to work&lt;/a&gt; :) Our favorite movie of all time, Tangled, went on sale and we snagged it the first day. That movie was played over and over and over again to the point the girls know every word to the movie. I went on a cooking dinner strike so we ordered take out more than we ever had before. I also discovered my new favorite Mexican place, Tia Rosa's.&lt;br /&gt;
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In &lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;, we&lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/06/c-h-i-c-g-o.html"&gt; visited a city I had never been before&lt;/a&gt;, was in the audience for one of Oprah's last show, &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-little-world-turned-upside-down.html"&gt;had the worst 4 days of my life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;never been more grateful to my Heavenly Father, said good-bye to the best year of Joy School with Izy's friends&lt;br /&gt;
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Started up swimming lessons again. Oh man, it was drama with Izy everyday for 3 months straight. SHe cried the entire class time because she was so afraid of the water. Finally, by the end of July she started to like it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Little Izy Bizy turned four.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned thirty something :)&lt;br /&gt;
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And it seems with my new 30 something age, I have forgotten how to spell. (proof in the picture below :)&lt;br /&gt;
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My best friend Melinda flew down to boost my spirits after Clint's ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;
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In&lt;b&gt; June&lt;/b&gt;, Clint and I remembered how easy life was when you only have one child. The girls spent the month with family out of town so we could recuperate. We took a day trip to Sedona.&amp;nbsp;Ate lots of chips and salsa. I got my hair&amp;nbsp;highlighted...the first time in 6 years. It was a huge deal because I am the queen of hair color horror stories. But it turned out good...phew.&amp;nbsp;The girls performed for the first time on stage.&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=June52011083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/June52011083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Izy's first stick figure. Oh my word, it is the cutest thing you have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Decided that Damon is the worst travel companion. He made the trip to St. George almost unbearable from his constant eating (we had to stop the car every 30 minutes) and his crying. He doesn't like road trips.&lt;br /&gt;
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I participated in a fundraiser for a lady who got attacked by a bear in our ward. It was a great effort by many and I was glad to be apart of it. I made rainbow cupcakes to sale.&lt;br /&gt;
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The return of Izy's "Ellie" who had been missing for weeks. Talk about one happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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In &lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;, I wished I was anywhere but the scolding oven of Arizona. The heat was obnoxious this year. We swam a lot. I cursed every day for having to be Clint's personal driver while dragging three kids in tow. Spent each Friday morning in a cool movie theater with the kids. Introduced myself to ZUMBA. I'm a huge fan.&lt;br /&gt;
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This picture is deceiving because this hair style is the source of much contention in our home. The girls&amp;nbsp;absolutely HATE their hair in a bun but I&amp;nbsp;absolutely love it. So on this day I won.&lt;br /&gt;
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In &lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/10/trip-back-home.html"&gt;Chris and Audrey got married&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;which lead me back home to family and good friends. My baby &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/09/coach-d-had-birthday.html"&gt;turned one&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I got a lot more free time due to the co-op group I put together. Relieved that my relief society lesson on the Law of Chastity was over :) Went and saw The Help with friends. I think that was my favorite movie of the year. Avery and I went on a mommy-daughter date to the mall to pick out new clothes for school. The whole time I couldn't believe Avery was about to hit the biggest milestone in her life so far. She was the prettiest little&amp;nbsp;Kindergartner that day. And I cried like a blubbering baby. Yes, I'm one of those mom's.&lt;br /&gt;
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In&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;, Avery got to bring home the coveted classroom elephant, Teenie. You would have thought she won the lottery she was that excited. Teenie lived with us for a day and became part of the family. We started soccer and it ruled our lives. The schedule was too hectic for me but they loved every second of it. Revenge has become our most favorite TV show. After a lot of thought, Clint started his own law firm and Damon loves to visit Dad at work. I got to help in Avery's classroom for the first time and it was like a dream come true for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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In &lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;, we found ourselves back &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/farewell-october.html"&gt;in Utah for fall break&lt;/a&gt; surrounded by the ones we love. My sister in law introduced me to &amp;nbsp;The Sweet Tooth Fairy bakery and I crave it everyday. I discovered Pinterest and become quickly addicted. Halloween did not&amp;nbsp;disappoint. We went to the zoo one last time before our membership expired so the riding the camels was a must. I really loved October this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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In&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;, I went to Time Out for Women with my good friend Erica. It was a great weekend.&amp;nbsp;Definitely, the time out I needed. During one of our lunch breaks we ate at the cutest little place, The Arrogant Butcher. As I was driving home from TOFW&amp;nbsp;I accidently rear ended a car. My anger towards myself lasted for DAYS afterwards. Clint celebrated his birthday, it was pretty low key. Next year will be much better. Gave thanks with friends and came up with the &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-thankful-tree.html"&gt;best thankful tree&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We had a lot to be grateful for this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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In &lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;, Damon was into everything. The toilet water, the toilet paper, sock drawers, tupperware drawers, my make-up cupboard. He keeps all of us busy chasing him around. Came to terms that even though I've lived here for a year and a half I still don't feel like I fit here. Had the &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-happenings.html"&gt;best Christmas&lt;/a&gt; to date. It was full of miracles. Clint and I celebrated another anniversary with Tom Cruise! Love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;
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So 2011, you were really good to us. Can't wait to see what is in store for 2012!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-7947522222940555333?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/5Fx1Ou_97l0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7947522222940555333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=7947522222940555333" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/7947522222940555333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/7947522222940555333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/5Fx1Ou_97l0/2011.html" title="2011...." /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAFSH4_fCp7ImA9WhRWFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-8651301343182627822</id><published>2012-01-01T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:15:19.044-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T21:15:19.044-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Christmas Eve 2011</title><content type="html">Christmas Eve is my first favorite holiday of the year with Christmas Day as a close second. Every year my mom hosts a Christmas Eve dinner that always provides amazing food and fun traditions. We stuff ourselves, act out the nativity, play the&amp;nbsp;ridiculous but favorite "The Right Left Game", and open sibling and cousin gifts.&lt;br /&gt;
