<?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-8216104086925856231</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:53:35.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foster Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-4637625481633820448</id><published>2009-09-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:07:09.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma &amp; Grandpa Meet the Newest</title><content type='html'>On August 27, Grandma Maureen and Grandpa Bill flew out for a visit.  The weekend went by fast but we were still able to do some fun things.  Maureen barely stepped foot through the front door before she had scissors in hand and was hard at work on Brielle's mangy hair.  Then that night we went to Derrick and Lisa Dye's home for a tail-gate party before the big Shelley/Firth football game.  I'm not sure that a high school football game was at the top of Grandma and Grandpa's must-do-lists, but they were good sports and seemed to have fun!  Most of the weekend was spent taking LOTS of pictures, talking, and just hanging out.  We love having our family from Oregon come for visits!  MISS YOU GUYS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SrcDecE6MuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/b8Qv9y8qlE0/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383775701012460258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SrcDecE6MuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/b8Qv9y8qlE0/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Grandpa enjoying sweet sleepy moments with Laney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SrcDd0NaUUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dFXNRjvaoqM/s1600-h/Bill+%26+Maureen+visit+Aug.+09+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383775690310701378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SrcDd0NaUUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dFXNRjvaoqM/s320/Bill+%26+Maureen+visit+Aug.+09+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One morning Ryan, Brielle, Bill, and Maureen went out for breakfast and spent some time at the playground and the greenbelt.  Mom and baby stayed home catching up on some much needed (and much appreciated) sleep ;)  After seeing all the fun pics I was sad we had missed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SrcDdZcBDpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yIRa6v14G4U/s1600-h/Bill+%26+Maureen+visit+Aug.+09+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383775683124203154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SrcDdZcBDpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yIRa6v14G4U/s320/Bill+%26+Maureen+visit+Aug.+09+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan, Brielle and Grandma Maureen at the greenbelt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SrcDcAC956I/AAAAAAAAAco/dm7SzbKvVdg/s1600-h/Bill+%26+Maureen+visit+Aug.+09+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383775659128383394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SrcDcAC956I/AAAAAAAAAco/dm7SzbKvVdg/s320/Bill+%26+Maureen+visit+Aug.+09+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken at the BBQ before the ball game.  Brielle loved playing in this sand box.  Before the night was through she was wearing a borrowed shirt because she accidentaly tackled one of the boys and walked away wearing his drink.  My little football star;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Srb8_fa4CjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JD0KyLQc8ZY/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768572264188466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Srb8_fa4CjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JD0KyLQc8ZY/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved this picture of Brielle and Grandpa Bill!  He is helping her eat his leftover spaghetti from Olive Garden and she is having the time of her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Srb8-5qIwdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/uu5TbCDUuxk/s1600-h/Bill+%26+Maureen+visit+Aug.+09+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768562127651282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Srb8-5qIwdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/uu5TbCDUuxk/s320/Bill+%26+Maureen+visit+Aug.+09+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle did so great for her haircut and the end result was adorable--thanks Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Srb8-CmGKlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Xd-ifghqR0g/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768547346754130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Srb8-CmGKlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Xd-ifghqR0g/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy, Grandma, and sweet Laney-girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Srb88z4s-1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/80uGf4HmKF4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768526218394450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Srb88z4s-1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/80uGf4HmKF4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture-perfect moment with Daddy!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-4637625481633820448?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4637625481633820448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=4637625481633820448' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/4637625481633820448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/4637625481633820448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2009/09/grandma-grandpa-meet-newest.html' title='Grandma &amp; Grandpa Meet the Newest'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SrcDecE6MuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/b8Qv9y8qlE0/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-698576525544554708</id><published>2009-08-12T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:31:58.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Stork Came Early!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;Alayna Maureen Foster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;Born August 5, 2008 at 8:55 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;7lbs 4oz  &amp;amp;  20.5 in long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;A HOME BIRTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoObwk8lPJI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YcFgOB3GQ6M/s1600-h/417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369306439609564306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoObwk8lPJI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YcFgOB3GQ6M/s320/417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We could not have asked for a better birth experience!  Labor and delivery went beautifully and Alayna was perfectly healthy.  Originally we were going to deliver at the birthing center in Rigby, but after a kind offer from  my sister Ryan and I decided that Amber and Jon's home (their master suite to be exact ;) would be the perfect place to have our little girl.  Not too long ago I remember telling myself I could never do a hoe birth; but from the moment Ryan and I decided to do so, IT JUST FELT RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday morning I woke up around 3:45 having contractions.  I tried to relax and time them for a while, but when I discovered they were already ranging 7-10 minutes apart and some over 60 seconds long we called the midwives, loaded the car made it to Amber's just after 6 am.  Ryan, my mom, and Amber went to work transforming the room into a comfortable delivery room and soon Valery (the assisting mid-wife) arrived.  She helped me from the couch to the large bed where I settled into a comfortable side-laying position and proceeded to work through one contraction at a time.  It was a real team effort I tell ya--Ryan putting counter pressure on my lower back, mom rubbing my feet, and Valery talking me through each contraction.  At some point I got too comfortable and the contractions began to space out.  Valery suggested I stand up and find a new position off the bed to help speed things along.  Crazy as it sounds, I found that draping my upper body over an exercise ball and slightly rocking side to side was very relaxing and labor sped up immediately.  Soon my water broke, I worked through a couple more contractions and two pushes later Alayna was here.  It was AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Ryan for your confidence in my ability to do this.  I leaned on your strength more than you could ever know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you mom, Valery, Kathy, and my sisters for making our home birth such a perfect experience.  A very special thanks to Amber and Jon for opening their home to us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you enjoy all the pics ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOaiDaCSnI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YP9sTalfe3k/s1600-h/358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369305090576501362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOaiDaCSnI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YP9sTalfe3k/s320/358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOahrpHvKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/X1FUgptHoYI/s1600-h/364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369305084197321890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOahrpHvKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/X1FUgptHoYI/s320/364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOag7DZ43I/AAAAAAAAAbg/FCHNTagLkhs/s1600-h/383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369305071154226034" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOWezV1ycI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ZGcY_ENOuHk/s320/239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOU6jYHKQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/drXs8w6kOdo/s1600-h/246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369298914405460226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOU6jYHKQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/drXs8w6kOdo/s320/246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOU5cP83rI/AAAAAAAAAZo/d9ohWMCMMgQ/s1600-h/247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369298895312314034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOU5cP83rI/AAAAAAAAAZo/d9ohWMCMMgQ/s320/247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brielle was adorable.  As soon as she saw the baby in my arms she left the room and came back with a baby of her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOU4xRZUWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Gr4tGCA9EAM/s1600-h/251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369298883775648098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOU4xRZUWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Gr4tGCA9EAM/s320/251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOU4dv9bwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RsYYaMfGQGs/s1600-h/253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369298878535134978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOU4dv9bwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RsYYaMfGQGs/s320/253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOSn4Zf7_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/9At7BEQaS0g/s1600-h/255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369296394607652850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOSn4Zf7_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/9At7BEQaS0g/s320/255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't seen any major signs of jealousy from Brielle.  She wants to hold her and love on her all the time.  Sometimes she gets over excited and loves a little too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOSnRZbf8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/vL-MUezU85c/s1600-h/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369296384138379202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoOSnRZbf8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/vL-MUezU85c/s320/259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/8216104086925856231-698576525544554708?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/698576525544554708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=698576525544554708' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/698576525544554708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/698576525544554708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-stork-came-early.html' title='Our Stork Came Early!!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SoObwk8lPJI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YcFgOB3GQ6M/s72-c/417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-7693811259317399083</id><published>2009-04-05T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:38:10.