<?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-6725641017554744592</id><updated>2011-10-26T08:05:32.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisbrey</title><subtitle type='html'>Est. 8.5.05</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-6578502412785409685</id><published>2011-10-25T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:47:46.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Quin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shPN7zzgK3U/TqdIrTtKx8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/C1IHox-ZeYQ/s1600/oct%2B2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shPN7zzgK3U/TqdIrTtKx8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/C1IHox-ZeYQ/s400/oct%2B2011%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667578564930357186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So by looking past the flawlessness of this hair of mine, you will see what appears to be a comb.  Its what I like to call "tangeled".  So tangeled I cant get it out.  So tangeled I had to call Ty to come home from work and get it out before I take Nixon to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quin thought it would be fun to play with my hair, which I love getting my hair played with, LOVE IT!  But things took a turn for the worse when she decided to "curl" my hair (with the comb).  Then she tried pulling it out, which then only tightened the hold the comb had on my hair.  Now, with a headache, I sit and wait patiently for my man to get here and try to rid of this entangelment.  Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QaaB1B_htI/TqdIrPEl4LI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kce_TELF82I/s1600/oct%2B2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QaaB1B_htI/TqdIrPEl4LI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kce_TELF82I/s400/oct%2B2011%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667578563686424754" 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/6725641017554744592-6578502412785409685?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6578502412785409685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=6578502412785409685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6578502412785409685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6578502412785409685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/seriously-quin.html' title='Seriously Quin?'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/-shPN7zzgK3U/TqdIrTtKx8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/C1IHox-ZeYQ/s72-c/oct%2B2011%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-5645502134573806327</id><published>2011-10-18T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:19:33.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDG8079G5IU/Tp33ezhHOMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qx0TqjZu8n4/s1600/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDG8079G5IU/Tp33ezhHOMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qx0TqjZu8n4/s400/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664956014899181762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know after you scan through these pics you're probably going to think to yourself  "man that uniform fits him fabulously".  Cause thats what I thought the first time I saw his cuteness in it:-)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, it is a little on the big side and hes a little bit on the small side.  I still think he looks adorable in all of its baggy-ness, and I promise there is a body in all of that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that, Nixon, if you couldnt tell yet, has started t-ball/coach pitch and he is loving it.  He had his first game saturday and surprisingly it was not that painful to watch.  His first time up to bat, he had to use the T cause the coach will pitch so many pitches before they make them use the T. He hit and got to 1st base, then the next little bugger hit, which moved Nixon to 2nd and then this is where it all went south.  The next kid hit the ball and Nixon wasnt really sure where to go from 2nd so he just walked himself right back to the dug-out, (not run, walk) which by the way I think was the highlight of the day for him.  "Mom, the coach said we get to go in the dug-out!!!" (wide eyed and grinning) So cute:-)  After that he got the hang of it except for running to home plate after being on 3rd.  Again he just took off for the dug-out.  I later had to explain that "thats how you score points is by stepping on home plate." Hopefully this next game he'll get it. Its pretty entertaining to watch and he is having the time of his life in and out of the dug-out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dxnv183n0OE/Tp33eY39WMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/EaD-x-AVGSE/s1600/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dxnv183n0OE/Tp33eY39WMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/EaD-x-AVGSE/s400/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664956007747246274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ0mhGH8aKs/Tp33dwC_3VI/AAAAAAAAAdo/f7Gvjyjt1Ns/s1600/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ0mhGH8aKs/Tp33dwC_3VI/AAAAAAAAAdo/f7Gvjyjt1Ns/s400/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664955996787694930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LoLTBMCdm7o/Tp33dbfjR7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/X7yt4pKYz58/s1600/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LoLTBMCdm7o/Tp33dbfjR7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/X7yt4pKYz58/s400/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664955991270311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uj_fxmNiLoQ/Tp33c1pcb4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DVxP2SbnOp0/s1600/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uj_fxmNiLoQ/Tp33c1pcb4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DVxP2SbnOp0/s400/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664955981111259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quin thought there was going to be chay-leaders there so she had to bring my 1990 something Danceworks (!represent!) poms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-5645502134573806327?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5645502134573806327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=5645502134573806327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/5645502134573806327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/5645502134573806327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-after-you-scan-through-these.html' title=''/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDG8079G5IU/Tp33ezhHOMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qx0TqjZu8n4/s72-c/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-8916152531455112244</id><published>2011-10-18T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:44:43.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NICU festivities!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfxN6pPFJAI/Tp3wDX_wn-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/DjeDegltdac/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfxN6pPFJAI/Tp3wDX_wn-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/DjeDegltdac/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664947847073669090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year the hospital does a reunion/get together thing for all the babies that have been in the NICU at Staheli Farms.  So we of course hopped in our mid size and headed up to St. Jorge for the weekend.  It was alot of fun and the kids had a kickin good time:-) There was so much for them to do like jump on a gigantic bubble thing, ride tire horses, ride real horses,  some slides, pet some animals, run around, corn maze it up and so on and so on.  It was so nice getting out of Vegas and into some fresh air.  We hadnt been up that way for a while and it was nice to see family and the kids were so excited to see their "famolies". Thats what Quin calls her cousins. Anyway we got to see Camdens Dr.(pictured above) who took care of him both times he was in the hospital and we just love him.  It was a fun weekend and again we were so glad we got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9W0tkRYMFA8/Tp3wCDNf9vI/AAAAAAAAAc4/f2-mfIZbDv0/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9W0tkRYMFA8/Tp3wCDNf9vI/AAAAAAAAAc4/f2-mfIZbDv0/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664947824314283762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aqt14_7SOM/Tp3wBl5QQRI/AAAAAAAAAco/s2pdQEzeU0c/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aqt14_7SOM/Tp3wBl5QQRI/AAAAAAAAAco/s2pdQEzeU0c/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664947816444739858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAHfIxcFGQE/Tp3wBM3XQ3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/kcCGl_KrTgM/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAHfIxcFGQE/Tp3wBM3XQ3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/kcCGl_KrTgM/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664947809725924210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tais and Quin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6ywfAetrcU/Tp3wA3W_k8I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LXN0RM35-Lg/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6ywfAetrcU/Tp3wA3W_k8I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LXN0RM35-Lg/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664947803953009602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The twins.  They were seperated in heaven for a reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ctvj8zFGU/Tp3uJ1gaJpI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Ks2wxyfFRdc/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ctvj8zFGU/Tp3uJ1gaJpI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Ks2wxyfFRdc/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664945759051196050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDsMRHE2M5s/Tp3uJeIJiMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TJVBfJYY8-A/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDsMRHE2M5s/Tp3uJeIJiMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TJVBfJYY8-A/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664945752775428290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jto7-QmSaFU/Tp3uIwN4rbI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IzwD0IUNtWg/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jto7-QmSaFU/Tp3uIwN4rbI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IzwD0IUNtWg/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664945740451458482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wh0QkXtHZaM/Tp3uIeDHLhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9t7fJyNfqVg/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wh0QkXtHZaM/Tp3uIeDHLhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9t7fJyNfqVg/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664945735574433298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-em7hhtggBqI/Tp3uINOMXXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jrG_uTbfiYE/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-em7hhtggBqI/Tp3uINOMXXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jrG_uTbfiYE/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664945731057507698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lexi bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-8916152531455112244?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8916152531455112244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=8916152531455112244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8916152531455112244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8916152531455112244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/nicu-festivities.html' title='NICU festivities!