This was the first year in 20 years that my mom didn't have Christmas Eve at her house because she was with US! I felt kinda guilty but I'm over it :) It was sweet&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;all of my brothers and their families made mention how Christmas Eve didn't really feel like it because we weren't together at my mom's house.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though we didn't dine on mom's cute Christmas china or have the cousins to play around with, it still felt like Christmas Eve to me. I think it was because my mom was with us. We absolutely loved having her here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being how my kids physically can't stay up past 7:00 p.m. we had to start the party EARLY!&lt;br /&gt;
After having a pretty simple yet delicious Mexican dinner we sat down to do the "spiritual part" of the evening. Instead of reading the short and sweet Luke 2, I got this brilliant idea to read an 8 page outline that was the relief society lesson the week before. It was beautifully written with 8 Christmas songs interjected throughout. I thought for sure the Christmas spirit would be oozing out of my family. What a joke! It was totally my fault. For their age and attentions span they need simple and SHORT. (But I'm saving this outline to use when they are older and can understand it :) The girls were so hyper and excited that they couldn't contain it. So we bagged it and turned on Youtube to watch the video of Silent Night by David Archuleta. It actually turned out to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
Then onto the fun and riveting game (you catch my sarcasm, right?) of "The Right-Left game". It goes a little something like this...."Mrs. Wright (pass the present to the person on your right) said to Mr. Wright (again) I left (pass the gift to the person on your left) the key RIGHT (again) where you LEFT it (again.) You get the idea....for like 16 paragraphs! We have been doing it for years and as much grief as my brother's give to my mom about how dumb it is, they really do love it.&lt;br /&gt;
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(stupid vacuum)&lt;br /&gt;
Making our delicious &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-festivities.html"&gt;HUGS&lt;/a&gt; for Santa......&lt;br /&gt;
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We read this poem right before bed. A new family tradition.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's Christmas Eve, time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;
But not an eye will close.&lt;br /&gt;
Too much excitement in the air,&lt;br /&gt;
To let you even doze.&lt;br /&gt;
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So make a magic potion&lt;br /&gt;
To help you fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
Then Santa and hos helpers&lt;br /&gt;
can down the chimney creep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pour this cocoa in a mug&lt;br /&gt;
and with hot water mix.&lt;br /&gt;
Then drop in the magic bell, (a Butterfinger bell)&lt;br /&gt;
and stir with a candy stick. (candy cane)&lt;br /&gt;
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Add a few marshmallows,&lt;br /&gt;
and sip it slowly down.&lt;br /&gt;
Crawl into bed and snuggle in-&lt;br /&gt;
The "magic sleep" will come around!&lt;br /&gt;
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Drinking our Magic Sleeping Potion.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving Santa his traditional bottle of Coke (Santa hates milk :) and yummy goodies for the&amp;nbsp;reindeer. We sprinkled our reindeer sparkle dust on the grass and tracked Santa's location on the Nordac website. When they went&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;bed Santa was last seen in Brazil. On a map to a child, Brazil looks pretty close to home so Izy started screaming "Santa is almost here..I got to go to sleep RIGHT NOW." And off they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Santa's helpers got to work! Wrapping last minute gifts and putting together the BIG stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas Eve 2011....you were so much fun this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-8651301343182627822?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/k1YDciCYC_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8651301343182627822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=8651301343182627822" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/8651301343182627822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/8651301343182627822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/k1YDciCYC_A/christmas-eve-2011.html" title="Christmas Eve 2011" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-eve-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08DSHwzfip7ImA9WhRWFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-8707664384310207198</id><published>2011-12-31T23:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:44:39.286-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T20:44:39.286-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Flixie</title><content type="html">Each morning as I laid in bed I could tell the exact moment the girls had discovered Flixie's new location by the squeals and giggles that followed. We have had a ball with our little elf this year. Oh, did you notice that he is a little chubbier than all those other elves out there? I like to call him our Biggest Loser elf. Never mind his size, he got the job DONE! He brought his Christmas magic into our house each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are all going through Flixie&amp;nbsp;withdraws....can't wait for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-8707664384310207198?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/VagzCuWMZCM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8707664384310207198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=8707664384310207198" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/8707664384310207198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/8707664384310207198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/VagzCuWMZCM/flixie.html" title="Flixie" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/flixie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIFQHgzfyp7ImA9WhRWE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-3183936863611073129</id><published>2011-12-31T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:41:51.687-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-31T22:41:51.687-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>believe</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had been anticipating this Christmas surprise since August when I bought our tickets to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;POLAR EXPRESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=polarexpress2011034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/polarexpress2011034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was shaping up to be a typical normal Saturday morning when to their surprise I asked them to open up 2 presents! They were a bit confused but was delighted to rip into their packages. The presents were from my mom who gave the kids the most darling pajamas, fuzzy slippers, and made them each a cozy robe. We told the kids we were going to get dressed in our pj's and take a special trip. They were&amp;nbsp;ecstatic!! They had no idea where we were headed but their excitement level was through the roof. In less than 30 minutes we were all buckled in and headed 3 hours north to the "North Pole". While in the car I read them the Polar Express book and then broke the news that we were on our way to see Santa!! They screamed and squealed! Nothing is more heartwarming than seeing pure joy in your children's eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, our trip was cut short due to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The weather turned bad to worse in minutes and the freeway shut down. We were all heart broken knowing that we missed or&amp;nbsp;boarding&amp;nbsp;time and wouldn't be seeing Santa. Luckily, they let us reschedule for another day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seeing the most gorgeous sunset on our way home ALMOST made the trip worth it. Okay, not really. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So a week later we packed up the car AGAIN (with a little less&amp;nbsp;anticipation) and made our way to Williams, AZ (aka North Pole).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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The train ride was magical. We drank hot chocolate, nibbled on delicious cookies while singing all the classic Christmas songs as the train chugged along. Then it was the moment we had all been waiting for. After we chanted "Santa, Santa, Santa" for a few minutes, the big guy entered our car and the place went nuts! He stopped and visited with each child for a few minutes and then handed them a big silver bell. Avery and Izy were&amp;nbsp;mesmerized! It was way better than the mall Santa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until next year.......may we always be&lt;i&gt; believers&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-3183936863611073129?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/Z9r_pSABEGg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3183936863611073129/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=3183936863611073129" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/3183936863611073129?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/3183936863611073129?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/Z9r_pSABEGg/believe.html" title="believe" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/believe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHSXY-fCp7ImA9WhRXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-5181548278279773466</id><published>2011-12-25T23:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:42:18.854-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-26T14:42:18.854-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>December Happenings</title><content type="html">Well, Christmas came and is almost gone. Sad. It has been one of the best Christmas season's I have ever had. The kids excitement is so contagious! They love everything about Christmas. The lights, the tree, the Christmas stories, hot chocolate every night, completing our advent calendar! We have made many memories this year and here are a few of the many pictures from December......(fyi....lots of photos ahead!)&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom was planning on spending Christmas with us but she surprised us a few days early! The doorbell rang and Izy answered the door, "Grandma"? We both stood there with our mouths wide open as we were shocked to see her! My first thought was "glad I made my bed today :)" It made my day. Life has been pretty hard lately and there is nothing like a "mom hug" to make things seem a little brighter! Her main reason for coming early was so that she could see the girls singing performance. Which they rocked it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my favorite things about Christmas time is receiving cards from our friends and family. It's such a pleasant detour from the mundane everyday mail.&lt;br /&gt;
We display all of our cards in the kitchen. I love having all those faces I love so much staring at me while I do dishes :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Another tradition that we look forward to is baking treats to deliver to our friends. This year the lucky recipients received my mother's famous poppy seed bread. It's heavenly. I think I've eaten 5 loaves all by myself this week.&lt;br /&gt;
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This time around was perfect because my little helpers did all the grunt work for me while I sipped on my Thirstbuster and jammed out to Justin Bieber's "Under the&amp;nbsp;Mistletoe".&lt;br /&gt;
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Avery and Grandma made the cutest little Santa pretzels for all of her classmates. She proudly handed each one of them out!&lt;br /&gt;
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Her teacher gift was so dang cute this year...if I do say so myself :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Our little Christmas angels.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few nights ago we set out in our pajamas in search of the best decorated house! This is our 4th year doing this tradition and we LOVE it. The gift that we gave to the winner was a darling snow globe and cookie mix. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=239.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
After driving around for 2 hours this was the house that got our vote!! The picture does not do it justice, it really was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;
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Awww.....the temple lights. It wouldn't be Christmas without a visit to the temple. We went with a few other families and it was so much fun. Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to take a picture of this tour bus shuttling people to the temple!! Ha.Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a Utah native, I couldn't get over the fact that you can have Christmas lights wrapped around flower bushes! Oh, how I love the desert!&lt;br /&gt;
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Part 2 coming tomorrow..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-5181548278279773466?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/_PwhzH-q5Fc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5181548278279773466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=5181548278279773466" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/5181548278279773466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/5181548278279773466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/_PwhzH-q5Fc/december-happenings.html" title="December Happenings" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-happenings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4HRXk_cCp7ImA9WhRQGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-6627132749091673839</id><published>2011-12-13T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:02:14.748-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T12:02:14.748-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Getting Into The Christmas Spirit</title><content type="html">When I saw the Fed Ex man leaving me 3 giant boxes from my mom on the doorstep&amp;nbsp;I got a lump in my throat&amp;nbsp;for 2 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;
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ONE: I knew if it was from my mom that it must be something special.&lt;br /&gt;