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR DANCING DIVA TURNS ONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; is my April Fool's baby--born April 1st at 1:01 p.m. I absolutely LOVE that I have an April Fools Girl!! So Wednesday, April 1, we celebrated with a birthday party. I have to tell you, I so enjoyed planning and preparing for her special day. I decided early on that I wanted to make her a tutu and with the help of my talented friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kamee&lt;/span&gt;, we made we the most adorable multi-colored pink tutu. Her colors were pink, black, and silver and her theme was 'Dancing Diva.' I could not bring myself to incorporate any TV or Disney characters into her birthday party because she just has not shown any real interest in any yet; however, she absolutely loves to dance!!! Her favorite part of every afternoon is when I break out the little floor radio and let her turn it on and control the volume. She likes the volume as loud as it can go and she goes to town with moves that even I envy. She giggles and squeals every now and then to let me know she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; pleased with herself! ADORABLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to split her birthday party into two parts--a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; with my girl friends and their kids in the afternoon and family in the evening. When all of my friends and the kids had arrived, I woke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; from her nap only to discover she was running a fever and feeling miserable. I was heart broken! Of all the days for her to get sick and without any kind of warning!! She wouldn't let me leave her sight and I spent most of the party trying to make her comfortable and happy. It wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; most of the group had gone and only a couple of my girl friends remained that she finally perked up. To my relief she started to play along with the three little ones that were still here and we were able to salvage what was left of the afternoon. All in all, it turned out pretty good. Thanks so much to all who came and for the fun new toys, books, and adorable clothes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between parties I put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; down for another much needed nap and got things cleaned and ready for round two. I was so relieved to find my Elle-May quite the different little girl when she woke up. She let me dress her in her adorable tutu and waved to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; when I brought her out for her birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;debut&lt;/span&gt;. The night was so much fun! I loved having all of my family packed into my kitchen, dining room and living room. This was the large family get together that we have ever hosted, and I was a bit nervous about our small quarters. But it was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; aunts, uncles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;, grandparents, and friends for making her first birthday special ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an attempt to put the pictures I have posted in some kind of an order, but all my efforts were wasted because they still ended up all over the place. SORRY. But hey, enjoy none-the-less ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOP-DS-3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8fgC4U_zilU/s1600-h/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321440839720958834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOP-DS-3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8fgC4U_zilU/s320/161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my favorite pic of my sweet birthday girl enjoying her cake. You really should click on it to blow it up--WAY better bigger! She was a little bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;timid&lt;/span&gt; at first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; she discovered that all the little candies on the cake tasted like nothing she had ever had before. And to make it better mom and dad were not stopping her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOPmYTs2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/KqICQyZSM04/s1600-h/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321440833366635362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOPmYTs2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/KqICQyZSM04/s320/154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said a little timid, shy. But she eventually caught the hang of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOPrd27aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y3vsXAlK-RA/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321440834732092834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOPrd27aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y3vsXAlK-RA/s320/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Elle-May feeding her birthday cake to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; truly. This picture was taken at the friend party. Great shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Suikim&lt;/span&gt;--Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOPRA3y_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/NrHMmsqkzQg/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321440827631193074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOPRA3y_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/NrHMmsqkzQg/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictured is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cydni&lt;/span&gt; with her little boy Hayden and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; with her son Carson. I have to take just a second and highlight the birthday banner hanging in back. It was my first attempt at anything like this and even though I spent way to much time on it, it turned out adorable!! I love that now I have something special to hang up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; birthday every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOPIm8P8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/aaBXBR_OzT4/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321440825374949314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOPIm8P8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/aaBXBR_OzT4/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Brittnee&lt;/span&gt; with her two little girls, Abby and Aisha; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Camee&lt;/span&gt; and her daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cavery&lt;/span&gt;; and Hayden and Carson again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmLYdgShKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/FZkJYtGVPiw/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321437687068132514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmLYdgShKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/FZkJYtGVPiw/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute shot of everyone enjoying the birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmLYc24Q2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/bR8S-dps4Eo/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321437686894445410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmLYc24Q2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/bR8S-dps4Eo/s320/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmLYL_AqfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lbomzFdWpAA/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321437682365147634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmLYL_AqfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lbomzFdWpAA/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay--this one is a little out of order. That morning Ryan and I got up early to decorate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; cake. We had decided very early on that the perfect cake would be a pink, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; boom box because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; loves to shake her stuff while standing over my radio. I really can't take much credit for this adorable little masterpiece because Ryan did the majority of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmLYJovfJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZIy9vOrObFg/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321437681734876306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmLYJovfJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZIy9vOrObFg/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;, I included this picture for you so that you will know how much your daddy loves you and wants so badly to be a part of your special days. He was so careful to make sure everything was absolutely perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmIyWk09CI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yRZJdHCDqa0/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321434833349833762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmIyWk09CI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yRZJdHCDqa0/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor sick thing looks ready to puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmIyDJoYbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/N5WTWLk0leU/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321434828135489970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmIyDJoYbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/N5WTWLk0leU/s320/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the best picture that I got of her in her birthday get up. Her tutu looked adorable (Thanks again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kamee&lt;/span&gt;) and I found some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;leggins&lt;/span&gt; that matched perfectly. To top of her outfit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; made her two of the cutest hair bows ever--Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmIyMvi26I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6qkHlgMDsLE/s1600-h/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321434830710430626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmIyMvi26I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6qkHlgMDsLE/s320/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; gather 'round to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; open her gifts. From left to right is Ashely (sister), Amber and Jon (sister &amp;amp; bro-in-law), Jake, Katie, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Kinnley&lt;/span&gt; (Brother, sis-in-law, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;), and Dad. Not pictured was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Brittnie&lt;/span&gt; and Ryan (sis and bro-in law) and many of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmIxwAoB7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/4g65MIkmOX4/s1600-h/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321434822997444530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmIxwAoB7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/4g65MIkmOX4/s320/152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting pretty while we all sang 'Happy Birthday.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love you sweet girl!! Happy number one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-7693811259317399083?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7693811259317399083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=7693811259317399083' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7693811259317399083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7693811259317399083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-dancing-diva-turns-one.html' title='OUR DANCING DIVA TURNS ONE!!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SdmOP-DS-3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8fgC4U_zilU/s72-c/161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-5562060811280959601</id><published>2009-04-05T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:28:50.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUGAR &amp; SPICE . . .</title><content type='html'>AND all that's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .  .  .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Sdl_166e85I/AAAAAAAAAWY/IwI4kmBpIL4/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321424999039300498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Sdl_166e85I/AAAAAAAAAWY/IwI4kmBpIL4/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are made of!!  Yep, ultra sound showed we are expecting another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--FUN!  I guess my so called 'mother's intuition' was malfunctioning this time because I was quite confident it was a boy.  A large part of me was hoping it was a girl though because she and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; will only be 16 months apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Sdl_1lUY5WI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uStzmWYxitQ/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321424993242375522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Sdl_1lUY5WI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uStzmWYxitQ/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVED this picture of her little foot.  Precious ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have decided to go with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rigby&lt;/span&gt; Birthing Center for this pregnancy.  And even though I took the Bradley Method birthing classes just before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; was born, I am going to start again this Wednesday.  I know what natural child birth is like, but there is something about those classes that really builds my self-confidence and creates a special bond with this sweet baby growing in me.  The women who teaches the classes (along with her husband) also acted as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Douala&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; birth.  She is now making my transition into the birthing center even easier because she is training as a mid-wife there.          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It is still hard for me to believe that I am 21 weeks pregnant because my Elle-May (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;) is still such a BABY!  And it doesn't help that this pregnancy is flying by!!  To be quite honest, I am little scared.  But I am also so, so excited to have another little one for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; sake.  Sometimes she just gets so lonely. &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/8216104086925856231-5562060811280959601?