<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:42:37.902-07:00</updated><category term='School pic'/><category term='Bradyn'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Mario'/><category term='ski'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Lagoon'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='family'/><category term='April 2009'/><title type='text'>Bath's &amp; Bubbles</title><subtitle type='html'>So this is my lame attempt at starting a blog (if anyone sees it).  I will warn you it will be boring so please come and visit often.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-5873250967907743854</id><published>2009-11-07T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:55:05.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>My Halloween Post</title><content type='html'>So I love Halloween and my kids do too. They plan on what they are going to be in the summer. I enjoy making the costumes as long as they aren't too outrageous and it would be both too expensive or too time consuming to do myself. So this year Bradyn wanted to be Darth Vader and I didn't want to do a disservice to the essence of Dart so I just bought the costume. Leena wanted to wear her ruby red shoes so she chose to be the wicked witch that the house fell on in Wizard of Oz. I did make her costume....I know it isn't like the one in the movie, but I wanted to add a little spice to it and match her shoes, so kill me. And the hat I found a K-mart the day before Halloween and I couldn't believe it was a perfect match to the material on her dress. Hooray for me. Little Sophie adores animals and wanted to be Leena's black cat. I had fun with her costume and she looks too dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had Dorthy (Ella), Alphaba (Marla), Glenda (Jillian), Squashed witch (Leena)......so what would be more fun then to reenact the Wizard of Oz.......nothing really. I would have been a munchkin, but maybe my dream will come true next year. So you will see a few of the shots Jillian and I took during the reenactment. The kids thought is was so fun. Oh yeah, it isn't a photoshop miracle that there are two Darth Vader's, the other one is Lynn. Bradyn was too excited for words. Funny thing is, is that Justin was Darth for Halloween when he was 8 as well. I should find a pic and stick him in there too. Enjoy our little bit of Halloween joy. I was a party pooper and didn't dress up this year. Not for the lack of desire, but for the lack of time. I enjoyed watching my kids too much.   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width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SvXMEPOCaFI/AAAAAAAAAo4/2XBrBjPgBxg/s400/RBP_4803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401447701277730898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witches trying to be witchy and a cute kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SvXTf9kF7fI/AAAAAAAAApw/ymvg51UbLbc/s1600-h/RBP_4782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SvXTf9kF7fI/AAAAAAAAApw/ymvg51UbLbc/s400/RBP_4782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401455874156129778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the force?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SvXHnaQxarI/AAAAAAAAAoA/B-ceb1fnXB8/s1600-h/RBP_4721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SvXSWNUFxnI/AAAAAAAAApo/LrO61SZTuAc/s400/RBP_4783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401454607073658482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-5873250967907743854?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5873250967907743854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=5873250967907743854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/5873250967907743854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/5873250967907743854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-love-halloween-and-my-kids-do-too.html' title='My Halloween Post'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SvXRDztpkFI/AAAAAAAAApg/9f4u53K98zs/s72-c/RBP_4834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-3451216466943985841</id><published>2009-10-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:22:36.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bradyn'/><title type='text'>Bradyn's Big Day</title><content type='html'>So I have been lax in my family blog, but I don't think many are disappointed. But I try to look at this as a sort of family journal. So today we are highlighting my big boy. He is such a funny kid. I love him and can't imagine not being able to hear his crazy stories, his forever present noises or humming, and his adorable scrunched up smile. He is amazing at anything he puts his mind to. I am always awed at what his mind conjures up. He is fun, cuddly, and is very stubborn. The following story illustrates this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Bradyn turned the big 8 in August and was baptized in September. He was very excited and couldn't wait.  The big day came and we were all trying to get ready to head over to the church. He had asked if he could take his camera and he was told no, because it could be a distraction. That is when the sobbing and wailing started. He proceeded to cry and say he didn't want to be baptized.!?!?!?!?! My heart sunk. Of course you want them to make their own choice, but at this point I was fine with him being dunked under the water unwillingly. We had people already at the church and others who had come a long way to see him. I thought maybe everyone will interpret his stubbornness as being "moved by the spirit".I was justifying it in my mind, saying he would want it in the end, or he will come to his senses, but I was not comforted. I did the smart thing and prayed as I watched Justin drive him to the church crying. To my relief when I got there he was smiling and eager with his tear stained face. I guess his baptism will be that much more memorable for me. In the end he had a great day and hopefully he will understand why we didn't give in to his demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am highlighting Bradyn, another story happened on a Sunday in sacrament. Two weeks ago we were sitting in sacrament listening to the speakers and there was one person who had been talking for a while and she finally closed her talk and sat down. Bradyn, in the pause between speakers, said, "FINALLY". People across the isle and an isle up turned and laughed. So I'm sure that all ears in a few feet radius of us heard, but composed themselves. The lady who laughed continued giggling throughout the rest of sacrament. I thought it was rather funny because he expressed just what I was feeling as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another gem.....We were sitting and watching conference and I had called all the kids to come sit and at least be still to listen to the Prophet. After he spoke he looked at me and with watery eyes said that he doesn't know why but his eyes started watering and he felt like he was going to cry. My heart jumped with excitement to be able to point out that it was the spirit he was feeling and help him to recognize that. It was such a sweet little moment with him and I was so proud that he felt to talk about it. Then he continued talking......... He proceeded to say that some thought just came out of space and popped in his head (he explained this a couple of times with hand gestures). I then asked him what thought was this. He said that this thought that was flying down from space and landed in his head was the thought that what if someone hurt the Prophet? He was more descriptive, but I couldn't type it. I was horrified that such a sweet little moment could be crushed by this horrid thought