TWO: because I miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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She sent us the most darling advent calendar. Isn't it the cutest thing you have ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dec12011079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/dec12011079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Each day has a fun activity for our family to do together. It has really brought the Christmas spirit into our home. I can't even imagine how many hours she spent preparing this &lt;i&gt;amazingness&lt;/i&gt; for my family and my brother's families.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dec12011088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/dec12011088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On the First Day of December she sent each of the kids their own tree to decorate! The girls had a blast hanging each unique ornament onto their own tree.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dec12011113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/dec12011113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We even skyped Grandma so she could watch the decorating take place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dec12011115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/dec12011115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now the beautifully decorated trees sit as our centerpiece for the table and I love looking at them all day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you mom for putting together the most thoughtful and creative gift for us. We all get excited to see what you have planned for us each day. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-6627132749091673839?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/QBf3TJ0sEmo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6627132749091673839/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=6627132749091673839" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/6627132749091673839?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/6627132749091673839?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/QBf3TJ0sEmo/getting-into-christmas-spirit.html" title="Getting Into The Christmas Spirit" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/getting-into-christmas-spirit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEHRHo_cCp7ImA9WhRQEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-2595129274149702244</id><published>2011-12-04T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:23:55.448-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T22:23:55.448-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Damon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Man" /><title>A Sequence of Birthday Events</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dec12011047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/dec12011047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Timer taking the traditional family shot with the birthday boy. This boy is the one who has hair :)&lt;br /&gt;
Mom returns to the other side of the camera (and judging from that picture that is where I should stay! Geez, I look tired) to capture the "blowing out the candles" shot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Singing...."&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday to you.......&lt;/i&gt;" singing.......&lt;br /&gt;
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Avery shows everyone how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oops you missed one!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dad thinks it's a good idea to show Damon the flame up close.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dec12011060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/dec12011060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damon thinks it's a good idea to touch the flame. Mom is screaming from behind the camera "Nooooooo".&lt;br /&gt;
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Reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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oh phew, he didn't touch it. Avery keeping his right arm locked down. That-a-girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dec12011067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/dec12011067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh wait, he's smart and uses his OTHER hand to touch the flame.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dec12011068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/dec12011068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you mess with fire someone always gets burned but it shouldn't be the BABY!&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, he was just fine when I started scooping Butterfinger ice cream into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Birthday Honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-2595129274149702244?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/kIAtLbKE8GA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2595129274149702244/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=2595129274149702244" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/2595129274149702244?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/2595129274149702244?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/kIAtLbKE8GA/sequence-of-birthday-events.html" title="A Sequence of Birthday Events" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/sequence-of-birthday-events.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHQ3w8fSp7ImA9WhRRFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-7256059716164808194</id><published>2011-11-28T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:50:32.275-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T16:50:32.275-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>We have a visitor!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elf023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/elf023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning our little elf arrived to our house!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is his first year visiting and we are so happy to have him around. Mom is especially happy to have a helper who will help enforce good behavior. I have already said a dozen times "watch what you are saying...the elf is listening." and just like that they return to their angelic self. I want to kiss the person who thought of this brilliant idea!&lt;br /&gt;
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He was so thoughtful by laying out a cheerful spread for breakfast. Frothy hot chocolate, gooey cinnamon rolls, and gluten free chocolate donuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Talk about a sugar high.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He left each kid a personal note and a beautiful ornament. I hope they take it to heart, especially Damon :)&lt;br /&gt;
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While we ate breakfast we brainstormed about a name. Talk about pressure! I felt as though we were naming one of our children. Dad came up with Ryan or Matt. &lt;i&gt;Um, no.&lt;/i&gt; I thought of Twinkle but Avery came up with the name Flixie (rhyming with Pixie). When she said it we all voted and it was unanimous! Flixie it is! Isn't that such a cute elf name? I have to document his name just in case I forget next year :&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks to Pinterest we have so many creative ideas on where to hide Flixie.&lt;br /&gt;
We just have to remember to it every night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-7256059716164808194?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/rucGCRHpEjA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7256059716164808194/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=7256059716164808194" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/7256059716164808194?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/7256059716164808194?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/rucGCRHpEjA/we-have-visitor.html" title="We have a visitor!" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-have-visitor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GSHg7fyp7ImA9WhRREkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-7094964687931728261</id><published>2011-11-24T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T03:27:09.607-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T03:27:09.607-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><title>Full of Thanks</title><content type="html">fresh starts. brain&amp;nbsp;surgeons&amp;nbsp;who know what they are doing. &amp;nbsp;eskimo kisses from my girls. &amp;nbsp;binki's. &amp;nbsp;online banking. &amp;nbsp;my Project Life books. &amp;nbsp;the camera that captures our life. &amp;nbsp;airplanes. &amp;nbsp;a handwritten letter sent in the mail. &amp;nbsp;my Clarasonic Mia face&amp;nbsp;scrubber. &amp;nbsp;pinterest. &amp;nbsp;seeing Oprah Winfrey wear her beautiful purple dress on her last show. &amp;nbsp;supportive parents. &amp;nbsp;miracles. &amp;nbsp;the opportunity to teach in Relief Society. &amp;nbsp;my babysitting co-op group. &amp;nbsp;arizona sunsets. &amp;nbsp;seeing my kids smile when they know they have done something right. &amp;nbsp;friends who love me for ME. &amp;nbsp;thoughtful texts. &amp;nbsp;conversations with my brother's. &amp;nbsp;sleepytime herbal tea. &amp;nbsp;laura mercier tinted moisturizer. &amp;nbsp;running shoes. &amp;nbsp;listening to the sweetest prayers given by Avery and Izy. &amp;nbsp;holding hands. &amp;nbsp;lunch dates with Clint. &amp;nbsp;avery's school teacher. &amp;nbsp;paper plates. &amp;nbsp;temples. &amp;nbsp;skype. &amp;nbsp;damon's bedtime routine when he snuggles into me as i rock him to sleep. &amp;nbsp;Gossip Girl. &amp;nbsp;Revenge. &amp;nbsp;Amazing Race. &amp;nbsp;my faith. &lt;br /&gt;