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5562060811280959601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=5562060811280959601' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/5562060811280959601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/5562060811280959601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2009/04/sugar-spice.html' title='SUGAR &amp; SPICE . . .'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/Sdl_166e85I/AAAAAAAAAWY/IwI4kmBpIL4/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-7291999379592399545</id><published>2009-03-17T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:56:36.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day Everyone</title><content type='html'>I just about let St. Patrick's Day come and go without doing anything special to celebrate it.  But thanks to my mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; got a little taste of green and some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt; for the afternoon.  Grandma always goes the extra mile to make every holiday special for everyone and St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Patrick's&lt;/span&gt; Day is no exception.  She starts out by taking all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;leprechaun&lt;/span&gt; hunt outside where the kids find little golden nugget treasures that the little green men have left behind.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; and I were a bit late getting there so we missed the hunt this year.  Then she breaks out crafts, movies, stories, and all kinds of good things to eat.  She really is the kind of grandma every child dreams of --thanks mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGq73qdMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HuugNBkMsEo/s1600-h/319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314395632480974018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGq73qdMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HuugNBkMsEo/s320/319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I attempted to get a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kinnley&lt;/span&gt;, who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; closest cousin in age.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kinnley&lt;/span&gt; was more interested in figuring out if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; was real or fake.  Check out the way she is poking at her cheek.  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGq5ulJgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8YGqk3JQYnc/s1600-h/323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314395631906006530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGq5ulJgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8YGqk3JQYnc/s320/323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet girl surrounded by her aunt Amber (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; second mom) and aunt Katie (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kinnley's&lt;/span&gt; mom).  Ah, precious moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGqiz1knI/AAAAAAAAAV4/j3eYPUGaDX8/s1600-h/314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314395625754038898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGqiz1knI/AAAAAAAAAV4/j3eYPUGaDX8/s320/314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Need an idea for some cheap fun?  My Ryan is an expert in this area!  Our canister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; sits on wheels so my ingenious husband removed the main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; part, set the highchair tray atop, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;walla&lt;/span&gt;--instant rolling fun for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGqT83FXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/i4cL7MNTNh4/s1600-h/311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314395621765354866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGqT83FXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/i4cL7MNTNh4/s320/311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to include this picture because what you are seeing is a huge milestone for all of us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; has graduated to a forward facing car seat.  She was looking a bit ridiculous in the infant seat, but truth be told, I was reluctant to move her up because how I have loved sneaking through the drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thru's&lt;/span&gt; and enjoying my greasy fries and sinfully delicious shakes all by myself.  Gone are those days because now she is a witness to everything I do (and a participant in everything I eat).  I have to admit I love being able to interact with her while I drive down the road or watch her wave her little arm to the music on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGqcMMXMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fTdfDf5RSKc/s1600-h/305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314395623977147586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGqcMMXMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fTdfDf5RSKc/s320/305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan's dad, Leland, sent a happy belated valentines package.  It was filled with sweet treats that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; has never had the pleasure of trying.  As you can tell, she was very cautious and timid about the whole experience.  OR NOT!  Thanks Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-7291999379592399545?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7291999379592399545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=7291999379592399545' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7291999379592399545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7291999379592399545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day-everyone.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day Everyone'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/ScCGq73qdMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HuugNBkMsEo/s72-c/319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-5164733297605757824</id><published>2009-03-05T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:07:16.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR MY HUBBY</title><content type='html'>My living room is covered in toys.  There is a LARGE pile of clothes sitting on my couch apparently not folding itself.  The dinner dishes are only partially cleared.  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; is laying in bed repeating “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;” rather than sleeping.  And yet, I am blogging.  But I feel extremely justified in my reasons.  On Tuesday my hubby had a birthday and turned to big Three O.  There was no time in the day for fun and celebration because he started work at 5:30 am and got home around 11:30pm.  In hopes of making it kind of special, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; and I made him a card and baked him some super-duper delicious brownies.   The three of us had big plans of slipping away for the weekend and celebrating his birthday in Boise, but just our luck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; got sick and Ryan is flying solo in Boise for the next few days.  SAD!  So babe, I hope you are having a good time, but hurry home because your girls are missing you   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbClxe7pbWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zmaYpr8dfZY/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309926230205230434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbClxe7pbWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zmaYpr8dfZY/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbClw2y2HkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LrYUjx7K6nk/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309926219430895170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbClw2y2HkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LrYUjx7K6nk/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; is making her best attempt to use this marker and tell dad "happy Birthday."  When all was said and done, her hands and feet were covered in a beautiful mixture of color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCkA448G7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qNFnxrXAnAw/s1600-h/Foster+Family+Foto+Shoot+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309924295847975858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCkA448G7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qNFnxrXAnAw/s320/Foster+Family+Foto+Shoot+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I have never been very vocal about how much I care about Ryan.  He is such a hard worker and ensures that life for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; and me is very comfortable.  He has such a drive and determination about him to succeed and he takes so much pride in everything he does.  I am so proud to let others know that I am Ryan Foster's wife!  I can't believe how much our relationship has grown since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; birth.  I always hoped the man I married would be a good dad, but good does not begin to describe the kind of father Ryan is.  I don' t know many men who will stay up all night with there little girl when she is sick only to go to work at 5:30am; or change her diaper and make a bottle every morning so mom can stay in bed a little longer; or (my personal favorite) take his pride and joy out for a daddy-daughter ball game night while mom stays home and gets some much needed work done.  Yep ladies, I caught a great one!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, one of Ryan's wholesalers put on a plumbing convention in Seattle.  They flew us out, put us up in an awesome hotel, and took us out to an amazing dinner.  We got the royal treatment!  It was the first time I had ever spent a night away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; and I missed her like crazy, but I loved having some alone time with Ryan.  I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; to death, but I have to admit sometimes it is hard to share him!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a couple hours at the convention then set out with a group of six others to see a part of Seattle that many don't even know exists.  We went on the underground tour of what was once the original Seattle.  After a fire destroyed much of the main town area, they simply built over the top of the first floors of the buildings.  It was so different than what I had expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCkAl38TZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5PQV3dO3I4I/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309924290743520658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCkAl38TZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5PQV3dO3I4I/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hard to explain what is pictured here, but we are standing under the existing sidewalks in downtown Seattle and you are looking at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; first floor of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCkAHPhdjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/I8SKy6ssB9Y/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309924282520925746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCkAHPhdjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/I8SKy6ssB9Y/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This toilet is one of the firsts and it's real name is 'the crapper' named after Thomas Crapper (I think).  Ryan had to have a picture in front of an original 'crapper'.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt;,  plumbing thing, or guy thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCj__FI-aI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CWgW1rAosTw/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309924280329894306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCj__FI-aI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CWgW1rAosTw/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to throw in a couple of pics of daddy and his little girl.  A couple weeks ago we went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Inkom&lt;/span&gt; with my family and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; experienced her first sled ride down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCj_Z3eWDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7hzHVchYoyk/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309924270340462642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbCj_Z3eWDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7hzHVchYoyk/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which one is enjoying the ball game more?  Ryan and the crew we sit with always get the seats right on the floor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; is Shelley's most enthusiastic cheer leader!  These are special moments for Ryan when he gets to watch his baby girl get as excited about basketball as he is!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-5164733297605757824?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5164733297605757824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=5164733297605757824' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/5164733297605757824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/5164733297605757824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-for-my-hubby.html' title='JUST FOR MY HUBBY'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SbClxe7pbWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zmaYpr8dfZY/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-583873370608489843</id><published>2009-02-20T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:15:50.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby News!!</title><content type='html'>This is my second post today, but I feel like this news deserves its very own.  