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/-UfxN6pPFJAI/Tp3wDX_wn-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/DjeDegltdac/s72-c/Fall%2B2011%2B042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-3585714697920269484</id><published>2011-10-18T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:13:42.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im in Love......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxLAzkg8LHc/Tp3pPjb9dDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8Ql4ujgdtLY/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxLAzkg8LHc/Tp3pPjb9dDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8Ql4ujgdtLY/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664940359721776178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....with this face!! I obviously love all my kids the same and I am loving all the different stages they are in and how fun (when theyre not being naughty) they are right now, but I just cant get enough of this little guy.  Its wierd because he is by far my hardest baby but also my most smiley baby. That makes sense right? Well hes hard because hes a little more clingy than i remember my other two being and he just likes to be held. When hes not being held, well you'd think he was dying. It can be difficult at times because for someone who wants to held, he sure doesnt hold still for anything and he rarely makes eye contact with whoever is holding him. But we still are having so much fun with this "sweet boy" and we truly are in love!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1_UP6P2h_U/Tp3pOUp-kPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zthA620pfr4/s1600/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1_UP6P2h_U/Tp3pOUp-kPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zthA620pfr4/s400/more%2Bfall%2B2011%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664940338574168306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiePMPEsEiA/Tp3pOENVBFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YJt2kRwpGhQ/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiePMPEsEiA/Tp3pOENVBFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YJt2kRwpGhQ/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664940334159037522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXZyuEI3QsM/Tp3pNVL2dpI/AAAAAAAAAao/saaTLtttmzg/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXZyuEI3QsM/Tp3pNVL2dpI/AAAAAAAAAao/saaTLtttmzg/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664940321536374418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecTYbXppDj0/Tp3pNNDvNuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0rp99UTOoCQ/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecTYbXppDj0/Tp3pNNDvNuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0rp99UTOoCQ/s400/Fall%2B2011%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664940319354861282" 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/6725641017554744592-3585714697920269484?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3585714697920269484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=3585714697920269484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/3585714697920269484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/3585714697920269484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-in-love.html' title='Im in Love......'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/-zxLAzkg8LHc/Tp3pPjb9dDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8Ql4ujgdtLY/s72-c/Fall%2B2011%2B057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-9007740599960009057</id><published>2011-09-08T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T14:22:13.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Dash &amp; Unicorns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJWZ7L5sQTg/Tmkem2fIO0I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XXQBpzcs03w/s1600/2011%2Bpics%2B276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJWZ7L5sQTg/Tmkem2fIO0I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XXQBpzcs03w/s400/2011%2Bpics%2B276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650080860322937666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So are you familiar with the term "rainbows and butterflys"?  Well in Quins world everything is always "rainbow dash and unicorns"! While I was picking her up from joy school this morning, Richelle (the other mother) tells me that they are learning about animals and she was asking the girls what other animals they could think of and Quin says "Ranibow Dash, shes an animal!" Apparently all of Quins responses were either "Rainbow Dash" or "Unicorns". Rainbow Dash is a My Little Pony and there is a unicorn My Little Pony and thats just what shes into right now.  Quin is totally all girl, all glitter, all pink/purple, all pretty things all the time.  I will say that she most definately did not get that from my side of the family.  She is all Prisbrey that way!  But Im totally fine with it cause I have so much fun with it and her!!  I get to do the boy things with my boys and the girly girl things with Quin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_W2ggDGLiQo/TmkempbL1SI/AAAAAAAAAZI/uJF6sndLLj8/s1600/2011%2Bpics%2B235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_W2ggDGLiQo/TmkempbL1SI/AAAAAAAAAZI/uJF6sndLLj8/s400/2011%2Bpics%2B235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650080856816735522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtnUgP7r4sI/TmkemauCshI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Y-tPHcy9PDw/s1600/2011%2Bpics%2B176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtnUgP7r4sI/TmkemauCshI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Y-tPHcy9PDw/s400/2011%2Bpics%2B176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650080852869296658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdiIWXRfNso/TmkemApkYiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/cUfkDU6OKBw/s1600/2011%2Bpics%2B223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdiIWXRfNso/TmkemApkYiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/cUfkDU6OKBw/s400/2011%2Bpics%2B223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650080845871211042" 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/6725641017554744592-9007740599960009057?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9007740599960009057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=9007740599960009057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/9007740599960009057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/9007740599960009057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/rainbow-dash-unicorns.html' title='Rainbow Dash &amp; Unicorns'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/-aJWZ7L5sQTg/Tmkem2fIO0I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XXQBpzcs03w/s72-c/2011%2Bpics%2B276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2060804642983527618</id><published>2011-09-07T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T14:34:56.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 6, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJAqs--9Ym4/TmeYGZEnAoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3BvlKvZz3ag/s1600/2011%2Bpics%2B274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJAqs--9Ym4/TmeYGZEnAoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3BvlKvZz3ag/s400/2011%2Bpics%2B274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649651493136433794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the best pic I could get of Quin. Safe to say shes not my most photogenic child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday was a pretty big day in our house.  It was the first day of school for Nixon and Quin! They were both so excited to go.  Let me just tell ya that finding an affordable, good pre-school here in LV was not an easy task.  They are both going to different pre-schools. Nixon is going to an official pre-school and its from a lady in our old ward from when we were renting and Quin is doing a joy school with a little girl in our current ward.  I should say "we" are doing a joy school cause I'll get the girls for 2 weeks every month.  Nixon so desperately needed to go somewhere where I wasnt and there were lots of kids to play with.  We thought about doing the joy school thing with him but that just wouldnt have been good for anyone involved.  He needed to get away from me and do his own thing.  He would not have responded to me at all when it was my turn to have them. Yes! This is Nixons third year of pre-school but we did that on purpose so he could be the oldest in his class when he goes to kindergarten next year, which by the way, I cant wait for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4_7bCHhsAU/TmeYGbUR5gI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sez7DXykRDI/s1600/2011%2Bpics%2B277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4_7bCHhsAU/TmeYGbUR5gI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sez7DXykRDI/s400/2011%2Bpics%2B277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649651493739030018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next big event of the day was Nixons big birthday!  So i send out the invites to some of his friends and I put from 4-6, thinking thats plenty of time to play, make their super hero masks, eat some pizza, a little cake, maybe open some presents.  Well I was way off! We were done by 4:45.  These kids were on crack I swear.  It took a good solid 4 minutes for them to decorate their masks.  Not long at all for them to eat. Apparently they dont like to actually taste the food while they are eating, they just wanted it gone.  Presents, well....he got a little help with the presents from one of our little neighbor buddies.  So the present presentation didnt last long, at all! You can imagine what they did to the cake. What cake?!  I will say that I impressed myself with the capes I made. Yes from scratch. With the sewing machine.  6 of them.  I had to make Quin and her little friend Sadie capes, but of course they were pink and purple not the red and grey like the boys.  So all in all it was a good time.  It was fun cause my mom came for the day so I got to hang out with her, which doesnt happen often. She got Nixon Legos, which he loves, and some scriptures for church (he is always carrying Tys around asking if I will read them for him). He was so excited about that and she blew up a picture of him at Kolob with him holding his first fish he caught.  So cute!!  He loved it.  I cant believe he is 5! It really is crazy how fast it all goes by.  It makes me sad.  He truly is the sweetest boy and has the biggest heart.  Even though there are days I just dont know what to do with him, he just melts my heart more and more every day.  Hes definately my favorite oldest boy:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TajKFT2KWbU/TmeYFwhmpdI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FQPK_6Ia62U/s1600/2011%2Bpics%2B287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TajKFT2KWbU/TmeYFwhmpdI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FQPK_6Ia62U/s400/2011%2Bpics%2B287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649651482252191186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                  The Party goers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuKBHVEofls/TmeYFhuRVII/AAAAAAAAAYY/Tu2ra446EI0/s1600/2011%2Bpics%2B289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuKBHVEofls/TmeYFhuRVII/AAAAAAAAAYY/Tu2ra446EI0/s400/2011%2Bpics%2B289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649651478278788226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                  Quin and Sadie (totally all girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3Vrmi6mt8g/TmeYFQoLf1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/enyOk0bUVMo/s1600/2011%2Bpics%2B290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3Vrmi6mt8g/TmeYFQoLf1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/enyOk0bUVMo/s400/2011%2Bpics%2B290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649651473689837394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Nixon blowing out the candles on his Cpt. America cake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2060804642983527618?