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but most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;
this crew.... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of Thanks&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/11/full-of-thanks.html"&gt;2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-7094964687931728261?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/2-gKuYqFqEQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7094964687931728261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=7094964687931728261" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/7094964687931728261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/7094964687931728261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/2-gKuYqFqEQ/2011.html" title="Full of Thanks" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHRnc9eSp7ImA9WhRREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-2973683600607897576</id><published>2011-11-24T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:52:17.961-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-24T19:52:17.961-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><title>FHE Thanksgiving Traditions</title><content type="html">We started this Thanksgiving tradition a few years ago and it is one that we all look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the Sunday before Thanksgiving I make a loaves of pumpkin chocolate chip bread. &lt;i&gt;Yum, my favorite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;While the bread is cooling, everyone in the family thinks of 2 people they are thankful for and then we make a little card expressing our thanks for them. This was the first year that I didn't have to help my girls think of someone. They both knew exactly who they wanted to give their bread to. Right off the bat they both rattled off the names of their school and church teachers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought it couldn't be more fitting. Their teachers love them so much and they&lt;i&gt; feel &lt;/i&gt;it. They know they are important to them. I'm also so thankful for their teachers. I feel like we really lucked out this year. These amazing women spend so much of their time benefiting my children spiritually and intellectually.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next night for FHE we deliver the bread and the homemade card to &lt;i&gt;our chosen ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the car ride over the were both rehearsing what they were going to say with such&amp;nbsp;exuberance! "Mrs. Nikki...I just love you SOOOO much..." or "Sister Witbeck...I'm SOOOOOOO thankful for you....". Before the car has even stopped they are rushing to get out of their seat belts. As soon as the car breaks they bolt to the door. Excitedly, they started knocking, ringing the doorbell, knocking again....as soon as the door opens.SILENCE. The both got so shy. Lol. They are such big talkers :)&lt;br /&gt;
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We are fortunate to have so many good people in our lives. So many people who care for us and those who serve us. This Thanksgiving we are thoughtful of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-2973683600607897576?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/aTjBlDQmKuE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2973683600607897576/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=2973683600607897576" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/2973683600607897576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/2973683600607897576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/aTjBlDQmKuE/fhe-thanksgiving-traditions.html" title="FHE Thanksgiving Traditions" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/fhe-thanksgiving-traditions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMQH4-cSp7ImA9WhRREE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-530781318326987671</id><published>2011-11-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:56:21.059-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T22:56:21.059-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pinterest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><title>Thanksgiving Pinspiration</title><content type="html">I'm one of those people who look forward to Thanksgiving. I get sad when people forget about it and go straight to Christmas. I refuse to hang up any red or green decorations or listen to Christmas music until Black Friday. Speaking of Black Friday....is anyone going? What are you buying this year?&lt;br /&gt;
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Wait....we are focusing on Thanksgiving....see how easy it is to jump to Christmas?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Turkey Day is laced with rich traditions and delicious food. Can't get any better than that!&amp;nbsp;I know Thanksgiving is in just 2 days but I wanted to share a few pins that caught my eye for the holiday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Walls adorned with these masterpieces:  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/31314159878684059/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/31314159878684059_Kc3VEvOh_c.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://naptimedecorator.blogspot.com/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;naptimedecorator.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/brandy1/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/31314159878691466/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/31314159878691466_mV5XVcAC_c.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.bedifferentactnormal.com/2011/11/fall-tree-crafts-for-kids-fall-trees.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+BeDifferentactNormal+%28Be+Different...Act+Normal%29" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;bedifferentactnormal.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/brandy1/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sprucing up my living room with this perfect fall pillow:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/31314159878691468/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/31314159878691468_bVau0Ti3_c.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://blogs.babble.com/the-new-home-ec/2011/09/07/22-fabulous-fall-craft-tutorials/?pid=1826#slideshow" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;blogs.babble.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/brandy1/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This website has a lot of fun crafts and games to keep the kids busy while you are stuffing the turkey or marshmallowing your sweet potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/31314159878691463/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/31314159878691463_KvV7M7bK_c.jpg" width="554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://katherinemariephotography.com/blog/archives/7375/copyright-r-554" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;katherinemariephotography.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/brandy1/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I can't wait to incorporate this new tradition! You have your guests submit something they are grateful for. Type them up and roll into the rolls. Then you guess who is grateful for what! So creative.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/31314159878588669/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="369" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/31314159878588669_vzONsTt4_c.jpg" width="554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://beautyandbedlam.com/thanksgiving-food-tradition-gratitude/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;beautyandbedlam.