I'm pregnant!  Okay, so I know that this news does not come as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; to many of you, but this is my official blog announcement.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm a little over 16 weeks along (I think :) and how many times have I been to the doctor you ask?  Once!!  I am still debating as to whether I want to deliver at the hospital again with a doctor and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt;, or go to the birthing center in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rigby&lt;/span&gt; and use the mid-wives.  One thing is for sure, I am freaking myself out because this pregnancy is going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; fast.  I have a feeling it is a boy but only because I have been way more sick this time and getting fat way faster.  Ryan thinks it is a boy because according to him I am mean this time.  Sad!  So what is it ladies, do boys really have these affects on us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ795rQGw4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/HoV-ZUPn_As/s1600-h/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956578393670530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ795rQGw4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/HoV-ZUPn_As/s400/159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally got brave and chopped my hair again the other day.  My hair seems to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;outward&lt;/span&gt; declaration of any big change in my life.  I went lighter rather than doing my normal dark color and I am really happy with it!  Ryan was all for me going boy short and bleaching it blond, but come month 8 my face will balloon up and I would rather not have any hair to hide it!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for the awkward picture--there is a feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; turning the lens on only yourself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8216104086925856231-583873370608489843?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/583873370608489843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=583873370608489843' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/583873370608489843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/583873370608489843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-news.html' title='Baby News!!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ795rQGw4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/HoV-ZUPn_As/s72-c/159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-271455682662494350</id><published>2009-02-20T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:53:20.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Hugh?</title><content type='html'>Yep, I know Christmas is ancient news, but being that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; FIRST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; I have to write a little blurb.  Opening her presents was an event that was stretched across three days.  Not because Santa brought a ton or anything, but she was content to open one or two and then had the time of her life exploring those.  I felt too bad taking her things away and trying to divert her attention to something else.  So we let her go at her own pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ74HrXJicI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Bsh3aZnIlsU/s1600-h/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304950221871614402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ74HrXJicI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Bsh3aZnIlsU/s400/121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ74HWtlMuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AnStL89vaO0/s1600-h/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304950216328557282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ74HWtlMuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AnStL89vaO0/s400/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my last post in December (ugh, really not very good that this) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; is now crawling at the speed of light and walking along anything that can support her weight.  Speaking of weight, my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chunk&lt;/span&gt; is around 21 lbs and we are reminded of this anytime someone picks her up.  She doesn't look overweight, she is just a solid little girl.  She is quite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gabber&lt;/span&gt; and I can't wait to understand all the exciting / funny things she is telling me all about.  Her favorite word is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dadda&lt;/span&gt;" followed by "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;babba&lt;/span&gt;."  And yes I am a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt;" hasn't quite found its way into her vocabulary yet!  She is proving to be a very talented entertainer.  If she wants to be part of the conversations taking place around her, she just squishes up her face and does this adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;squeaky&lt;/span&gt;, fake laugh.  That does the trick--immediately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; becomes the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ74HUUTbRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HnbRDwdKKf0/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304950215685664018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ74HUUTbRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HnbRDwdKKf0/s400/143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-271455682662494350?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/271455682662494350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=271455682662494350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/271455682662494350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/271455682662494350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-hugh.html' title='February Hugh?'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SZ74HrXJicI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Bsh3aZnIlsU/s72-c/121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-5271004360844736339</id><published>2008-12-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:58:34.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just One . . . But Three!</title><content type='html'>Our family is packing a little extra around the middle area these days. Thanksgiving began one week early with a glorious trip to the Oregon Coast. We spent the weekend at a HUGE beach house in Lincoln city celebrating the up-coming Holiday with Ryan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;. Ryan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;, and I got totally spoiled with the best room (or should I say suite) in the whole house--complete with a king size bed, jetted tub, personal TV, and Ocean view balcony. There are some awesome perks to having a baby and a wonderful Grandma who none-stop spoils!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmR2VOJMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Aafm3VN4biY/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275797945316156610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmR2VOJMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Aafm3VN4biY/s400/DSC01740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are just taking off from the IF airport in this pic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; was super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with the quick changing view out her window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmRfsU2WI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BMqoeCq_09I/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275797939239049570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmRfsU2WI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BMqoeCq_09I/s400/DSC01747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe that she has been on 15 flights already?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmRMCykOI/AAAAAAAAATs/trfcKYsIBBE/s1600-h/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275797933964562658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmRMCykOI/AAAAAAAAATs/trfcKYsIBBE/s400/DSC01753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first night at the beach and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; is ready to get the party started!! SO this is the BEFORE picture . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmQ02HwXI/AAAAAAAAATk/jGTdvBjnMhA/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275797927737409906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmQ02HwXI/AAAAAAAAATk/jGTdvBjnMhA/s400/DSC01762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the AFTER . . . . . . . . If you look closely her shirt says "Let's party in my room 2:00 am Bring your own bottle" A gift from Grandma Maureen picked up in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmQkt7ssI/AAAAAAAAATc/vws2g1573X0/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275797923408097986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmQkt7ssI/AAAAAAAAATc/vws2g1573X0/s400/DSC01764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some football fun with Aunt Amy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj80_kXlI/AAAAAAAAATU/BTad0LwUi7U/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795385156394578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj80_kXlI/AAAAAAAAATU/BTad0LwUi7U/s400/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was excited to introduce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; to the beach and the beautiful Ocean. I have always said I was born in the wrong state--I was supposed to grow up next to a warm beach. Maybe my dream of owning my own island will come true some day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj8uUN30I/AAAAAAAAATM/fvLmReSALYo/s1600-h/DSC01826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795383363952450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj8uUN30I/AAAAAAAAATM/fvLmReSALYo/s400/DSC01826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;balcony&lt;/span&gt;. What a precious shot of the two of 'em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Thanksgiving day at my Grandma Bowman's house where we ate yet again of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj8v5TzJI/AAAAAAAAATE/ifVg4pEeBi8/s1600-h/DSC01853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795383787965586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj8v5TzJI/AAAAAAAAATE/ifVg4pEeBi8/s400/DSC01853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After stuffing our faces we all went around and said what we are thankful for. I have to share with you what my Grandma Patterson said because I intend to make it into a bumper sticker and make my millions :) As she was expressing her love for my Grandpa she told us, "In all my years of marriage I've never considered divorce--murder maybe--but never divorce." My Grams should have been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stand up&lt;/span&gt; comedian. I would have paid good money to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj8OUhh-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/YtcAy_hXm0E/s1600-h/DSC01891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795374775306210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj8OUhh-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/YtcAy_hXm0E/s400/DSC01891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught Grandma eating hot chocolate from the package. This is her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coaxing&lt;/span&gt; Grandpa into "just a bite." I missed the After pic of the face he pulled when he gave in--Oh it was PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj7-Z-KGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Mv9Q9PV53Mc/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795370503186530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdj7-Z-KGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Mv9Q9PV53Mc/s400/DSC01866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A four-generation shot. Grandma Bowman, my mom, me, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;-baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our third and final Thanksgiving celebration was spent at Amber's home (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; other home, or so she thinks). I am sad to say I only took a handful of pics there so I need to get better about breaking out my camera when we are with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for some awesome Thanksgiving memories EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-5271004360844736339?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5271004360844736339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=5271004360844736339' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/5271004360844736339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/5271004360844736339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-just-one-but-three.html' title='Not Just One . . . But Three!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/STdmR2VOJMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Aafm3VN4biY/s72-c/DSC01740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-6112944680814219787</id><published>2008-11-12T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:24:45.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why deprive you of these great ones!