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2060804642983527618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2060804642983527618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2060804642983527618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2060804642983527618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-6-2011.html' title='September 6, 2011'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJAqs--9Ym4/TmeYGZEnAoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3BvlKvZz3ag/s72-c/2011%2Bpics%2B274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-5457786897802251288</id><published>2011-09-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:44:33.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive lost it!</title><content type='html'>So I havent posted in a bit and my mom has been wanting to see a post, so here ya go! I usually dont like to post if I dont have pictures but I had a minor change of heart this morning when I was reading my last post. I was reading it and as I was reading it I thought to myself "man, I need to go through this and fix some serious run on sentences, maybe put some punctuation here, a little more there, cause this not great writing." Then I thought "NO! This is me and my mom state of mind. A mind the is totally losing it and regressing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this may seem like a venting post, maybe a complaining post, call it what you want but I do love my kids, and I love being a mom. Its just that dont you ever feel like you're regressing just a little bit in life? I mean the adult time that you DONT get, conversations with adults. Conversations that make you actually have to think. Lets be honest here, I was never really the sharpest tool in the shed but I dont consider myself dumb either. But lately, I do feel like I could use a crash course on basic social, life, writing, spelling, and maybe even a little common sense skills. I sometimes feel like Im on a 6th maybe 7th grade level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, Im losing my mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-5457786897802251288?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5457786897802251288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=5457786897802251288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/5457786897802251288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/5457786897802251288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-lost-it.html' title='Ive lost it!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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-6725641017554744592.post-7022485378224152486</id><published>2011-07-06T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:54:02.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camden continued............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfHN26B2I9A/ThTYvzXqWLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tEmPjiug5uc/s1600/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626360150247495858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfHN26B2I9A/ThTYvzXqWLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tEmPjiug5uc/s400/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..............when Camden was bout 4 weeks he started getting a cough, i kind of just let it go cause thats all he was doing. Well the cough came back at about 5 1/2 weeks and his breathing got bad and I had noticed when he breathed, he was breathing so hard, he was retracting. Which is when he breathes, his stomach area his pulling up under his ribs. So right under the ribs you can see it just pulling really hard. I had learned when he was in the NICU that that was bad. His breathing was also really short and hard breaths. He had thrown up a couple of times and then just hadnt really wanted to eat. I had my 6 week Dr visit so I decided since I was up I was just going to take him in to get checked. Cause he looked bad. The night before I slept in the other room with him and had the humidifier going thinking that might help, well we were up all night long casue I dint dare go to sleep and he was having a really hard time breathing and not eating at all. I got up, got packed (for a day) got the kids up and we were on the road by 5 a.m. The entire drive i was completely paranoid. I had an appt made for him at 10, I took him in and the Dr said that he was fine. His lungs were clear, he just had a little cold. He sent me to get labs just to make sure it wasnt anything else and those came back fine. I was relieved but wasnt. I knew something was wrong with him. I drove to Cedar that afternoon to go to girls night and the entire time I just knew he wasnt okay. I had my dad give him a blessing that night we "went to bed" and he just got worse in a matter of hours. The next morning he was pale, around his eyes and mouth were blue so immediately called my mother-in-law and she was in meetings with his pediatrician and she was going to talk to him. They called back and he told me to come straight to the hospital. The minute we got him there and out of his car seat, he all but crashed on the nurses. It was the scariest moment of my life. The Dr came in and checked him and within those hours of seeing him the day before everything was different. They poked him so many times trying to get an IV in but he was so dehydrated they had a hard time. Again, it didnt fase him. He was so tired and sick the pokes didnt bother him at all. He ended up with them in his head which didnt look good but was the only place the could get one in. They did multiple tests on him to check for anything and everything. They were saying it was RSV but the test came back negative so they sent the labs to Salt Lake to get a better reading and after days of waiting and my little guy being hooked back up to everything, the test came back posotive for RSV. We were so relieved to find out what it was. Its amazing what a common cold can do to a baby. His Dr said that he was in the top 2 of the sickest babies they've had admitted. I could have gone without knowing that. He said that I caught it early. I hate saying this but im glad he was in the NICU for that week cause it taught me alot of things to look for on babies with respitory problems. So we ended up spending 9 days in the hospital, again only planning on staying for a night turned into a 2 week stay. Back to juggling my older 2, my sick 6 week old, my sanity and no husband for part of the time. Needless to say the first 7 weeks of Camdens life was definately a trial. But with lots of prayers everything was okay! We had to stay a couple extra days after being discharged so I could take him to the out patient clinic to get his lungs sucked, which he hated. It was so hard seeing him back in the hospital hooked up to everything again, but I knew from the beginning everything would be okay. I know that blessing my dad gave him was also for me and my piece of mind throughout the enire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxH8e6QobC8/ThTYvOMdnJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RNJthi1j8nc/s1600/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626360140268412050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxH8e6QobC8/ThTYvOMdnJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RNJthi1j8nc/s400/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B019.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxr98lL2PZ4/ThTYur6fQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PGemHwKSjn8/s1600/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626360131066217442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxr98lL2PZ4/ThTYur6fQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PGemHwKSjn8/s400/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B020.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sq7TyVU6XQU/ThTYubKGL_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/tYmvlRTZbtc/s1600/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626360126568280050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sq7TyVU6XQU/ThTYubKGL_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/tYmvlRTZbtc/s400/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DU6nYtpy5j8/ThTYt4FSeNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JGVtSRLEGjc/s1600/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626360117152872658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DU6nYtpy5j8/ThTYt4FSeNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JGVtSRLEGjc/s400/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaving the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy we have him in our lives, it was a struggle getting him here and a struggle keeping him here, but couldnt be more thankful for this little guy. It doesnt take much to get him to smile and he loves his big brother. Hes a little unsure of Quin and the loudness she brings but she adores him.....maybe to much sometimes. We couldnt be happier to have him and everything weve gone through keeping him here has been so worth it!&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/6725641017554744592-7022485378224152486?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7022485378224152486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=7022485378224152486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/7022485378224152486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/7022485378224152486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/camden-continued.html' title='Camden continued............'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/-DfHN26B2I9A/ThTYvzXqWLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tEmPjiug5uc/s72-c/4th%252C%2Brsv%2Betc...%2B017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-215955127778466058</id><published>2011-07-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:43:21.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camden Dee Prisbrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KC_tYL8AI4/ThTN_wphNiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3wpmIu70jsc/s1600/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626348329767089698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KC_tYL8AI4/ThTN_wphNiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3wpmIu70jsc/s400/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the first week of Camdens life and ours looked like this. It was one of the craziest weeks of my life. First of all, it all started with me not being able to find a Dr in Vegas cause i was to far along for anyone to take me. I was just going to stick with my Dr in Cedar but decided that i didnt want to drive back and forth so much, and having perks with the St George hospital (my mother in law is the manager over the mom/baby floor and has an in with all the Dr's) i got a Dr there who would take me. And he was wonderful for the 2 times I saw him. The first time i saw him was when i was 32, maybe 33 weeks and it was a reagular check up. The next appt i had was whe i was 35 weeks and i met with his other Dr that works in his office and i told her i hadnt been feeling him move as much as he usually moves and i asked to be checked (which they usually dont start doing til 36 weeks). I was at a 2 plus and she sent me to get a stress test and told me to come right back after it to get re-checked. Everything was good, my fluid was right on the border of just having enough. I went back and was re-checked and i was at a 3. Keep in mind this entire time i had planned on just coming up for the day and going back to Vegas. Well the Dr wanted me to come in the next morning to get checked again just to be safe. So we stayed at my in-laws and i went back to the Dr the next morning and sure enough I was at a 4. He told me if I wanted I could go home but he was pretty sure I was going to be coming right back in. I went back and forth on "should I go, should I stay"? I