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/brandy1/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I won't be making this recipe but what a great idea! A cinnamon roll crust for apple pie. Sounds delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/31314159878685906/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="334" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/31314159878685906_vkTzslqG_c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://taste-for-adventure.tablespoon.com/2011/11/17/sweet-potato-pie-with-cinnamon-roll-crust/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;taste-for-adventure.tablespoon.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/brandy1/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to attempt this little project tomorrow. I think the girls will love this! You "stuff" the turkey with surprises and they get to open it at the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/31314159878589097/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/31314159878589097_U8xw7iNz_c.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://onecharmingparty.com/2010/11/02/the-kids-table-paper-bag-turkey/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OneCharmingParty+%28One+Charming+Party%29" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;onecharmingparty.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/brandy1/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And after we have stuffed our face, we will sharpen our pencils and go on a scavenger hunt!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/31314159878685887/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/31314159878685887_oj1e2tjj_c.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/printables/thanksgiving-scavenger-hunt-793725/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;familyfun.go.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/brandy1/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-530781318326987671?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/VvCrRDKXQ1s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/530781318326987671/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=530781318326987671" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/530781318326987671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/530781318326987671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/VvCrRDKXQ1s/thanksgiving-pinspiration.html" title="Thanksgiving Pinspiration" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-pinspiration.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENRXs5fyp7ImA9WhRSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-4621534274642160573</id><published>2011-11-21T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:18:14.527-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T13:18:14.527-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motherhood" /><title>When did this happen?</title><content type="html">It's on days like today when I think to myself:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Whoa, I have a full functioning household. Look at all that food!"&lt;br /&gt;
"When did Avery get so big that she is rockin those knee high boots?" (so much so that they are&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;worn out but she doesn't care.)&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes, 6 boxes of cereal should last us through this week?"&lt;br /&gt;
What? It used to be 2 boxes were plenty.&lt;br /&gt;
"Holy junk food! Oh wait, there's a box of applesauce, phew."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nov19114.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/nov19114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-4621534274642160573?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/WFmFOEvvoeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4621534274642160573/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=4621534274642160573" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/4621534274642160573?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/4621534274642160573?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/WFmFOEvvoeY/when-did-this-happen.html" title="When did this happen?" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-did-this-happen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFQX04fyp7ImA9WhRSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-5808925025057339324</id><published>2011-11-18T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:01:50.337-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T12:01:50.337-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><title>Last Chance</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally made the 45 minute trip to crazy town.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm talking about Last Chance.&lt;br /&gt;
Now I am KICKING myself for not going sooner.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's one of Arizona's little GEMS.&lt;br /&gt;
It's the &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; store in the country that houses all of Nordstrom's rejects/returns&lt;br /&gt;
at ridiculously cheap prices.&lt;br /&gt;
I mean ridiculous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nov19121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/nov19121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the scene at 9:50 am (ten minutes before opening).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like Black Friday every single day of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the caging area where everyone's anxiety grows with each passing second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is also in this area that the RULES are read by an employee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, grown women are told:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No shoving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No grabbing items out of people's hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 10:00 sharp the doors open and it is&amp;nbsp;pandemonium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After 45 minutes of pure stress these are the prizes I won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nov152011046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/Nov152011046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna drop a few names here....&lt;i&gt;Tom's&lt;/i&gt;.....&lt;i&gt;Cole Haan.&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all for the glorious price of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$76.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm already planning my next trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-5808925025057339324?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/gPYWcU1Y-f0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5808925025057339324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=5808925025057339324" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/5808925025057339324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/5808925025057339324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/gPYWcU1Y-f0/last-chance.html" title="Last Chance" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-chance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08AR34-eSp7ImA9WhRSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-4728465898754807859</id><published>2011-11-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:44:06.051-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T09:44:06.051-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Damon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><title>I should have known better...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nov152011044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/Nov152011044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damon just can't resist the sound of ripping paper :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(In case you can't see...I love Avery's leaf that says "Bicribs" aka Back Rubs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-4728465898754807859?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/TD4QJFW6xK4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4728465898754807859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=4728465898754807859" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/4728465898754807859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/4728465898754807859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/TD4QJFW6xK4/i-should-have-known-better.html" title="I should have known better..." /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-should-have-known-better.