</title><content type='html'>I was looking through some of my latest precious moments caught on camera and decided to share a few of my favs. And so for your enjoyment I give you the adorable, way-too-cute, little character we call Brielle Cynthia!!! (What an intro hugh?! I am watching the CMA awards while I blog--need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu_ZXhWoxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/DvqUvLtYHe4/s1600-h/451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268014631671472914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu_ZXhWoxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/DvqUvLtYHe4/s400/451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to prepare my lesson on Sunday and Brielle kept trying to punch the keys on my lap top. So my brilliant husband broke out our old one and let her go to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu_ZLG4yyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gQqbeIlMJ3c/s1600-h/453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268014628339239714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu_ZLG4yyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gQqbeIlMJ3c/s400/453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed my butt off when I saw this pic!! It perfectly captures Brielle in her truest form--A LITTLE HAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu93asjj7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/PFiE4UFs1_k/s1600-h/467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012948896583602" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu93asjj7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/PFiE4UFs1_k/s400/467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite the innocent, can-do-no-wrong look. If she gets any better at it I am in real trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu93B6xiFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/nOQesMR9lo8/s1600-h/468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012942245333074" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu93B6xiFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/nOQesMR9lo8/s400/468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean pose like this mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu92p1x4hI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nDurHH1jpbE/s1600-h/DSC01669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012935781933586" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu92p1x4hI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nDurHH1jpbE/s400/DSC01669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up for Church. This is actually her 12-month Christmas dress. But as all you mothers know their clothes NEVER fit when they are supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu92YxlOCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/56UXXpcZD58/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012931200923682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu92YxlOCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/56UXXpcZD58/s400/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real crawling action in the near future. She has mastered the rolling, rocking, and scooting. I tried to upload a video, but I think the clip was too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-6112944680814219787?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6112944680814219787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=6112944680814219787' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/6112944680814219787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/6112944680814219787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-deprive-you-of-these-great-ones.html' title='Why deprive you of these great ones!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRu_ZXhWoxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/DvqUvLtYHe4/s72-c/451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-597645154664782338</id><published>2008-11-12T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:25:00.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Move In the Horizon</title><content type='html'>Yep, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  We are literally hours away from being back in our home!  For those of you who didn't know, we have been doing our "little" remodel job since January 1 of this year.  We intended the project to take no longer than a couple of weeks.  And eventually our deadline moved to my due date (April 7).  Well my baby girl is now 7 and 1/2 months old and is a bit confused about her home and real family make-up!  We have been living with my sister, her husband, and three fun children.  As a result, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; is completely convinced that she is one of  four children and call their 8,000 square foot home hers!!  Uh-oh.  Becoming an only child over night is going to be  quite the shock for our little bug (and for me--I love all these built in baby sitters and constant entertainment!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The pics you see here makeup our living area in the Jensen guest room.  "Guest room" does not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accurately&lt;/span&gt; describe what this room has provided for our small family the last 10 months.  Um, lets see--master bedroom, nursery (take note of the pack-n-play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; STILL sleeps in!), office, study, storage room, and quiet hang out.  Ya, I think that about covers it! Don't get me wrong--our living situation has been VERY comfortable.  As I said before, 8000 square feet!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRuxw2nXNHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GJmpoashq9I/s1600-h/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267999641992377458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRuxw2nXNHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GJmpoashq9I/s400/DSC01704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRuxwrwiGHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Rtr7hBRJkpU/s1600-h/DSC01702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267999639078049906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRuxwrwiGHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Rtr7hBRJkpU/s400/DSC01702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRuxwRG4-8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/z5imq-Lu21w/s1600-h/DSC01662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267999631924067266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRuxwRG4-8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/z5imq-Lu21w/s400/DSC01662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRuxvh45FzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/R3esViYny6Y/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267999619248887602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRuxvh45FzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/R3esViYny6Y/s400/DSC01736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;-lee girl just adores her cousins.  This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tehya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tanneyce&lt;/span&gt;--my great "little mommies."  Not pictured is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Treyce&lt;/span&gt;.  He has a special way with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;--he just has to look at her and she laughs out loud!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A HUGE thank you to the Amber, Jon, and kids for opening their home to us this year.  We had some great times and now have some awesome memories!!  WE LOVE YOU ALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still to come are the pics of our "NEW" old home.  Stay tuned . . . &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/8216104086925856231-597645154664782338?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/597645154664782338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=597645154664782338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/597645154664782338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/597645154664782338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/11/move-in-horizon.html' title='A Move In the Horizon'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SRuxw2nXNHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GJmpoashq9I/s72-c/DSC01704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-6903406647943331187</id><published>2008-11-02T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:08:43.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pumpkin Walk and an Adorable Lion</title><content type='html'>On Friday Ryan took the afternoon off from work and met us in Shelley to go through the Pumpkin Walk.  I was so impressed with all the fun, creative ideas that people had for all their pumkins scenes.  One of my favorites was the Seseme Street one--cute, Hugh?!  The Spider Man and bus cut-outs provided some adorable photo-ops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6ShU4VmeI/AAAAAAAAANs/b-GoYMA7igI/s1600-h/501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264306115681032674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6ShU4VmeI/AAAAAAAAANs/b-GoYMA7igI/s400/501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6ShYpi0GI/AAAAAAAAANk/O-ViIJjXHes/s1600-h/502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264306116692725858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6ShYpi0GI/AAAAAAAAANk/O-ViIJjXHes/s400/502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6SgwKharI/AAAAAAAAANc/j7am_aB-EbA/s1600-h/508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264306105825192626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6SgwKharI/AAAAAAAAANc/j7am_aB-EbA/s400/508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6SgkRkSXI/AAAAAAAAANU/qFX1oc4yzuU/s1600-h/513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264306102633515378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6SgkRkSXI/AAAAAAAAANU/qFX1oc4yzuU/s400/513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we dressed Brielle in her lion costume (curtesy of Cilla-Thanks!) and painted her face up.  I wasn't thinking when I used thick, black halloween face paint and just as we were loading her in the car a very tired Brielle rubbed her eyes and nose and smeared the paint.  So I washed it off and raced to the church for dinner and trunck-r-treat.  I am half tempted to put her in her costume again tomorrow and take more pics becuase this one just doesn't do her justice.  She was just yummy with her face all painted up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-6903406647943331187?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6903406647943331187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=6903406647943331187' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/6903406647943331187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/6903406647943331187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-walk-and-adorable-lion.html' title='A Pumpkin Walk and an Adorable Lion'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6ShU4VmeI/AAAAAAAAANs/b-GoYMA7igI/s72-c/501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-8948807980403267742</id><published>2008-11-02T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:47:08.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick visit to Oregon</title><content type='html'>We recently made a quick trip to Oregon on account of the passing of Ryan's grandpa.  Initially Ryan flew out by himself with the intent of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; and me staying home.  But after a couple of days, my mother-in-law (Grandma Maureen) called and wanted to fly us out as a surprise for Ryan.  The surprise was a success!!  We made it all the way from Idaho Falls to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woodburn&lt;/span&gt;, and were waiting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maureen's&lt;/span&gt; house when a surprised Ryan walked through the door.  He claimed that earlier in the day he had become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt; when I wouldn't answer my phone, but then his hopes were dashed when I lied to him and told him I was getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; ears pierced and couldn't answer his call.  My detailed story of the event distracted him enough to believe that we were still in Idaho when we were actually making the ride from the Portland airport to Grandma's house.  Thanks for the fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Surprise&lt;/span&gt; Maureen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6KnNCivqI/AAAAAAAAANM/qVlEejCCI5s/s1600-h/424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297420562546338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6KnNCivqI/AAAAAAAAANM/qVlEejCCI5s/s400/424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A last minute item in daddy's suitcase as he packed for Oregon!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6KmmYv0iI/AAAAAAAAANE/4h978AyIY8o/s1600-h/430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297410186695202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6KmmYv0iI/AAAAAAAAANE/4h978AyIY8o/s400/430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;-girl on our flight to Portland.  She is such a little trooper when it comes to flying!  Talk about a real people person; by the time we walk of the plane, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; has become very well acquainted with EVERYONE seated around us! What a ham!! &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6KmniLptI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VJNeCIN5lSw/s1600-h/438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297410494703314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6KmniLptI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VJNeCIN5lSw/s400/438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A family photo at the grave site. &lt;br /&gt;Grandpa's funeral was a beautiful one!  I learned what an incredible life Grandpa had led, experienced my first mass and then was honored when the family asked me to sing Amazing Grace at the grave site.  