decided to stay and that night i was having contractions pretty close, so my mother-in-law took me in and I was at a 4 plus. We called Ty in Vegas and told him to come and he came. They waited about another hour to check me and if i hadnt progressed they were going to send me home. And by this time i had called my parents so they were there at midnight, and I was going to be so mad if they sent me home. My contractions had also slowed down but the ones I was having were starting to hurt so I knew something was going on. They fianlly re-checked me and I was at a 5. They admitted me, I got the epidural as soon as I could so I could try to sleep...the sleeping part didnt happen til the next night. They Dr got to the hospital at 6 to brake my water and he had a surgery to do at 7, but thankfully our little guy came before the Dr had to go. He weighed 6lbs 6oz and was 19 inches. he was a good size premie. But not without complications. Since he was early, he had respitory problems and had to go straight to the NICU. They were unsure why he came as early as he did and now a-days they can test the fluid and see if anything was wrong and come to find out he had some type of pneumonia and my body just kind of rejected him. He was totally lathargic for a couple days cause he was so sick, he just slept. Didnt budge when they changed his IV's or his diaper. He was in there for a week but im so so thankful for his nurses. They were awesome! Since this was so unplanned, we were shuffling the older two back and forth from StGeorge to Cedar, which was hard on all of us. I was trying to balance the other two, pumping, the hospital, and no husband (Ty had to go back to work) all while trying to keep it together. I had a ton of help from my mother-in-law and parents. It was just alot to handle. I wish i could say that week long stay was the last of it but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_NRxsKpb_I/ThTN_rE22JI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wdCxggJRm_Y/s1600/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626348328271141010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_NRxsKpb_I/ThTN_rE22JI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wdCxggJRm_Y/s400/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B189.jpg" /&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/-A4vEB-JyRK0/ThTN-3IX2TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8JSa56HL0BY/s1600/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626348314327243058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4vEB-JyRK0/ThTN-3IX2TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8JSa56HL0BY/s400/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B183.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYAC_0c_Mpw/ThTN-pf_6BI/AAAAAAAAAWg/AaixYWocAFs/s1600/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626348310668240914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYAC_0c_Mpw/ThTN-pf_6BI/AAAAAAAAAWg/AaixYWocAFs/s400/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time meeting their new brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Qkfdt__4s/ThTN-QuLgcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/r_TEvZAqEDY/s1600/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626348304016835010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Qkfdt__4s/ThTN-QuLgcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/r_TEvZAqEDY/s400/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-215955127778466058?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/215955127778466058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=215955127778466058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/215955127778466058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/215955127778466058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/camden-dee-prisbrey.html' title='Camden Dee Prisbrey'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/-2KC_tYL8AI4/ThTN_wphNiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3wpmIu70jsc/s72-c/birthdays%252Cmini%2Bcheer%252C%2Bcamden%2B166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2338248627028723501</id><published>2011-06-25T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:51:34.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life in a not so small Nut Shell</title><content type='html'>I figured 2 years seemed like a big enough gap between posts. I mean alot can and did happen in those two years; for example.......Ty graduated with his masters, got a job, job turns into a hot mess, struggles with getting pregnant, get preggers, quits job, looking for new job, gets new job, move to Vegas, looking to buy house, have baby, have baby early, spend quality time in hospital, baby comes home, baby+RSV=back in hospital, buy new house, so on and so on......So as you can see our life has been a little crazy! We have been tested in so many ways these last 2 years but we are thankful for the little miracles tha come from those struggles and obstacles. We are now just adjusting to our new life in Vegas and trying to be grateful for our every day blessings which include.....Nixon, Quin, Camden, a roof over our head, a great job, love and support from our families, and most of all each other!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2338248627028723501?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2338248627028723501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2338248627028723501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2338248627028723501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2338248627028723501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-life-in-not-so-small-nut-shell.html' title='Our Life in a not so small Nut Shell'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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-6725641017554744592.post-69055287600869106</id><published>2011-06-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:55:02.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Revamped and back to bloggin'&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-69055287600869106?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/69055287600869106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=69055287600869106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/69055287600869106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/69055287600869106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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-6725641017554744592.post-764158100215850409</id><published>2009-08-28T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:47:21.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SpgwxLmF6OI/AAAAAAAAAUA/N6WMPAa6l8s/s1600-h/arizona+trip+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375099776750971106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SpgwxLmF6OI/AAAAAAAAAUA/N6WMPAa6l8s/s320/arizona+trip+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Tyler has been an Cardinals fan forever and we've always talked about trying to go to one of their games in Pheonix, and we finally made it. Ty has actually been to one before this with one of his good friends who happen to have season tickets, but it was fun this time cause we went with my brother Rand and his wife Tracy, then we met my other brother Kade and his wife Maddie down ther(they live in Mesa). It was our first NFL game and not to mention our seats were fourth row in the endzone! It was a very stress free and kid free mini vacation. Just what we needed. We did some shopping, yapping and relaxing. The guys, of course, enjoyed a few rounds of golf. The day we got there we went to Kades seminary class and sat through about a half hour of one of his classes. I love to listen to him teach. He does such an awesome job. We got to hang out with our cute little niece Livi and love on her. I love hanging out with my brothers and im so, so glad they married who they married. We all get along so well and always have so much fun together. We did miss Nate and Candice, and Jeff and his future wife, who ever she is! Were hoping to make many more trips down there with everyone cause there is nothing like good football and great family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Spgwwl6Te5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/_d5ZuA-LmXQ/s1600-h/arizona+trip+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375099766635199378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Spgwwl6Te5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/_d5ZuA-LmXQ/s320/arizona+trip+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SpgwwAXgk0I/AAAAAAAAATw/Bp9YdbTeDWU/s1600-h/arizona+trip+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375099756557144898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SpgwwAXgk0I/AAAAAAAAATw/Bp9YdbTeDWU/s320/arizona+trip+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SpgwvmU3flI/AAAAAAAAATo/kFXXTYfzDAc/s1600-h/arizona+trip+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375099749566742098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SpgwvmU3flI/AAAAAAAAATo/kFXXTYfzDAc/s320/arizona+trip+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-764158100215850409?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/764158100215850409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=764158100215850409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/764158100215850409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/764158100215850409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-times.html' title='Good times!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SpgwxLmF6OI/AAAAAAAAAUA/N6WMPAa6l8s/s72-c/arizona+trip+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-205497406596757239</id><published>2009-08-03T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:32:25.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Pee in the potty, pee pee in the potty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndXOMJApGI/AAAAAAAAATg/BYuE_p2DNRE/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365853382324036706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndXOMJApGI/AAAAAAAAATg/BYuE_p2DNRE/s320/cali+trip+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so proud to announce that are little guy is potty trained. Ill admit that i was terrified to do this but hes done so good and it was not bad at all. It was much easier than ive heard it being. Hopefully when its Quins turn it will be just as easy.  Im so proud of him for wearin big boy underoo's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-205497406596757239?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/205497406596757239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=205497406596757239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/205497406596757239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/205497406596757239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pee-pee-in-potty-pee-pee-in-potty.html' title='Pee Pee in the potty, pee pee in the potty'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndXOMJApGI/AAAAAAAAATg/BYuE_p2DNRE/s72-c/cali+trip+2009+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-8531584900892542948</id><published>2009-08-03T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:25:45.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndQ_gKW8LI/AAAAAAAAATY/VmqDYa7dPZY/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365846532930597042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndQ_gKW8LI/AAAAAAAAATY/VmqDYa7dPZY/s320/cali+trip+2009+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The end of july we took a vacation to california and went to disneyland, the beach, and a dodgers game. its completely picture overload and they are backwards. The very bottom is of day one and it moves up from there.  These pics are of our last day in Califonia adventure which is way better than disneyland.  