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YEQHo_cCp7ImA9WhRSE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-2050727676699470457</id><published>2011-11-15T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:18:21.448-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T11:18:21.448-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><title>Our Thankful Tree</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nov152011037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/Nov152011037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nov152011043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/Nov152011043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nov152011042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/Nov152011042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nov152011040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff355/Brandyd_01/Nov152011040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We made our Thankful Tree last night and it was so fun. I gave a brief run-down about Thanksgiving and then asked the girls what they were thankful for. Some of their answers made me laugh, so made me think "man, my kids are getting so big", and others made me teary-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My favorite one that Avery came up with was gluten free foods. I think it's so cute she appreciates that.&lt;br /&gt;
Izy made me laugh because the first 7 leaves she filled out had to do with her friends. She sure loves her little buddies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We really do have so much to be thankful for this season.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-2050727676699470457?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/egPoOODNJ_E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2050727676699470457/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=2050727676699470457" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/2050727676699470457?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/2050727676699470457?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/egPoOODNJ_E/our-thankful-tree.html" title="Our Thankful Tree" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-thankful-tree.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDQ3o8fip7ImA9WhRTGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-6502859507487228327</id><published>2011-11-08T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:01:12.476-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T19:01:12.476-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Days of Gratitude" /><title>two</title><content type="html">i am&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt; thankful&lt;/span&gt; for gorgeous sunrises.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not only does Arizona give us breath taking sunsets every night but the sunrises are simply spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/S4eGV9n20JvTsLfYooUNSg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="427" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uoS7FDu9-yA/TrGCN-ILvVI/AAAAAAAAC74/22z4j7-K2PY/s640/Halloween%2525202011%252520105.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The picture below was taken from my old bedroom window at my mom's house in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
I remember when I lived there watching the sun rise was my favorite part of the day. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NdjstH1t0y_OfeO50iIkuQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="427" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VahjKzMAHDg/ToOazg7UOdI/AAAAAAAAC3A/kr-FGQG4UWE/s640/Damon%252527s%252520Bday%252520Utah%252520170.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D &amp;amp; C: 14:9&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Behold, I am Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God, who created the heavens and the earth, a light which cannot be hid in darkness;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-6502859507487228327?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/qLeen67kf1U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6502859507487228327/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=6502859507487228327" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/6502859507487228327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/6502859507487228327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/qLeen67kf1U/two.html" title="two" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uoS7FDu9-yA/TrGCN-ILvVI/AAAAAAAAC74/22z4j7-K2PY/s72-c/Halloween%2525202011%252520105.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/two.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMBRHs4fip7ImA9WhRTGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-1938576007635235445</id><published>2011-11-07T17:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:07:35.536-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T19:07:35.536-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Days of Gratitude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girls" /><title>one</title><content type="html">i am &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for the lessons my children teach me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's the funny thing about being a parent. You are in charge of these sweet little spirits for 18 years. As a parent, you teach them how to do everything from making their beds to tying their shoes to teaching them how to play nice with siblings. You teach them to say &lt;i&gt;please and thank you&lt;/i&gt;. You help them pray correctly. Day in and day out you are constantly teaching by word and example.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And in return it is MY children who teach ME the most. They teach me by word and example too. Here are my most recent examples.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jzlfA4fcXkSk03wULeoemw?feat=embedwebsite" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;img height="428" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YJuTXqTPyZE/Tos4cyGlaRI/AAAAAAAAC9c/yywzeqYWai8/s640/oct%2525202%25252C%2525202011%252520052.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Last weekend Avery had a soccer game bright and early in the morning. For some strange reason, we all slept in which &lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/early-risers.html"&gt;NEVER happens at our house&lt;/a&gt;. As a result, we were rushing to get dressed, eat breakfast, and get snacks packed before the game.&lt;br /&gt;
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Clint took the kids so they wouldn't be late and I trailed behind after putting some powder and mascara on. When I got to the field I noticed that Avery was sitting on the grass by Clint and not with her team. She was refusing to play because they were a few minutes late and she was embarrassed. Clint was done trying to persuade her to play. I have to admit I was a little ticked that we all got up and hussled out the door so she could play and she was the one throwing a fit! After a few minutes of begging her to put her shin guards and shoes back on I got super frustrated. I picked her up and took her away from the crowd to have a "big girl" talk. I told her that her team was depending on her and she couldn't let her coach down.&lt;br /&gt;
But she said she was too embarrassed. I knew she was but she needed to play. I decided to show a little tough love! I grabbed her hand and walked her out onto the field in front of everyone. &lt;i&gt;Sigh.&lt;/i&gt; I was actually a little embarrassed too.&amp;nbsp;Surprisingly,&amp;nbsp;she bravely walked over to her coach and took her place on the field.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I took her out on the field, I thought for sure she would be running back with me but she stayed and that made me so proud of her. She taught me a great lesson of rising to the occasion even if we feel uneasy about it. How many times in my life do I hide and not put myself out there because I'm afraid of what people might think? Sadly, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Avery had her best game to date that day and she had so much fun with her little teammates! I admire her for doing something that was so hard for her to do and for teaching me to be more brave.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second example:&lt;br /&gt;