I so wish I had a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; with Grandpa to post, but we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; when we discovered we never took a single pic of the two of them together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6I9UYFlmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/b2giy4DjejY/s1600-h/431.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6I9O82P9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/jPGLKW3V0P0/s1600-h/427.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6I8_u-hmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gfG-YbSDBPU/s1600-h/424.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/8216104086925856231-8948807980403267742?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8948807980403267742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=8948807980403267742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/8948807980403267742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/8948807980403267742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-visit-to-oregon.html' title='A quick visit to Oregon'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SQ6KnNCivqI/AAAAAAAAANM/qVlEejCCI5s/s72-c/424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-4901766067456102334</id><published>2008-11-02T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:54:06.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Spare You the Excuses . . .</title><content type='html'>I will spare spare you the excuses because I have no great ones. I would tell you that I have been too busy, but we are all over-scheduled and stretched to our limits and yet you all still manage to post weekly (if not more). Way to be!!  Sometimes I even avoid looking at your blogs because it only brings feelings of guilt--I have a problem, I know!:) So instead I will let you be my inspiration and consider this more of a family journal with the hope of printing it as a book. Perhaps with this intent in mind I will post more often.  So we will give it another go . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-4901766067456102334?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4901766067456102334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=4901766067456102334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/4901766067456102334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/4901766067456102334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-spare-you-excuses.html' title='I Will Spare You the Excuses . . .'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-1156751554579605885</id><published>2008-08-16T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:24:03.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't live without out it!!!!</title><content type='html'>As a shower gift my sis-in-law- gave me a hand made '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minkee&lt;/span&gt;' to act as a comfort toy for my sweet baby girl. I had never seen anything like it and immediately fell in love with it. . . but I never knew how dependent I would become on in, or should I say how dependent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; would be on it. Our bedtime routine is never quite complete until I place this adorable little puppy in her arms. Instantly, her fingers go to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caressing&lt;/span&gt; and loving her soft friend. I'm sure each one of us can think back to a special something that we loved no matter how dirty, tattered, and disgusting it got. When I was small I had a handmade blanket that was for me what this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minkee&lt;/span&gt; is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I knew where that blanket was because I would love to have it as a sweet childhood keepsake. My hope is that years down the road when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; has long outgrown the need for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;minkee&lt;/span&gt; she will still treasure her little friend and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; the memories that naturally attach themselves to such comfort toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see some adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;minkees&lt;/span&gt; visit this link &lt;a href="http://www.atouchofkami.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.atouchofkami.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Every little one needs one of these!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a couple of my favorite pics of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;minkee&lt;/span&gt;.  Sorry I tried and tried to get the first one flipped but alas still sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SKhc9foHYzI/AAAAAAAAALw/jmyD1c3AJTs/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235536778349732658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SKhc9foHYzI/AAAAAAAAALw/jmyD1c3AJTs/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A NOT SO HAPPY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BRIELLE&lt;/span&gt; WITH HER FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SKhcWeNTsFI/AAAAAAAAALo/4tqs-uWncO4/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SKhbhLvDl9I/AAAAAAAAALY/-M7Y9irygDI/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SKhbhffnbFI/AAAAAAAAALg/QEb1QYtBZpY/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235535197766118482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SKhbhffnbFI/AAAAAAAAALg/QEb1QYtBZpY/s400/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WORK THE CAMERA SWEETHEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-1156751554579605885?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1156751554579605885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=1156751554579605885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/1156751554579605885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/1156751554579605885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-live-without-out-it.html' title='Can&apos;t live without out it!!!!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SKhc9foHYzI/AAAAAAAAALw/jmyD1c3AJTs/s72-c/DSC00562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-4944511590142992589</id><published>2008-08-08T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:58:45.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WET AND WILD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year our ward holds a community party for everyone in the ward boundaries. It is always a huge hit! Great food, friends and fun!! This year the activities committee rented a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gigantic&lt;/span&gt; blowup water slide for the KIDS. After the water fight (that the adults started :) we decided to give the water slide a try. I had no intentions of getting even a drop of water on me, but as the pics reveal the BIG KID in me came out. Luckily, I was not alone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJ04d6-sCBI/AAAAAAAAALA/N0RRTDRtPrk/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232400428773935122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJ04d6-sCBI/AAAAAAAAALA/N0RRTDRtPrk/s400/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE ARE ALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DRENCHED&lt;/span&gt;! This group of women &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; adopted me when I moved into the ward 4 years ago. I am so glad they did!!! What a kick in the pants they are!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJ04eNO0vGI/AAAAAAAAALI/DTCmmnuS6Yc/s1600-h/DSC01325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232400433673452642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJ04eNO0vGI/AAAAAAAAALI/DTCmmnuS6Yc/s400/DSC01325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJ04eaYyEnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Yd9on062DKo/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232400437204882034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJ04eaYyEnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Yd9on062DKo/s400/DSC01324.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy on the slide is my brother-in-law, Jon. It is hard to see but I am actually standing at the top of the slide. We both agreed to take the plunge together (which was a much bigger deal for him because he was sporting his dressy work attire).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sad saga of the night involves a little boy, a big water gun, and my precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;--well, not all of her, just her face. I think you can put the parts together. She handled the first shot fine, but the second resulted in lots of tears and a very cute sad face. Sorry no pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-4944511590142992589?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4944511590142992589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=4944511590142992589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/4944511590142992589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/4944511590142992589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/08/wet.html' title='WET AND WILD!!!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJ04d6-sCBI/AAAAAAAAALA/N0RRTDRtPrk/s72-c/DSC01326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-3528398428592178519</id><published>2008-08-02T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:56:12.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAKE, SOME PLANES, AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF "I DOs"</title><content type='html'>I got my pictures back--Yea!!!  And like I said, this summer has been a very busy and exciting one.  I have tried to capture the gist of it in the photos below.  SO here it goes. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew to Oregon for two weddings.  First to Ryan's cousin's and then to his brother's.  They were both absolutely beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUm857XmxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/puJ8A3hsqgY/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230129370044537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUm857XmxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/puJ8A3hsqgY/s400/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan walking his mom down the isle at his brother's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUm9N7ZGmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1439GiRLSPM/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230129375413344866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUm9N7ZGmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1439GiRLSPM/s400/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan was the best man in his brother's wedding (Scott is far left and Ryan is standing next to him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlLwoc6AI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HCUzBLzUfrE/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230127426224056322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlLwoc6AI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HCUzBLzUfrE/s400/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The minister wanted Ryan to pretend like he lost the rings just to make the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ceremony&lt;/span&gt; a little more interesting and memorable.  You make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; couple Scott and Amy!  CONGRATS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlMO9orFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QkAjryV5mzo/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230127434365971538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlMO9orFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QkAjryV5mzo/s400/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and his little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;' pretty for the wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlMZD9AXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sWw7hz18DSg/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230127437076824434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlMZD9AXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sWw7hz18DSg/s400/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and his little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;' pretty for ANOTHER wedding ;)  Don't tell me you can't see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt; in these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlMke2bmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ENwZvWGNNPo/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230127440142429794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlMke2bmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ENwZvWGNNPo/s400/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan and his cousin Kelly at his wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlMzPczMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3qSkG8iGDjY/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230127444104367298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUlMzPczMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3qSkG8iGDjY/s400/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;' at the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have also been spending a lot of time in the camp trailer this summer.  I have decided this is my favorite thing to do with my baby girl and my hubby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUhAF88gaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Amrf4WSlzsM/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230122827742216610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUhAF88gaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Amrf4WSlzsM/s400/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; is such a good sport!  No bath tub in the camp trailer so she makes the best of the little kitchen sink instead.