We had a blast and the kids were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndQ_dPOfyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oNO4anmr6Fo/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365846532145708834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndQ_dPOfyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oNO4anmr6Fo/s320/cali+trip+2009+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiny playing in the water and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndQ-4byKFI/AAAAAAAAATI/EZ0bsnUCies/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365846522266265682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndQ-4byKFI/AAAAAAAAATI/EZ0bsnUCies/s320/cali+trip+2009+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little bear. Dont ya just love those eyes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndQ-Uo0hfI/AAAAAAAAATA/QB-CcYCNop4/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365846512657270258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndQ-Uo0hfI/AAAAAAAAATA/QB-CcYCNop4/s320/cali+trip+2009+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ty and Quiny...she threw up after this one.  She had one to many rides in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndPmfIQV6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/a3JmQ8AV21s/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365845003644983202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndPmfIQV6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/a3JmQ8AV21s/s320/cali+trip+2009+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is DAY THREE! Im so glad my kids are water babies. They had the best time here. I dont remember what beach this was but it was way nice and and we had so much fun here.  The kids were glad to be somewhere they could run around.  Later that night we went to downtown disney and got some dinner. I love downtown disney at night.  They have live bands and not to mention the weather is perfect that time of day/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndPlxX01SI/AAAAAAAAASw/ljSAaLOSZGc/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365844991362258210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndPlxX01SI/AAAAAAAAASw/ljSAaLOSZGc/s320/cali+trip+2009+058.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndPlUhz0YI/AAAAAAAAASo/9wdyvXEPMyY/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365844983619506562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndPlUhz0YI/AAAAAAAAASo/9wdyvXEPMyY/s320/cali+trip+2009+063.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndPlBTRVrI/AAAAAAAAASg/dL8881UwAf4/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365844978458252978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndPlBTRVrI/AAAAAAAAASg/dL8881UwAf4/s320/cali+trip+2009+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon and his "serf berd". Not really a surf board but we didnt tell him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndNMnGpGFI/AAAAAAAAASY/gIa5WIA2ESY/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365842360085846098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndNMnGpGFI/AAAAAAAAASY/gIa5WIA2ESY/s320/cali+trip+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is DAY TWO and day one at disneyland.  This is actually breakfast with Goofy.  You get to meet some of the characters here.  They had a good time with this. They were a little hesitant at first with the characters but soon warmed up to em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndNMfQy8MI/AAAAAAAAASQ/602GUdm6Gjg/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365842357980950722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndNMfQy8MI/AAAAAAAAASQ/602GUdm6Gjg/s320/cali+trip+2009+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nix got a little bashful here with Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndNL5BZR2I/AAAAAAAAASI/tsjBuSnR7uI/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365842347715807074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndNL5BZR2I/AAAAAAAAASI/tsjBuSnR7uI/s320/cali+trip+2009+030.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMWXeYO6I/AAAAAAAAASA/h90VEpnXxOY/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841428177501090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMWXeYO6I/AAAAAAAAASA/h90VEpnXxOY/s320/cali+trip+2009+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tylers sister Reese and Dale.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMV8hlIaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9AGLWhtYvQ0/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841420943172002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMV8hlIaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9AGLWhtYvQ0/s320/cali+trip+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting to be sat.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMVlpmzWI/AAAAAAAAARw/D2n9kMY2oKA/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841414802820450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMVlpmzWI/AAAAAAAAARw/D2n9kMY2oKA/s320/cali+trip+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Dolly Doll...&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMVIedAdI/AAAAAAAAARo/YftMqfs_8L0/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841406971412946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMVIedAdI/AAAAAAAAARo/YftMqfs_8L0/s320/cali+trip+2009+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Nixon&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMUvIsjXI/AAAAAAAAARg/rrIvd5QTAdw/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841400169270642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndMUvIsjXI/AAAAAAAAARg/rrIvd5QTAdw/s320/cali+trip+2009+037.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndKzZRII4I/AAAAAAAAARY/q8RrLrdEkrQ/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365839727851742082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndKzZRII4I/AAAAAAAAARY/q8RrLrdEkrQ/s320/cali+trip+2009+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got a little tuckered out at Disneyland. Im so glad she napped there.  She usually wont fall asleep anywhere but her bed.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndKzMt9sGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8WcB-0cEZmc/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365839724483031138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndKzMt9sGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8WcB-0cEZmc/s320/cali+trip+2009+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Grandma PP and grandpa.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndKyi8rflI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZigeLv9cHJ0/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365839713270464082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndKyi8rflI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZigeLv9cHJ0/s320/cali+trip+2009+044.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndKyahx2GI/AAAAAAAAARA/1rUCfhFpOGw/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365839711010150498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndKyahx2GI/AAAAAAAAARA/1rUCfhFpOGw/s320/cali+trip+2009+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon with his weapon of choice...his ferd (sword)&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndHqq5Rq5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jv4C89CfU6I/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365836279429835666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndHqq5Rq5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jv4C89CfU6I/s320/cali+trip+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DAY ONE- so when we arrived to cali we got setteled into our "nice" hotel and then we headed for los angeles to watch the dodgers play. to be honest i was quite worried about how our kids would be for this because the previous day was not a good one. they just werent feeling the travels. But to our surprise they did awesome and it was the first of many good days. they did so good and they had so much fun. Our seats were in left field (behind Manny, of course) and it was shaded and no one was sitting in front of us so the kids had all the room in the world to play. it was a blast.....Did i forget to mention that we got lost in LA after the game.  we only drove around for an hour lost.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndHqeHnRFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uK4D-kLkOTI/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365836276000310354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndHqeHnRFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uK4D-kLkOTI/s320/cali+trip+2009+021.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndHp-RwCqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kz5RLKlZQnw/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365836267452893858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndHp-RwCqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kz5RLKlZQnw/s320/cali+trip+2009+013.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndHpea3aCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-R9uMvq66gM/s1600-h/cali+trip+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365836258901190690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndHpea3aCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-R9uMvq66gM/s320/cali+trip+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are huge manny fans... he'll always be a Red Sox in our eyes:-)&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&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/6725641017554744592-8531584900892542948?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8531584900892542948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=8531584900892542948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8531584900892542948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8531584900892542948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/california.html' title='California!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndQ_gKW8LI/AAAAAAAAATY/VmqDYa7dPZY/s72-c/cali+trip+2009+070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-317537148420154426</id><published>2009-08-03T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:17:57.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Shinanigans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndFOIUwCmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OFh6_vc8AGY/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+mroe+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365833590090238562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndFOIUwCmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OFh6_vc8AGY/s320/4th+of+july+and+mroe+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndFNvhWvmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gjhc19PEdXM/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+mroe+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365833583432220258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndFNvhWvmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gjhc19PEdXM/s320/4th+of+july+and+mroe+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndFNVkE5AI/AAAAAAAAAQI/74gljk3n6Ts/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+mroe+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365833576464311298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndFNVkE5AI/AAAAAAAAAQI/74gljk3n6Ts/s320/4th+of+july+and+mroe+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year on the 4th we just did the usual and stuck around cedar. Of course we  attended the ever exciting parade and park then after the guys had a golf tourny. It was a pretty good time and the kids had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndFNCnLpyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GHH8mrUrZAk/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+mroe+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365833571377063714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndFNCnLpyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GHH8mrUrZAk/s320/4th+of+july+and+mroe+066.