flying out of space into his big head (note of sarcasm). I told him that there are people out there that want to do bad things to people, but to try and not let those thoughts come into our head. That he needed to control his thoughts and think happier things. Please tell me this is a normal boy thing. Feel free to leave any stories of your own. I need consoling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is some good times that my dear boy has blessed us with. I love him with all my heart and am excited to see him grow. I just hope I steer him in the right direction. It is horrible, I know, but this is the only picture I took of the day. Pathetic........I may just have to start hiring a photographer on these occasions so I can enjoy the day and let someone else document it. Shoemakers children go shoeless........I understand that quote now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you Bradyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/St8OnUZsWMI/AAAAAAAAAno/tx-HNkA0BLA/s1600-h/RBP_2188crp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/St8OnUZsWMI/AAAAAAAAAno/tx-HNkA0BLA/s400/RBP_2188crp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395046947267303618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5754307910217792614-3451216466943985841?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3451216466943985841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=3451216466943985841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/3451216466943985841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/3451216466943985841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/bradyns-big-day.html' title='Bradyn&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/St8OnUZsWMI/AAAAAAAAAno/tx-HNkA0BLA/s72-c/RBP_2188crp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-499452712673809729</id><published>2009-08-22T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:25:23.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission......</title><content type='html'>My mission is to refinish this dresser to put in my room. When we moved to our new house, it no longer had a large walk-in closet. So I had to find something to fit all our "stuff". I had recently refinished a dresser for my son and loved how it turned out, so I wanted to tackle another one. I got this off KSL for 50 bucks, yay! It is very sturdy and needs very little repair. My idea was to refinish it as it looks. With the natural top and knobs and the rest a cream. That way it would withstand any color or decor changes in my bedroom over the years. But I wonder if I am taking the easy way out and instead should really do something different. I am posting this to get ideas from all two of you who frequent my blog. So bring on the suggestions. Don't feel bad if I decide to keep it as is. I want something to go well with a lot so I don't have to repaint it again. My bedding colors are reds and oranges right now, but am feeling like a change when I can afford it. My headboard and footboard are light pine. My walls are a very pale cream, but am anxious to throw up a strong color maybe this winter, not sure yet what color. So there is some info to consider while coming up with some amazing ideas for me. I will be anxiously waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SpBwG51ZKeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/oL8ALvwweAo/s1600-h/IMG_1724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SpBwG51ZKeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/oL8ALvwweAo/s400/IMG_1724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372917619359295970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SpBvKc1JF-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/b4ij-GSMFXo/s1600-h/IMG_1723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SpBvKc1JF-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/b4ij-GSMFXo/s400/IMG_1723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372916580781463522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-499452712673809729?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/499452712673809729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=499452712673809729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/499452712673809729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/499452712673809729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/mission.html' title='Mission......'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SpBwG51ZKeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/oL8ALvwweAo/s72-c/IMG_1724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-2020493920109854345</id><published>2009-08-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:13:59.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouquet of deliciousness</title><content type='html'>So this is what my sweetie surprised me with for our anniversary. A vase full of reeses (my fave). He said he thought about getting me flowers, but thought I would enjoy these more. Well, I can't say that I was dissapointed. They certainly will last longer than flowers (on my hips) and they smell just as pretty, and they are edible. What more could a girl want. Thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SoREC23o89I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OWwK08bi41o/s1600-h/RBP_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SoREC23o89I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OWwK08bi41o/s400/RBP_0513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369491471611786194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SoRIsYqIhGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/1bbXZI8pNZ4/s1600-h/RBP_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SoRIsYqIhGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/1bbXZI8pNZ4/s400/RBP_0510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369496583103087714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SoRJKc1qxMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/41HSB_RN5dM/s1600-h/RBP_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SoRJKc1qxMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/41HSB_RN5dM/s400/RBP_0522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369497099621287106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, can't you just smell em. I had to play a little with my macro lens. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-2020493920109854345?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2020493920109854345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=2020493920109854345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/2020493920109854345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/2020493920109854345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/bouquet-of-deliciousness.html' title='Bouquet of deliciousness'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SoREC23o89I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OWwK08bi41o/s72-c/RBP_0513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-2278922489439980394</id><published>2009-08-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:46:48.