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; loves being naked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUhAXRFAsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/evfyeqRmrZ0/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230122832390062786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUhAXRFAsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/evfyeqRmrZ0/s400/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt;' out down at the beach at Bear Lake.  We spent an entire week here doing nothing but playing beach volley ball, catching some sun, and eating junk food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUhAs0HLDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xTmg-GyNYJQ/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230122838174149682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUhAs0HLDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xTmg-GyNYJQ/s400/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite my efforts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; still came home with a little sun kissed face.  OOPS &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUhAybHpKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fb9ZzF4Atcw/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230122839679935650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUhAybHpKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fb9ZzF4Atcw/s400/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is out of order but we had to get one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; going for her first plane ride to Oregon.  This was a special moment for her daddy because flying planes is a love of his.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; has averaged one flight for every month-old she is (that means 4 plane rides ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUhBfP3MTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Mton3bkcHYE/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-3528398428592178519?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3528398428592178519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=3528398428592178519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/3528398428592178519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/3528398428592178519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/08/lake-some-planes-and-whole-bunch-of-i.html' title='THE LAKE, SOME PLANES, AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF &quot;I DOs&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SJUm857XmxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/puJ8A3hsqgY/s72-c/DSC00849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-5611464472665666779</id><published>2008-08-02T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:00:18.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brielle's Famous Noise When She Is Getting MAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is Brielle's warning noise that she is about to get REALLY upset!  I LOVE IT!!  I am sure that most babies make noises like these but it is always WAY more cute when it is your own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ab83009677be0f7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ab83009677be0f7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B5B2DB28C6477A08A73098ED45A0DC1D53F66E4.18B54588873103106FBED1C02ED0F8F314BD0245%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ab83009677be0f7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh-WScDxjRFI5haDV0LvRRQfT7Lg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ab83009677be0f7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B5B2DB28C6477A08A73098ED45A0DC1D53F66E4.18B54588873103106FBED1C02ED0F8F314BD0245%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ab83009677be0f7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh-WScDxjRFI5haDV0LvRRQfT7Lg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-5611464472665666779?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9ab83009677be0f7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5611464472665666779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=5611464472665666779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/5611464472665666779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/5611464472665666779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/08/brielles-famous-noise-when-she-is.html' title='Brielle&apos;s Famous Noise When She Is Getting MAD!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-2486843387960927203</id><published>2008-07-27T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:49:37.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SI1ZH5OpXmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TiMqzL7ZhNs/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227932734603222626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SI1ZH5OpXmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TiMqzL7ZhNs/s320/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my girl enjoying the day outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SI1ZIEjqCKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JBapx21TkBM/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SI1ZIUAC7KI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgmFr4AzpQw/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227932741789740194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SI1ZIUAC7KI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgmFr4AzpQw/s320/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know how I caught this but I swear it looks like she is posing. How adorable is this pic! Sorry it is sideways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SI1ZIgS3NSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/G3dnRsVH7Kk/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SI1ZI3jPSSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fuwSVyYlS30/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227932751332591906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SI1ZI3jPSSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fuwSVyYlS30/s320/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , I have proved to be a poor blogger. Whenever I get a few minutes to update I get carried away blog hopping and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wakes up and needs my undivided attention. If you notice the time it is currently 11pm. These late night hours have become so precious as I am sure all you fellow mothers can agree. These last months have been busy and exciting for our small family. As a result, I have some fun events to blog about but all of my pictures are in the hands of another (long, scary story). I promise as soon as I have my pics back I will back track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I did have a fun relaxing afternoon yesterday (see pics above). I brought my camera along and got some mother-daughter photos. I felt a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rediculous&lt;/span&gt; lying on the grass trying to get a decent pic of the two of us. It would be one thing if we were in our own secluded back yard, but it is quite another when you have people and cars passing by. We attempted to walk the green belt in Idaho Falls, but the bright sun got the best of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so we parked under the shade of a big pine tree. I put her blanket on the grass and we laid down together. I can't remember the last time that I forgot all about time and my 'to do' lists the way I did yesterday! It was so great!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has never felt grass before--she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with the green prickly stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took her to the doctor last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. She now weighs 14lbs 5oz and she is 24.8 in long. She is in the 75&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;percentile&lt;/span&gt; for both height and weight. I am thrilled that she is growing so well, but so sad that she is doing it so fast. I have decided that I need more of those 'time-standing-still' moments so I don't miss out on these precious months. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; more time outdoors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on a daily routine for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; to help add more structure and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;predictability&lt;/span&gt; to both of our lives. I am more than ready to stop using the excuse that I have a newborn and start being more purposeful in my day. If any of you know some good resources (books or websites) that talk about infant routines PLEASE let me know.&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/8216104086925856231-2486843387960927203?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2486843387960927203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=2486843387960927203' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/2486843387960927203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/2486843387960927203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-still-here.html' title='We are still here!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SI1ZH5OpXmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TiMqzL7ZhNs/s72-c/DSC01159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-7206482500584740130</id><published>2008-05-23T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:11:41.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Fun Pics!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXTIkb8-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4fJzk-vxyw/s1600-h/100_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203723880679338978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXTIkb8-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4fJzk-vxyw/s320/100_0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the pink container that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; was bathed in at the hospital when she was first born.  I didn't have time to take her in the shower with me the other day so I broke out her tub for a quick bath.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expression&lt;/span&gt; on her face is priceless!  I guess I am in complete denial about how big my bug is getting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXTokb8_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sfa-j-vW8mc/s1600-h/100_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203723889269273586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXTokb8_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sfa-j-vW8mc/s320/100_0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry baby girl.  I promise to retire the tub.  But I will continue to stretch out your newborn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;onesies&lt;/span&gt; so I can still tell myself my baby is in newborns!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXUIkb9AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nlIDphTfdFE/s1600-h/102_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203723897859208194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXUIkb9AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nlIDphTfdFE/s320/102_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl friend Michelle taught me how to make these adorable bows -- this is my new favorite past time.  The very talented Michelle made the yellow one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; is wearing.  Thanks Shell!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXUYkb9BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/msJ4k-cD_mM/s1600-h/102_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203723902154175506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXUYkb9BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/msJ4k-cD_mM/s320/102_0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babies never seem to let a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;humerus&lt;/span&gt; moment go by without enjoying it.  (I was making ridiculous faces and noises at her ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXVIkb9CI/AAAAAAAAAHU/diAZpmCA2nI/s1600-h/102_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203723915039077410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXVIkb9CI/AAAAAAAAAHU/diAZpmCA2nI/s320/102_0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off my beautiful big blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-7206482500584740130?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7206482500584740130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=7206482500584740130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7206482500584740130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7206482500584740130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-few-fun-pics.html' title='Just a Few Fun Pics!!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDdXTIkb8-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4fJzk-vxyw/s72-c/100_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-4671379822452712453</id><published>2008-05-20T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:08:10.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ONLY JUST BEGUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDME7mKl0wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/60YmL2Idk6c/s1600-h/100_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well is has taken me longer than I would like to admit, but I have finally learned to navigate this site well enough to put a blog together.  It has actually been a lot of fun!  HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDME72Kl0xI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MHFtFBj9CIs/s1600-h/100_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202507420741784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDME72Kl0xI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MHFtFBj9CIs/s200/100_0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202507429331718946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDME8WKl0yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Alf2g8v00UE/s200/100_0893.