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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndCNEpLtQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s350tXzqb2k/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+mroe+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830273387443458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndCNEpLtQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s350tXzqb2k/s320/4th+of+july+and+mroe+044.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndCM7H_EuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uS_sb6gmeKg/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+mroe+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830270832284386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndCM7H_EuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uS_sb6gmeKg/s320/4th+of+july+and+mroe+049.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;div&gt;On the 3rd of July was my nieces birthday so we loaded up and headed to Richfield to have a pool party. There was also a three on three tourny fundraiser that my brother does every year for the basketball program and my hubby, dad, nate, and kade all partook in a little b-ball action. We had so much fun and it was fun to have the entire fam(except for Jeff) together cause it doesnt happen to often.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndCMePOrfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/O0k1mx7XNCM/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+mroe+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830263078039026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndCMePOrfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/O0k1mx7XNCM/s320/4th+of+july+and+mroe+048.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndCMAb7etI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uFyKK9xdJPk/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+mroe+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830255078243026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndCMAb7etI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uFyKK9xdJPk/s320/4th+of+july+and+mroe+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the birthday girl Hallie &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/6725641017554744592-317537148420154426?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/317537148420154426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=317537148420154426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/317537148420154426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/317537148420154426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-shinanigans.html' title='July Shinanigans!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SndFOIUwCmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OFh6_vc8AGY/s72-c/4th+of+july+and+mroe+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-4888316294434473316</id><published>2009-06-19T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:52:48.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better LATER than Never. . . Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvTamKRFFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/amj6pOXo_nA/s1600-h/pics+2009+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349101436306265170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvTamKRFFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/amj6pOXo_nA/s320/pics+2009+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dont even know where to begin. Its been so long since ive done this! There are quite a few pics so just scroll down and keep on reading if ya want. First of all, as you can see in the picks we have a little project going on,  I like to call it  "project backyard".  We are so glad that its getting done.  Nixon and I would probably end up killing each other by the end of the summer if he didnt have somewhere else to play besides our garage and inside. Hes not an inside type specimen.  He loves to be outside.  He was so excited for the trucks and excavators to come to our house.  As you can see below, him and Quin just watching em' work. They loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvTaKrgrVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/eu9-Mee6jRE/s1600-h/pics+2009+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349101428929506642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvTaKrgrVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/eu9-Mee6jRE/s320/pics+2009+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349100891890486402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvS66DbjII/AAAAAAAAAPI/RuvBGRelYzo/s320/pics+2009+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are just a few pics of Nixon and Quin playing yesterday.  I fianlly got my camera working so I got a little carried away with the pics.  Here just a preview of what I took of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349100886833249762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvS6nNsPeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3sE6Va9jI6c/s320/pics+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our big boy.  I cant believe hes almost three!  Hes turned into quite the little man.  Lets just say Nixon has his good days and his not so good days. I just tell myself hes two almost three and they have their moments like us big people do. Hes a busy body and has to be going all the time. He definately keeps me on my toes.  Hes been so fun to watch lately too.  Hes just growing so fast and I love his stories he tells me and Ty.  Ty is his most favorite person in the world.  He just loves his dad. Him and Quin, for the most part, play good together.  Its nice for me to get a break when they play together.  I guess thats one advantage of having them so close!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349100881788845970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvS6UbAv5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/y6ouq86BPuI/s320/pics+2009+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the Jeep. Thanks again Robinsons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvSGG3FI1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/3PKc8g44r4M/s1600-h/pics+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349099984795280210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvSGG3FI1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/3PKc8g44r4M/s320/pics+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these pics of Quin and I forgot I had them on my camera.  I think theyre so cute of her.  And yes shes finally walking. Only for a couple months though.  She got it down at about 17 months.  I will have to say this one thing about her though, shes not the sweet, quiet baby she used to be.  She has turned into quite a sassy little thing.  Shes got a big time attitude and doesnt put up with alot especially when you tell her "no".  She'll let you have it if you do.  Shes so much fun though.  I hope she stays this independent and strong willed when she gets older.  She can talk pretty good too which Im super impressed with.  Shes still our dolly doll and we LOVE her.&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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvSF2oXYNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/rHD77k-Y5us/s1600-h/pics+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349099980438593746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvSF2oXYNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/rHD77k-Y5us/s320/pics+2009+017.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvRbhoJCqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/z9TUynNJbO0/s1600-h/pics+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349099253246003874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvRbhoJCqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/z9TUynNJbO0/s320/pics+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also got Quiny out of her crib.  We actually did that awhile ago though.  Ty wasnt sure about the process of that.  He wanted her to stay a baby for a little bit longer.  By having her in a big girl bed  that means shes not a baby baby anymore.  Ill admit, it was kind of hard for me too but she sleeps so good in it and hasnt fallen out.  We took the crib out cause we gave her Nixons full and Nixon got our queen and we got a new queen.  There was just to much in her small room. I found her cute pottery barn duvet on ebay and it was such a good deal I couldnt pass it up.  That pic above is a rough draft of what her room looks like and the ones below are her and Nixon in her crib and her room before the big girl bed.  O. . . and she loves her little kitchen we got her.  Most popular thing in her room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvRGO-VIBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XVifl2kDQpQ/s1600-h/pics+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349098887461543954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvRGO-VIBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XVifl2kDQpQ/s320/pics+2009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvRFgts-II/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tDET4Nps_7o/s1600-h/pics+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349098875043772546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvRFgts-II/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tDET4Nps_7o/s320/pics+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty graduated in May with his bachelors and is still going to school to get his masters. He got a job at an accounting firm here in Cedar.  We were so glad he got it,  especially with the way jobs are right now.  We definately lucked out.  Hes enjoying it so far and is learning alot with it.  He is as busy as ever with work and school but we just keep telling ourselves one more year and hopefully things will slow down a little when hes done with school.  I am proud of him for keeping up with things as well as he is.  He is working so hard and sacrificing alot of time away from home and from his kids, I know its going to pay off in the end.  Life with me is NO different.  Im just busy being a mom and finding projects at my house to do.  We are looking forward to going to Cali in July and taking the kids to Disneyland and beach.  It will be a much needed vacation for all of us.  We havent been anywhere is so long and Nixon cant stop talking about it.  Thats about it in the Pris' house hold.  Im not promising another post anytime soon cause it more than likely wont happen.  Until next time. . .&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-4888316294434473316?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4888316294434473316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=4888316294434473316' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/4888316294434473316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/4888316294434473316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-later-than-never-right.html' title='Better LATER than Never. . . Right?'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SjvTamKRFFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/amj6pOXo_nA/s72-c/pics+2009+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2455956656336214082</id><published>2009-04-19T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:59:53.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter, Relay For Life and More!</title><content type='html'>Its obviously been a while since my last post.  Lots has gone on.  Nothing to exciting, but things to share.  First was Tys birthday on the 6th.  That was way fun.  I had planned a few weeks before to do a surprise party and I wasnt sure if I was going to pull it off.  But it turned out to be a big success. Thanks to all who helped.  I wasnt so much worried about keeping it a surprise but how I was going to get him out of the house so people could come to the house.  