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/Sns49mGVg9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/_AtKSjDYhPw/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/Sns49mGVg9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/_AtKSjDYhPw/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366946011792376786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, 10 years has gone by since I married the man of my dreams. Yes, it was love at first sight, although I didn't realize it would actually come about. We have had 10 wonderful years growing together, laughing together, crying together, and yelling together. I have never heard of anyone saying marriage was easy and I would have to agree, but I would never ask for anyone else to learn with. Justin has been a  supportive, comforting, uplifting, and obviously a  handsome companion. I thank him for pushing me to think and express those thoughts and encouraging me to pursue my interests. He has helped me to become a better photographer and has increased my desire to continue learning. I love him for loving me and making me feel beautiful. He is a wonderful provider and went to work full time, school full time, and cared for his family to provide for me and our three beautiful children. He just finished his MBA at Westminster and I am so proud of him. It was such a long and hard road, but we did it.  I am looking forward to the future together and falling even more in love.  Thank you sweetie, for everything. Life is sweeter with you by my side. You are my tootsie in my tootsie pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the quality, but it is a scanned picture. Boy, we sure have come a long way in photos in the past ten years. Digital just started to enter the field. I have been doing photography for 12 years and what I do now is so vastly different then 12 years ago. I am having so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-2278922489439980394?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2278922489439980394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=2278922489439980394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/2278922489439980394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/2278922489439980394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/Sns49mGVg9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/_AtKSjDYhPw/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-792343833291094393</id><published>2009-06-05T07:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:10:17.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;I love these guys.  If you haven't seen them, rent the last season.   Just felt like sharing a laugh today. :) &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-792343833291094393?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/792343833291094393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=792343833291094393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/792343833291094393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/792343833291094393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Business Time'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-8616530763713098124</id><published>2009-05-22T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:13:33.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl #2</title><content type='html'>On to birthday girl #2.  Sophie will be turning 3 on Saturday. The kids have requested camping to try out our new fancy tent so we will be camping on her birthday. My little Soaps is so much fun. She is the climber of the family and loves to get right in with her big brother and sister with whatever they are doing. She still loves to be my little girl and likes to snuggle and endures my many kisses and hugs. Her favorite things are dogs and riding in the bike trailer. She loves to get out and do things. I am so glad she is my baby and she is still small enough to curl up in my arms. I love my baby and hope she has a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/Sha3SzrOUuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mpe3n4kYw7s/s1600-h/008b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338655942031332066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/Sha3SzrOUuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mpe3n4kYw7s/s400/008b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-8616530763713098124?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8616530763713098124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=8616530763713098124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8616530763713098124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8616530763713098124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-girl-2.html' title='Birthday Girl #2'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/Sha3SzrOUuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mpe3n4kYw7s/s72-c/008b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-7248284891015472335</id><published>2009-05-19T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:06:31.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>May 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is Leena's B-Day and it makes me reflect on my little girl. I can't believe she will be 5 and starting school in the fall. It is hard to feel that I have gotten the most out of each stage of her short growth. I don't know that anyone can. She is the sunshine in our day (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; storm clouds occasionally arise). She is so full of life and a ball of fun. She loves to learn and is very competitive. Anything her big brother does, she knows she can do too. She isn't afraid of anything, except for the moment, shirts that come dangerously close to the bottom of her shorts. She is a great big sister and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; little sister. She keeps me company and I love her many fantastic stories. Her latest funny is when we came back from Central Europe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bradyn&lt;/span&gt; was so interested in our stories, he said he wanted to go to Poland for his mission. Leena soon piped up and said she wanted to go to Disneyland for her mission. She's never even been there yet, but she knows there are castles and princesses and that's all she needs. I am so glad she is my girl and I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to be her mom. I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Leen&lt;/span&gt;. Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/ShLeNqbr5kI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8xczG7IRXIE/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337572834697537090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/ShLeNqbr5kI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8xczG7IRXIE/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-7248284891015472335?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7248284891015472335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=7248284891015472335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/7248284891015472335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/7248284891015472335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/ShLeNqbr5kI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8xczG7IRXIE/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-2523278146631490012</id><published>2009-04-25T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:06:12.