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Izy is so lucky to have the best preschool teacher in the world. In their class they are learning about the history of Thanksgiving. This last week she learned about going to the "promised land". Her teacher gave each student a paper sack and said to bring the ONE thing they couldn't live without for their journey to the "promise land".&lt;br /&gt;
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When she got in the car she said:&lt;br /&gt;
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"Mom, I'm going to bring my scriptures!" (very excited)&lt;br /&gt;
"Izy, don't you want to bring Elly (her favorite elephant) or&lt;a href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2009/02/mia.html"&gt; Stinky Bear&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;
"No, I just can't leave my scriptures."&lt;br /&gt;
"Izy, you could bring your guitar or your Tangled movie or your favorite blanket."&lt;br /&gt;
"Mom, I said I want to take my scriptures." (kinda annoyed)&lt;br /&gt;
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Then it dawned on me.....hello, why am I trying to talk my daughter out of taking something so dear to her (and to me.) She reminded me that the gospel IS the most important thing in our lives. Everything else doesn't matter. I appreciate her sweet testimony of the Book of Mormon and her wonderful example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-1938576007635235445?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/FGLDuq0nvlw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1938576007635235445/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=1938576007635235445" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/1938576007635235445?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/1938576007635235445?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/FGLDuq0nvlw/one.html" title="one" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YJuTXqTPyZE/Tos4cyGlaRI/AAAAAAAAC9c/yywzeqYWai8/s72-c/oct%2525202%25252C%2525202011%252520052.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMRnk7eip7ImA9WhRTEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417701.post-963735005551070043</id><published>2011-11-02T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:53:07.702-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T15:53:07.702-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween" /><title>Farewell October</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;October&lt;/i&gt;, you were so much fun this year!&lt;br /&gt;
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We got the best of both world's this October. I decided to take a very &lt;i&gt;spur-of-the-moment&lt;/i&gt; trip to Utah while the girls had Fall Break. I'm so happy that I did because fall is my most favorite season and since Arizona doesn't celebrate fall, I had to get my fix somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;
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The weather was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
The leaves were jaw dropping amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
And being with my family and friends was the highlight of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;
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It just isn't Halloween if you don't visit Gardner Village.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girls love finding all the witches from the scavenger hunt. Not surprising that out of ALL the fantastic witches there, their favorite witch was the witch in the out house! They thought it was so funny. Kids are gross!&lt;br /&gt;
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Not pictured from the trip but was memorable:&lt;br /&gt;
- Bunco with Wendy. This girl is the best hostess around. I had so much fun with a great group of girls.&lt;br /&gt;
- Birthday lunch with Wendy and Taylor! I love that 2 of my very best girlfriends share the same birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
- Cheesecake Factory with Melinda and Charity (missed you Emily, Trish, and Kristin)&lt;br /&gt;
- Sleepover at Melinda's!&lt;br /&gt;
- An afternoon spent with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;
- Spending an afternoon with cousins riding go carts and playing laser tag.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once we got home it was time to spruce up the house and get all the decorations out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;source:&lt;a href="http://eighteen25.blogspot.com/2010/09/todays-project-spirit-jugs.html"&gt; eighteen25.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/brandy1/"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We also went "PUMPKIN PATCHING" (that's what Izy calls it).&lt;br /&gt;
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I mustered up all the courage I had and took the kids to the pumpkin patch ALONE this year. Clint has been so swapped at work. Won't be doing that again! I was trying to manage my 3 kids who picked up and/or rolled around EVERY pumpkin in sight. Meanwhile, was trying to push around a stroller (in the dirt) AND the wheel barrel full of pumpkins at the same time with my camera draped around my neck. Lost my $25 in the patch but found it after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;
I was a HOT MESS.&lt;br /&gt;
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I let each of the kids get a small pumpkin to paint and glitter and then also a big one to carve.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Through out the month we stayed busy by playing Halloween Bingo&lt;br /&gt;
(so I have gotten a little lazy doing hair these days...)&lt;br /&gt;
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making sucker ghosts for Avery's friends at lunch&lt;br /&gt;
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painting our fingernails orange and black for the entire month&lt;br /&gt;
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The ward's trunk or treat was so much fun this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have never seen a more beautiful Bumble Bee or&amp;nbsp;Rapunzel in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Surveying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sadly, this is the only picture I got on Halloween. WHAT??? The afternoon was filled with a lot of tears, smudged makeup, and a crying teething baby. ugh. So next week when the kids are happy and ready to smile for a picture before the sun goes down THEN we will get their Halloween picture. I say next week because between soccer, singing lessons, and my weekend at Time Out For Women we can't fit it in.&lt;br /&gt;
Life needs to SLOW DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can you see that adorable little dragon in the background?&lt;br /&gt;
He will melt your heart when you see him, next week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28417701-963735005551070043?l=sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~4/QxUxxETsPsk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/963735005551070043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28417701&amp;postID=963735005551070043" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/963735005551070043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28417701/posts/default/963735005551070043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QJygy/~3/QxUxxETsPsk/farewell-october.html" title="Farewell October" /><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814175899831866122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07u3eihcIT0/SSXi9KMd2GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rxbqpjO0KZU/S220/Brandy+Close+up.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-A3n0aKzmyzU/TrGEv7cNZBI/AAAAAAAAC84/9I5xNkX2UgY/s72-c/fall%252520break%2525202%252520090.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sweetdaysofourlives.blogspot.com/2011/11/farewell-october.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