It all worked out in the end and he was totally surprised and we had a lot of fun with our friends. &lt;br /&gt;      Next big to do was of course Easter.  We ended up going to my grandmas trailer in Beaver Dam and just hanging out and relaxing.  It was much needed for ty. Hes been so busy with work and school.  his parents went with us and we had a good time.  We also spent a day in vegas and bummed around there.  A few days prior to Easter, we did a little thing with my side of the family.  My parents did and easter egg hunt for the kids and we took them swimming the day before at the college pool.  That was also a ton of fun.  My little dolly loves the water and would prefer no one touch her while she does her thing in the pool.  Of course she cant swim yet but we let her be as independent as we could.&lt;br /&gt;      This last friday I had the opportuntiy to do the Relay For Life walk at the college.  I went with my mom and we did it for about two hours and stayed for the tribute they had for Coach Hod, Tom Cardon and another guy.  Im so glad that I did it because I have never done anything like that before and it was awesome to see all the people who go.  It was really cool especially because of these last eight months or so, and the people that have died.  Cedar had a struggling 2008 when it came to this kind of stuff.  I hope I can do it again next year cause I had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;      Well I think that about sums up whats been going on.  Our life right now is kind of hectic with Ty being gone all the time and me trying to keep our kids and house in one piece and not to mention, my sanity!  It will prob be another 4-5 weeks before you hear from me again.  Hopefully sooner, but I cant make promises.&lt;br /&gt;   P.S. Sorry no pics, my camera is acting up. Maybe Next time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2455956656336214082?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2455956656336214082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2455956656336214082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2455956656336214082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2455956656336214082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-relay-for-life-and-more.html' title='Easter, Relay For Life and More!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-5177232121163611208</id><published>2009-03-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:06:23.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, some fresh air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-_ADbyPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UjkJ99vQGpQ/s1600-h/red+cliffs+09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313613124922493170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-_ADbyPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UjkJ99vQGpQ/s320/red+cliffs+09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend, my parents, my kids, my bro. Nate and his fam, we all went to Red Cliffs and Sand Hollow for the day. It was so nice to fianlly be outside in good weather.  Its been nice off and on in Cedar but not like down south.   We didnt even need jackets.  We took the kids for a hike, ate lunch, let them play in the water, then we ended our day in Sand Hollow for some fishing.  The kids had such a good time.  My kids have been locked up in doors for so long, Im not quite sure they knew how to act at first.  It will be good to get our backyard done this summer so they will have some freedom and not fill like convicts locked up inside.  Quin wasnt sure about the water.  I dont blame her, it was ice cold. She just played in the sand instead.  It didnt seem to bother the older three.  By the time we left, their fingers and feet were bright red.  They had a good time though.   Im hopinf we can do it more often.  Any mom knows that getting to that point isnt so much fun and is what holds me back from doing more activities.  Getting them dressed, packing a bag, finding them something to take to eat, getting them in and out of the car, etc... Its tiring just thinking about it.  I like to think its worth it though once your out and doing your thing.  You just have to have the main objective in the back of your mind to get you from point A to point Z without completely losing you mind.  Anyways, we had a good time as I previously mentioned.  Hope to do it more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-ftwvlDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PAPKYdQI-FE/s1600-h/red+cliffs+09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313612587436315698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-ftwvlDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PAPKYdQI-FE/s320/red+cliffs+09+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor, Nixon and Kason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-e3R3NWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/c1sqFbZP428/s1600-h/red+cliffs+09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313612572811277666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-e3R3NWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/c1sqFbZP428/s320/red+cliffs+09+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Di, Grandpa and Quin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-eSLYgrI/AAAAAAAAANw/R_YMxiqSsGw/s1600-h/red+cliffs+09+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313612562851988146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-eSLYgrI/AAAAAAAAANw/R_YMxiqSsGw/s320/red+cliffs+09+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids playing in the freezing water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-dxSVcSI/AAAAAAAAANo/Tw9VdpdlcBM/s1600-h/red+cliffs+09+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313612554022777122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-dxSVcSI/AAAAAAAAANo/Tw9VdpdlcBM/s320/red+cliffs+09+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nixon and Tay Tay&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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-dd4xd2I/AAAAAAAAANg/34WMk1KkjY4/s1600-h/red+cliffs+09+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313612548815288162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-dd4xd2I/AAAAAAAAANg/34WMk1KkjY4/s320/red+cliffs+09+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor feeding Quin cake&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/6725641017554744592-5177232121163611208?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5177232121163611208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=5177232121163611208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/5177232121163611208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/5177232121163611208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-some-fresh-air.html' title='Finally, some fresh air.'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sb2-_ADbyPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UjkJ99vQGpQ/s72-c/red+cliffs+09+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-5758999221691181921</id><published>2009-03-11T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:21:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhS9Sy6drI/AAAAAAAAANY/5O4noSlQ0xo/s1600-h/march+09+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312086973454382770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhS9Sy6drI/AAAAAAAAANY/5O4noSlQ0xo/s320/march+09+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are two things about Quin that are a fact. First she loves food, thats obvious. Second, she loves little play kitchens. We've been debating for some time now on when to get her one. We couldnt wait, we just had to get her one. Ive been eyeing down this adorable one at Target for awhile now, so when we were down to see the jazz bear, we made a stop at Target and Ty caved in and said that she sould get it. I was so excited, but not excited to put the thing together. As you can see in the pic below there were a ton of pieces and even more screws and such. I knew Ty would never get around to doing it so i took it upon myself to get r' done. And three hours later, it got finished. It wasnt hard just time consuming. Of course we had to get her dishes and tea cups. She loves it and so do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhS9MgX9sI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uzYVV0_EGFM/s1600-h/march+09+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312086971766011586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhS9MgX9sI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uzYVV0_EGFM/s320/march+09+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhS80Rj0rI/AAAAAAAAANI/HUqeYPVIaW8/s1600-h/march+09+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312086965261423282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhS80Rj0rI/AAAAAAAAANI/HUqeYPVIaW8/s320/march+09+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-5758999221691181921?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5758999221691181921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=5758999221691181921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/5758999221691181921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/5758999221691181921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/bon-apetit.html' title='Tea anyone?'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhS9Sy6drI/AAAAAAAAANY/5O4noSlQ0xo/s72-c/march+09+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-6730336304251403979</id><published>2009-03-11T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:04:46.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Words. . . .JAZZ BEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhOL80wsvI/AAAAAAAAANA/PT-1XKQCnkA/s1600-h/march+09+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312081727696450290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhOL80wsvI/AAAAAAAAANA/PT-1XKQCnkA/s320/march+09+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This monday was a pretty big day in Nixons two year existance.  Our little guy loves the Jazz bear!  Ty and I found him a little stuffed bear at one of the Jazz games we went to and he takes it every where.  He finally got to meet him. The baseball team in St George was doing this big season opener thing where they had free hot dogs, cupcakes, their team mascot, and The jazz Bear.  We jumped at the chance to take Nixon.  He was so excited.  He kept waving to him from the back of the line and just couldnt wait to get his pic taken with him.  Quin on the other hand hates stuffed people.  Her cry of terror is so sad, but funny at the same time.  Its to the point that she turns purple and is on the verge of passing out.  Anyways, Nixon had a blast and couldnt stop talking about who he saw.  In the pic above,  not so sure who the player is, but he looks super familiar.  If any one can feel in that blank for me, my mind would be much appreciated and at rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhOLjnbC7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/a32qHGSAg_0/s1600-h/march+09+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312081720929618866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhOLjnbC7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/a32qHGSAg_0/s320/march+09+052.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/6725641017554744592-6730336304251403979?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6730336304251403979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=6730336304251403979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6730336304251403979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6730336304251403979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-words-jazz-bear.html' title='Two Words. . . .JAZZ BEAR!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SbhOL80wsvI/AAAAAAAAANA/PT-1XKQCnkA/s72-c/march+09+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-510260574154321764</id><published>2009-03-03T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:48:59.