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 2009'/><title type='text'>Easter Finally</title><content type='html'>So I am finally posting about Easter. Things have been busy lately and haven't had much of a chance. It isn't a huge priority because not many visit my blog. (Violin playing my sad song in the background)I had to practically beg two of the three that commented on my last post(thank you, you three that commented). So to all few of you who visit my blog enjoy a few quick snapshots of their Easter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are looking spiffy. I had to hurry because we were going to be late for church and I wanted to take them before we went so they looked fresh. :)Bradyn wasn't in the mood for many pics so this is all I got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOGJhLZQCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nOQ7oocxWZ4/s1600-h/RBP_6264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328750282192535586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOGJhLZQCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nOQ7oocxWZ4/s400/RBP_6264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOGJRG0bpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/J31Gfk8eV80/s1600-h/RBP_6270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328750277878378130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOGJRG0bpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/J31Gfk8eV80/s400/RBP_6270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329028989660290578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfSDobZ13hI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Kza8IrFsLZM/s400/RBP_6235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOFa3oEnRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Qp2CssnjZiY/s1600-h/RBP_6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328749480764546322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOFa3oEnRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Qp2CssnjZiY/s400/RBP_6245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOFaoznpjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WoEcGFV3QZw/s1600-h/RBP_6242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328749476786447922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOFaoznpjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WoEcGFV3QZw/s400/RBP_6242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophie was so adorable and I think she knew it because she loved for me to take her pictures, which is unusual. I couldn't get enough of how cute she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328748111700059346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOELLdqZNI/AAAAAAAAAgo/u2B4rAnxUl4/s400/RBP_6287.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329030568368835234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfSFEUjSiqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ujJb7T6ttZg/s400/RBP_6290_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328748120356801602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOELrtlzEI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uYw1LIBtApA/s400/RBP_6284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328748122174437042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOELye8trI/AAAAAAAAAg4/cwvBIY6lkrI/s400/RBP_6231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-2523278146631490012?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2523278146631490012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=2523278146631490012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/2523278146631490012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/2523278146631490012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-finally.html' title='Easter Finally'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SfOGJhLZQCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nOQ7oocxWZ4/s72-c/RBP_6264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-4572494726425822571</id><published>2009-02-12T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:57:52.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner Winner Chicken Dinner</title><content type='html'>Maybe this will seem a little more exciting for those few who take a brief moment out of their busy day to to grace my blog.I missed out when my cousin did this and was very dissappointed.So I was excited to see my friend do this.It is a pay it forward thing. This is how it works..... The first 3 super lucky people to leave a comment on this post will receive a super stupendous hand made gift from me during this year. When and what will be a wonderful surprise. BUT, to be the official WWCD (notice post title), you have to leave a comment here so I know who really cares about me and then you have to Pay it Forward on your blog and continue this wonderful givingness. (That means that sometime during this year you will receive a gift from me and you will send a gift to 3 people as well.) Get it? So, the first 3 (or in my case my only 3)people to comment on this post will be the lucky ones! Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-4572494726425822571?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4572494726425822571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=4572494726425822571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/4572494726425822571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/4572494726425822571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/02/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='Winner Winner Chicken Dinner'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-1099472151803302950</id><published>2009-01-23T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:35:16.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I started a new blog! It is a peek of my latest stuff. It will take me a bit to catch up on some pix, but leave a comment. I would love feedback. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Check to the right for the link&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-1099472151803302950?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1099472151803302950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=1099472151803302950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/1099472151803302950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/1099472151803302950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-3342588167340118328</id><published>2009-01-21T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:33:39.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ski'/><title type='text'>What Happens When You Tie Sticks To Your Feet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a chance to go skiing with my dad and sister Becky when they were in town. We thought it was a good time to introduce it to Bradyn and Leena. Here are some pix and their hops down the bunny hill. We all had a great time. The kids loved it and it was fun to experience it with them. Thanks for giving us the excuse to go Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SXd-qd8cq4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/G96hWTW9eLg/s1600-h/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293839155055078274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SXd-qd8cq4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/G96hWTW9eLg/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Becky and the new ski demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SXd-qKUAM8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EGaZLvvnjEg/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293839149785166786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SXd-qKUAM8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EGaZLvvnjEg/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slope Ripper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SXd-pt00kII/AAAAAAAAAGI/_0XBYeBX8Gc/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293839142138187906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SXd-pt00kII/AAAAAAAAAGI/_0XBYeBX8Gc/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ray Ban Man- name given to him by the lift operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74688f9c92767fd4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=99325c6f07bdc1ad&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3342588167340118328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=3342588167340118328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/3342588167340118328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/3342588167340118328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2009/01/skiing-fun.html' title='What Happens When You Tie Sticks To Your Feet?'