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/8216104086925856231-4671379822452712453?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4671379822452712453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=4671379822452712453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/4671379822452712453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/4671379822452712453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-only-just-begun.html' title='IT&apos;S ONLY JUST BEGUN!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDME72Kl0xI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MHFtFBj9CIs/s72-c/100_0894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-7842786836735245861</id><published>2008-05-20T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:11:07.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLESSING DAY</title><content type='html'>We blessed baby Brie on May 4.  She looked absolutely beautiful in her blessing dress that Grandma Patterson got her.  Thanks grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL3LWKl0vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gWIcnWmL2qI/s1600-h/100_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202492293866967794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL3LWKl0vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gWIcnWmL2qI/s320/100_0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2bGKl0qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K4NpAWHWl6c/s1600-h/100_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491464938279586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2bGKl0qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K4NpAWHWl6c/s320/100_0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2bmKl0rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/N2tz5VUFHRc/s1600-h/100_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491473528214194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2bmKl0rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/N2tz5VUFHRc/s320/100_0874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2b2Kl0sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iwMbLf1f6HI/s1600-h/100_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491477823181506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2b2Kl0sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iwMbLf1f6HI/s320/100_0875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2cGKl0tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0aW12LSCPFQ/s1600-h/100_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491482118148818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2cGKl0tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0aW12LSCPFQ/s320/100_0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2cWKl0uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PmBb8m_aBXQ/s1600-h/100_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491486413116130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL2cWKl0uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PmBb8m_aBXQ/s320/100_0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-7842786836735245861?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7842786836735245861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=7842786836735245861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7842786836735245861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7842786836735245861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/05/blessing-day.html' title='BLESSING DAY'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDL3LWKl0vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gWIcnWmL2qI/s72-c/100_0879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-7096357862740831509</id><published>2008-05-16T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:45:31.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend with Grandma, Uncle Scott &amp; Aunt Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On April 18, Grandma Maureen, Uncle Scott and Aunt Amy made the trip from Oregon to meet baby Brielle for the first time. It was such a great weekend!! Baby girl got spoiled with lots of gifts, love, and attention. Thanks you guys--we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLqqmKl0pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/B5E7lM21Lc8/s1600-h/100_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202478537086718610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLqqmKl0pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/B5E7lM21Lc8/s320/100_0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud Grandma holding her first grandchild for the first time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLpzmKl0mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3zCkWTWtdeE/s1600-h/FSCN1296_itA_042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202477592193913442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLpzmKl0mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3zCkWTWtdeE/s320/FSCN1296_itA_042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy lovin' his girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLp0GKl0nI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Lni0s-ogdWk/s1600-h/FSCN1267_itA_021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202477600783848050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLp0GKl0nI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Lni0s-ogdWk/s320/FSCN1267_itA_021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little one on one time with my grandma! And look, I am awake!! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLp0mKl0oI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OK6N8iCz2kM/s1600-h/FSCN1272_itA_024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202477609373782658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLp0mKl0oI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OK6N8iCz2kM/s320/FSCN1272_itA_024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud parents!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLnLWKl0lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/F5ByLtJq5P8/s1600-h/mommy+and+baby+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474701680923218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLnLWKl0lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/F5ByLtJq5P8/s320/mommy+and+baby+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time seems to stand still with her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLieGKl0gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zAQKyHw8rqo/s1600-h/FSCN1283_itA_031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202469526245331458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLieGKl0gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zAQKyHw8rqo/s320/FSCN1283_itA_031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How does it feel to have the new titles of Aunt and Uncle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLieWKl0hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/53_R1iUjkxw/s1600-h/FSCN1302_itA_048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202469530540298770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLieWKl0hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/53_R1iUjkxw/s320/FSCN1302_itA_048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feelin' a little lost without a baby in our arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLiemKl0iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/L7fx5B8RhOs/s1600-h/FSCN1309_itA_054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202469534835266082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLiemKl0iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/L7fx5B8RhOs/s320/FSCN1309_itA_054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother &amp;amp; Son; Father &amp;amp; Daughter; Grandma and Grandaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC299mKl0cI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aLrk4fdsnS4/s1600-h/100_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201022010597429698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC299mKl0cI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aLrk4fdsnS4/s320/100_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma did a terrific job keeping baby Brie awake during the day so mom and dad could sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC2992Kl0dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/e1fXAu4T4r8/s1600-h/DSCN1206_itA_002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201022014892397010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC2992Kl0dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/e1fXAu4T4r8/s320/DSCN1206_itA_002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks great in your arms Scott! Any plans for the near future you two ;)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC29-GKl0eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tEXPv714BlM/s1600-h/FSCN1267_itA_021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC29-mKl0fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/065NgaA0kIs/s1600-h/FSCN1251_itA_016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201022027777298930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC29-mKl0fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/065NgaA0kIs/s320/FSCN1251_itA_016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Amy lovin' on the bug!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-7096357862740831509?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7096357862740831509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=7096357862740831509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7096357862740831509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7096357862740831509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-with-grandma-uncle-scott-aunt.html' title='A weekend with Grandma, Uncle Scott &amp; Aunt Amy'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SDLqqmKl0pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/B5E7lM21Lc8/s72-c/100_0839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-3015068957175830986</id><published>2008-05-16T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:12:17.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE DOESN'T GET BETTER THAN THIS!</title><content type='html'>I just decided to take advantage of a few photo ops while Brielle was playing on her activity center the other day. This is her favorite past time lately. Thanks for the great gift Scott and Amy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC2vKGKl0ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/RVB4WGNtw-0/s1600-h/102_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201005732671377810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC2vKGKl0ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/RVB4WGNtw-0/s320/102_0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC2vK2Kl0aI/AAAAAAAAADc/a-ytEzUsywE/s1600-h/102_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201005745556279714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC2vK2Kl0aI/AAAAAAAAADc/a-ytEzUsywE/s320/102_0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC2txGKl0YI/AAAAAAAAADM/2-1IkniA6Hk/s1600-h/102_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201004203663020418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC2txGKl0YI/AAAAAAAAADM/2-1IkniA6Hk/s320/102_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8216104086925856231-3015068957175830986?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3015068957175830986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=3015068957175830986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/3015068957175830986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/3015068957175830986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-doesnt-get-better-than-this.html' title='LIFE DOESN&apos;T GET BETTER THAN THIS!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SC2vKGKl0ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/RVB4WGNtw-0/s72-c/102_0916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216104086925856231.post-7283087204399434426</id><published>2008-05-15T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:22:44.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO PRECIOUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SCxw-mKl0XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Da35ZrVJjuk/s1600-h/275823566_933455227_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200655890405249394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SCxw-mKl0XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Da35ZrVJjuk/s320/275823566_933455227_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping beauty!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; this picture was taken at 2:30 p.m. and not in the a.m. hours.  Had it been the wee hours of the morning you would see a bright eyed little bug with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; look on her face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216104086925856231-7283087204399434426?l=fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7283087204399434426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216104086925856231&amp;postID=7283087204399434426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7283087204399434426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216104086925856231/posts/default/7283087204399434426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfamilysneakpeeks.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleeping-beauty.html' title='SO PRECIOUS!'/><author><name>Ryan, Cyrie and Brielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16665606574081206683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GruBfsv6cko/SCxw-mKl0XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Da35ZrVJjuk/s72-c/275823566_933455227_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