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SXd-qd8cq4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/G96hWTW9eLg/s72-c/IMG_0712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-7754745914109439470</id><published>2008-11-25T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:05:30.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School pic'/><title type='text'>Handsome Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SSxoLN785AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/24S_10vqxV4/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272703805672973314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SSxoLN785AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/24S_10vqxV4/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Bradyn's 2nd grade school picture.  Isn't he handsome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-7754745914109439470?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7754745914109439470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=7754745914109439470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/7754745914109439470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/7754745914109439470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/11/handsome-boy.html' title='Handsome Boy'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SSxoLN785AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/24S_10vqxV4/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-7774835005397234302</id><published>2008-11-25T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:31:41.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Girl or Princess Leia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SSxetd7U6PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vlspbCGM5vc/s1600-h/IMG_05822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272693398964594930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SSxetd7U6PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vlspbCGM5vc/s320/IMG_05822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EXHIBIT A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SSxeHTeaZkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_qfWjZ54454/s1600-h/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(notice the erased me with arrow above Han)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SSxdqjTcwpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rVRzJ1uuAac/s1600-h/IMG_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272692249356714642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SSxdqjTcwpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rVRzJ1uuAac/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXHIBIT B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who were unaware, which would be most, Bradyn had a thing for Word Girl. She is a cartoon character and so I was not terribly concerned. I recently saw some artwork of his which tells a different story. Refer to exhibit A. This is a picture of him as Han Solo wearing a tux, holding Princess Leia's hand. I was enjoying his exciting story when I asked him what the stuff on Han's face was. He said it was kisses from Leia. I was sort of amused, but surprised. I asked if Word Girl was out the door and he said, yes. He has an old school Star Wars pillow that he got from his Grandma May, thanks to her keen thrift shopping abilities. He then told me that he likes to kiss her on his pillow at night. Exhibit B. I much preferred Word Girl. She is a cartoon and loves words and there definitions thus being a helpful learning tool as well, as apposed to an anatomically correct woman who disregards wearing supporting undergarments i.e. white dress, she wears them far too openly as Slave Leia. So I am at a new curve. It was strange when I realized I would miss a cartoon character. With her cute little red outfit and cape and her catch phrase "Word up". Why pick the slutty one, when you can feel educated (intellectually)with the other. So this is the curve in the road of life I am at. Allowing your little boy to choose who he has a crush on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-7774835005397234302?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7774835005397234302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=7774835005397234302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/7774835005397234302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/7774835005397234302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/11/word-girl-or-princess-lei.html' title='Word Girl or Princess Leia'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SSxetd7U6PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vlspbCGM5vc/s72-c/IMG_05822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-8488776234204216912</id><published>2008-11-02T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:21:36.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6ApAkUT-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/CMfLvDMrjTk/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264286456458006498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6ApAkUT-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/CMfLvDMrjTk/s320/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we all are at trunk or treat. It was gorgeous weather. No jackets needed. It has been snowy the past few years and I hate it when it is cold. True Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6AozSg_II/AAAAAAAAAFA/sN25FeLvdEY/s1600-h/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264286452893678722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6AozSg_II/AAAAAAAAAFA/sN25FeLvdEY/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't figure out why this is coming up sideways. I made this cupcake cake for the Halloween party at G&amp;amp;G Bath's house. I thought it turned out quite cute if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6AMT5YO7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/OnZNHGzkW2M/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264285963430411186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6AMT5YO7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/OnZNHGzkW2M/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the girls at Franklin Covey ready for the hand outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6AL0px3jI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AtepStQinA0/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264285955043483186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6AL0px3jI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AtepStQinA0/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I really get into the part. I attempted a gypsie, but a few times was thought to be a pirate. What would your vote be? Hey mom do you remember this skirt? I bought some accesories to finish it off and voila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6ALN-Q_SI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WSt8k6ygz54/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264285944660426018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6ALN-Q_SI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WSt8k6ygz54/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leena wanted to be Mulan and I had this outfit that my mom bought in China Town, SF when Bradyn was a baby. I painted her face and made it work. She would ask me every few minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if she still had paint on and if I needed to reapply. She gets into her part as well.I know it isn't what Mulan really wore, but Leena was satisfied and it was very little work on my part. Justin thought she looked a little like a mime. I can see it too, but a darn cute Mulan mime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ5_QkBkZuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/o0F6sTtX-uU/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264284936967579362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ5_QkBkZuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/o0F6sTtX-uU/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophie was a recycled Cinderella. I made this for Leena when she was two. She was just excited to be wearing makeup too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ5_QLggtFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ffc0SS1q888/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264284930386474066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ5_QLggtFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ffc0SS1q888/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bradyn is an Indy fan. He told me today that he was thinking of having his wife work so he could stay home and have fun with the kids, but thought about it longer and changed his mind. He said he didn't want to be home with all the poop and throw-up. (Come on Bradyn that is the best part.) So he said that he could work, but that didn't sound fun. So he said he though about it some more and thought that he could go exploring and teach like Indy and was pleased with that decision. Oh to be a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ5_PatHQqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gRzdH44qCTI/s1600-h/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264284917285995170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ5_PatHQqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gRzdH44qCTI/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out trick-or-treating. We only hit a few houses since they had way more than enough candy from Franklin's and trunk or treat. The reason you don't see Sophie is because I am helping her hold her bag. Sophie din't quite get the jist of it at first. She kept wanting to give candy to the people at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-8488776234204216912?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8488776234204216912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=8488776234204216912' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8488776234204216912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8488776234204216912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-we-all-are-at-trunk-or-treat.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SQ6ApAkUT-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/CMfLvDMrjTk/s72-c/IMG_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-5520263026483124959</id><published>2008-09-30T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:04:47.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lagoon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKf1iWVXCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rORP2LTHZzI/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251935857569782818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKf1iWVXCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rORP2LTHZzI/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I have posted these out of sequence.  This is all very new to me.  Just know they all happened in the month of August.  Updates will come sometime in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKf2MRb2HI/AAAAAAAAADA/GZbgWIfTPks/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251935868823525490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKf2MRb2HI/AAAAAAAAADA/GZbgWIfTPks/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year was a little difficult. Can you see what I mean. I never thought about being on the other side looking into childhood. As a child, I know how it felt to be told I was now too big for the ride. "Jeez I just got big enough for the kiddie rides, now I'm too big, this is bogus". Those would have been my thoughts. So how as a parent do you tell your too big son that he just can't fit, or the car won't go with you in it, or sorry your not a kid anymore. See my deep rooted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;. I was hoping the attendant would tell him, but she didn't. I did tell him......but see where it got me. Just another kid enjoying and hanging on to childhood for dear life. For those who are curious, it was difficult to get him out. But he wasn't fazed. Keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt;' on son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKf3Nbov8I/AAAAAAAAADI/lQPqMEFkt1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251935886314618818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKf3Nbov8I/AAAAAAAAADI/lQPqMEFkt1Y/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophie once again, not impressed by the ever slow moving motion of a boat. Leena is always up for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-5520263026483124959?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5520263026483124959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=5520263026483124959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/5520263026483124959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/5520263026483124959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-year-was-little-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKf1iWVXCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rORP2LTHZzI/s72-c/IMG_0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-4425910727702893624</id><published>2008-09-30T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:07:05.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lagoon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd3L6RffI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G18bW-7lyqg/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933686882991602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd3L6RffI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G18bW-7lyqg/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to go to Lagoon thanks to Franklin Covey. They have taken us the past few years and we all love it. This is mem, Daredevil Leena, and Auntie Jilly, just chillin on the boat that swings back and forth (dang I can't think of the name of the thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd3hdREmI/AAAAAAAAACY/S2mWNX03CS8/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933692666909282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd3hdREmI/AAAAAAAAACY/S2mWNX03CS8/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this one as we were swinging and I love the look on Leena's face, it makes my tummy tickle just looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd3hqWH2I/AAAAAAAAACg/sh3iuOpPY44/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933692721766242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd3hqWH2I/AAAAAAAAACg/sh3iuOpPY44/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophie is the one in the middle with her hands in the air. She absolutely loved the water.  She is in control so thus no crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd328MffI/AAAAAAAAACo/RZUZb5DGPpI/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933698433777138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd328MffI/AAAAAAAAACo/RZUZb5DGPpI/s320/IMG_0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was pretty shocked she loved this so much.  It is moving and she isn't crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd4RuuKkI/AAAAAAAAACw/UkyrcQkxXEs/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933705625020994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd4RuuKkI/AAAAAAAAACw/UkyrcQkxXEs/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the log flume. Sophie wasn't too impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-4425910727702893624?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4425910727702893624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=4425910727702893624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/4425910727702893624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/4425910727702893624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-got-to-go-to-lagoon-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKd3L6RffI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G18bW-7lyqg/s72-c/IMG_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-3651934181529089646</id><published>2008-09-30T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:41:26.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKXjZTcdsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eDu0UhHuGMI/s1600-h/RBP_5382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251926749811078850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKXjZTcdsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eDu0UhHuGMI/s320/RBP_5382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I flew out to San Diego to my brother Jake's wedding to his sweetheart Maria.  It was nice to get away and see family and enjoy beautiful San Diego.  We stopped at a pizza joint and Jake enjoyed his pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKXjt3QtVI/AAAAAAAAACA/j6YNc6paqxM/s1600-h/RBP_5432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251926755330012498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKXjt3QtVI/AAAAAAAAACA/j6YNc6paqxM/s320/RBP_5432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See how this is a much more complimentary picture Nett? You are welcome to swap it with the one on your blog. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKXj5NlDyI/AAAAAAAAACI/WFdrqQhFRWw/s1600-h/RBP_5424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251926758376410914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKXj5NlDyI/AAAAAAAAACI/WFdrqQhFRWw/s320/RBP_5424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; beaches of San Diego. It felt good again to smell the salty air and get caught in the ferocious rip currents and see my life flash before my eyes as I am trying to figure which way is up as I am tossed like a rag doll along the foamy waves. Yes, a thing of beauty. For seriously it was a blast, I love the beach. Now dad you might want to follow the footsteps of your son and start utilizing a razor......... well maybe not, the hair gives you some skin color. Oh, dang there goes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; again. I really am trying to work on that. Really though, thanks for everything Dad, I had a blast. &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/5754307910217792614-3651934181529089646?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3651934181529089646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=3651934181529089646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/3651934181529089646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/3651934181529089646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-brother-jake-enjoys-his-pizza.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKXjZTcdsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eDu0UhHuGMI/s72-c/RBP_5382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-581065278460558522</id><published>2008-09-30T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:12:47.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKVM7Z-yYI/AAAAAAAAABw/O5j_PbFgoQ8/s1600-h/RBP_5509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251924164805052802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKVM7Z-yYI/AAAAAAAAABw/O5j_PbFgoQ8/s320/RBP_5509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at the wedding Grandma Jean, me, sis Nannette, and cousin Vanessa.  It was fun to see family that I don't get a chance to see often.  I had a blast with my sister and cousin.  Wish we all lived closer so we could have more exciting adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-581065278460558522?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/581065278460558522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=581065278460558522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/581065278460558522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/581065278460558522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-we-are-at-wedding-grandma-jean-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKVM7Z-yYI/AAAAAAAAABw/O5j_PbFgoQ8/s72-c/RBP_5509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-8933258495085858638</id><published>2008-09-30T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:03:23.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKRhRVhOZI/AAAAAAAAABg/mE1Dw0Mg4WE/s1600-h/RBP_5661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251920116242790802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKRhRVhOZI/AAAAAAAAABg/mE1Dw0Mg4WE/s320/RBP_5661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKRiELRTTI/AAAAAAAAABo/_Mgj_g_MgAw/s1600-h/RBP_5676sat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251920129890012466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKRiELRTTI/AAAAAAAAABo/_Mgj_g_MgAw/s320/RBP_5676sat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKQZRG5mVI/AAAAAAAAABI/1twH80TOF5s/s1600-h/RBP_5718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251918879230892370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKQZRG5mVI/AAAAAAAAABI/1twH80TOF5s/s320/RBP_5718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKQZgrxImI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0CSBHniQ1m8/s1600-h/RBP_5710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251918883412058722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKQZgrxImI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0CSBHniQ1m8/s320/RBP_5710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKQZ3msLiI/AAAAAAAAABY/KA-c2USbFvE/s1600-h/RBP_5417con.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251918889564778018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKQZ3msLiI/AAAAAAAAABY/KA-c2USbFvE/s320/RBP_5417con.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are just a few random pictures I took at the wedding and the day before. What a cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-8933258495085858638?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8933258495085858638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=8933258495085858638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8933258495085858638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8933258495085858638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-are-just-few-random-pictures-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKRhRVhOZI/AAAAAAAAABg/mE1Dw0Mg4WE/s72-c/RBP_5661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-521667222416185986</id><published>2008-09-30T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:41:00.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKN-RcdK9I/AAAAAAAAABA/ltE6wRsBTlg/s1600-h/RBP_4881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251916216441580498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKN-RcdK9I/AAAAAAAAABA/ltE6wRsBTlg/s320/RBP_4881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is anyone else a part of the Mario world?  Well, we are very much a part of it.  Bradyn just felt like being Mario for the day and who am I to sqwelch his creative/artistic ambitions?  With no help from me he constructed this outfit and was very proud of it.  I love seeing my kids use their brains and seeing what they come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-521667222416185986?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/521667222416185986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=521667222416185986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/521667222416185986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/521667222416185986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-anyone-else-part-of-mario-world-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKN-RcdK9I/AAAAAAAAABA/ltE6wRsBTlg/s72-c/RBP_4881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-3991493577365387673</id><published>2008-09-30T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:42:49.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKLjK7egYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oFI-2LSlTc4/s1600-h/RBP_5869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251913551812919682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKLjK7egYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oFI-2LSlTc4/s320/RBP_5869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did the whole Indiana Jones theme and I made it into a treasure hunt (including boobie-traps) for his presents. Daddy who is much more computer savy (I was actually taking up way too much time trying to figure out how to do it) made up the codes and decoder. I thought it all turned out pretty cute. At least Bradyn got a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-3991493577365387673?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3991493577365387673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=3991493577365387673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/3991493577365387673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/3991493577365387673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-did-whole-indiana-jones-theme-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKLjK7egYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oFI-2LSlTc4/s72-c/RBP_5869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-4931585885616265343</id><published>2008-09-30T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:25:18.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKKM-fr9JI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EwsAJjFe4Qk/s1600-h/RBP_5873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251912071006385298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKKM-fr9JI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EwsAJjFe4Qk/s320/RBP_5873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the boobie-trap setters.  Mom Bath, Megan (Justin's sis) and her husband Mike.  The two blondes are her kids Ella, and Sammy, and of course my Leena.  We all enjoyed ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-4931585885616265343?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4931585885616265343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=4931585885616265343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/4931585885616265343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/4931585885616265343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-are-boobie-trap-setters.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKKM-fr9JI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EwsAJjFe4Qk/s72-c/RBP_5873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-8456994656588851246</id><published>2008-09-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:18:58.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKHLqOHCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZQg40JKKbFQ/s1600-h/RBP_5874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251908749849201186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKHLqOHCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZQg40JKKbFQ/s320/RBP_5874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where he ran into boobie-traps.  He was a little confused, maybe he doesn't truely understand what is the essence of Indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-8456994656588851246?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8456994656588851246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=8456994656588851246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8456994656588851246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8456994656588851246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-where-he-ran-into-boobie-traps.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKHLqOHCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZQg40JKKbFQ/s72-c/RBP_5874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-9049753173278684547</id><published>2008-09-30T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:05:52.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKGJz7MlxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IU61oLG03i8/s1600-h/RBP_5885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251907618582861586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKGJz7MlxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IU61oLG03i8/s320/RBP_5885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves lego's and he got Indy and Batman one's.  What a cutey, chocolate face and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-9049753173278684547?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/9049753173278684547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=9049753173278684547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/9049753173278684547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/9049753173278684547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-loves-legos-and-he-got-indy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKGJz7MlxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IU61oLG03i8/s72-c/RBP_5885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754307910217792614.post-8473839692650261493</id><published>2008-09-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:54:47.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Bradyn's 7th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKAi5E5xZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZuqugLh0iPg/s1600-h/RBP_5884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251901452392711570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKAi5E5xZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZuqugLh0iPg/s320/RBP_5884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bradyn&lt;/span&gt; had a great Indiana Jones birthday. I made a treasure cake. It looks homemade, but don't think it turned out too terrible.  Can't you just feel the excitement of Indy's find?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754307910217792614-8473839692650261493?l=bathsbubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8473839692650261493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754307910217792614&amp;postID=8473839692650261493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8473839692650261493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754307910217792614/posts/default/8473839692650261493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathsbubbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/bradyns-7th-birthday.html' title='Bradyn&apos;s 7th Birthday'/><author><name>Renée</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/TOK2d4RRGgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SFX--eL1BZQ/S220/_RBP2588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqdUwaBeW0M/SOKAi5E5xZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZuqugLh0iPg/s72-c/RBP_5884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