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sa2WkSYXFjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/82PyT9s562U/s1600-h/jan+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309065085893154354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sa2WkSYXFjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/82PyT9s562U/s320/jan+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are just some photos of my babies that weve taken just within the last month or two.  Arent they cute?  I think they are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sa2Wj4uf8BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4E5ZmgOF4_w/s1600-h/feb+09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309065079006687250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sa2Wj4uf8BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4E5ZmgOF4_w/s320/feb+09+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Quin after her nap.  Shes fianlly getting hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sa2Wjm2O1xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wE0admAbP-0/s1600-h/feb+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309065074207282962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sa2Wjm2O1xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wE0admAbP-0/s320/feb+09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       The pic pretty much explains itself. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sa2WjMO2tfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vI8iA6S33-8/s1600-h/feb+09+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309065067062801906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sa2WjMO2tfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vI8iA6S33-8/s320/feb+09+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-510260574154321764?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/510260574154321764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=510260574154321764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/510260574154321764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/510260574154321764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-at-last.html' title='Pictures at last!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/Sa2WkSYXFjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/82PyT9s562U/s72-c/jan+2009+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-4143281807034721509</id><published>2009-02-27T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:08:46.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than Never!</title><content type='html'>So apparently Im not so good at keeping up on this thing.  I know I said that I was going to update soon and then I never did.  Sometimes I just feel like there isnt much to say or that things are the same around my house so theres not anything to write.  And I was right, not much has changed.  Ty is still gone alot with school and work, my kids are crazy and keeping me super busy. Im pretty much exhausted.  So the thought of getting on the computer in my few minutes of down time, just doesnt seem like much fun to me.  But here I am blogging away. &lt;br /&gt;      Not to sound like a downer or anything, but Sunday I turned 25 and Im not sure how I feel about that milestone.  I am getting old.  Maybe I feel that way because physically I feel like Im old.  Sometimes I think that my face is looking older too.  Im just old.  Ill never be young again.  I mean Im still young, just not that young and my age just keeps getting  older.  I know what youre all thinking. . . Boo whoo. . . Right?  Well, hold your tears, Im pretty sure Ill pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;      I guess I really shouldnt say much hasnt been going on  cause Quin has started to walk.  Now dont get to excited, its just when she feels like it.  Which is next to never.  Shes only 15 months old.  I guess she just gets around faster on her knees.  We still love her though.  Shes quite entertaining and never stops moving.  I took her to the doctor last week for her check-up and shes finally slowing down in the weight gaining.  She weighs 25 lbs and is 3 pounds lighter than Nixon.  At nixons last appointment we weighed her and she was 26 lbs, so shes lost a pound.  It doesnt make much of a difference to me though when it comes to carrying her.  Shes still as solid as ever. &lt;br /&gt;      Nixon never stops talking.  Especially in the mornings.  Nixon is an early riser and is up at least an hour before I even consider getting out of bed.  So I can hear him all morning just yapping.  This morning I could hear him pushing the kitchen chair around, and he does that all the time (even in the middle of the night), didnt think to much of it til he came in my room with a band aid.  Apparently he hurt something, and he wasnt even sure what he had hurt, but all he knew was that he needed a band aid.  He couldnt decide what foot he wanted it on.  Yes we frequently wake up in the middle of the night to him pushing the chairs around and going through cupboards with all the lights turned on.  And when I say all the lights, I mean every light in the house is on.  Lets just also say that hes not the best sleeper in the world.  We get up every night with him.  Maybe thats why i feel so old, cause I dont get sleep at night.  Its getting old.  I dont even remember the last time I slept through the night.  It was probably before I had babies.  I know thats normal with being a mom but I just figured since he was sleeping thorugh the night before Quin started to, he would just keep sleeping through the night.  Well I thought wrong.  She started sleeping through the night and he stopped.  But I do love the little guy and he is a sweety . . . when hes not having a terrible two moment. He is so much fun and he is always on the go. &lt;br /&gt;      Ty is busy, busy, busy.  Hes doing so  good though with keeping up on school and working two jobs. And when he is home, he helps me out so much. He definately has his plate full.  Two jobs, school full time, two kids and a wife that is falling apart more and more every day! He definately needs a ribbon or a trophy or something, cause hes awesome! Well enough is enough.  Im not going to promise that Im going to try to do this more often cause I more than likey wont,  But I will do it when I can.  P.S.   Ill try to get some pics up as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-4143281807034721509?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4143281807034721509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=4143281807034721509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/4143281807034721509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/4143281807034721509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than Never!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2153515669840624513</id><published>2009-01-07T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:02:46.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a minor face lift!</title><content type='html'>So as you can all see, my blog has gotten a makeover (not that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; need it or anything!).&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I just knew I had to do something to it after Tyler told me that I should just stop doing it and my cousin told me that it needed either to be fixed up or deleted all together.  So I made the decision to fix it up (obviously). &lt;br /&gt;    So much has happened since I last blogged and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to get into all of it right now.  Its going to be a project for when my kids are asleep and there are no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interruptions&lt;/span&gt;.  I promise that I am going to do it soon because there is so much stuff to catch up on and some cute pics of my babies.  So for those of you who have asked about me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;, Ive got one word for ya. . . Patience, new info is coming shortly.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to getting back into the swing of things with my blog and we'll blog ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2153515669840624513?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2153515669840624513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2153515669840624513' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2153515669840624513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2153515669840624513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-minor-face-lift.html' title='Just a minor face lift!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2161885443592163971</id><published>2008-11-17T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:20:17.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Birthday Whishes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-Dd2IaLI/AAAAAAAAALw/qsxC53it0nM/s1600-h/Quins+first+birthday+244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842743249103026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-Dd2IaLI/AAAAAAAAALw/qsxC53it0nM/s320/Quins+first+birthday+244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So of course we had a big party for Quins birthday.  I know the pic above is fuzzy but shes showing how old she is.  Shes a pretty smart little girl.  Shes catches on quick to things. Just not walking.  Shes so not interested.  O-well.  In time! We had my family over, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ty's&lt;/span&gt; family, and then some of our friends came over. It was really nice cause we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ty's&lt;/span&gt; family in so long.  With Ty being so busy, we never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;get a&lt;/span&gt; chance to go see them, so we were glad they could make it up.   We did soup in a bread bowl for everyone and then of course cake and ice cream. I loved Quins cake. I had my sister in laws friend make it and it turned out so cute. Nixon, of course, being the boy that he is and the two year old that he is, had to test taste one of the flowers on the very front of the cake.  Of course I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; thrilled, being that I told him several times not to touch the cake, he had to touch and eat the flower.  After, all he kept saying was "I pick", over and over.  My mother in law, in her domestic ways, did damage control, and fixed it. We went with a Tinker Bell theme. We just kind of carried the idea over form &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.  Besides we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; some cute Tinker Bell stuff.  She was so cute and so fun.  She did a great job entertaining her guests.  She was a little grumpy at first but warmed right up to everyone.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; had a full house and we enjoyed every minute of it.  We really did luck out with our families and friends.  Its so nice to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; support, especially for fun days and occasions like these.  We love our baby girl and we are so lucky to have her in our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-C5WJagI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZG7j2xrdi7w/s1600-h/Quins+first+birthday+248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842733451274754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-C5WJagI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZG7j2xrdi7w/s320/Quins+first+birthday+248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-Cda98II/AAAAAAAAALg/tnpWo_nLRJg/s1600-h/Quins+first+birthday+265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842725955301506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-Cda98II/AAAAAAAAALg/tnpWo_nLRJg/s320/Quins+first+birthday+265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best face ever. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-B6mzoQI/AAAAAAAAALY/stQ-dE6x-Tw/s1600-h/Quins+first+birthday+266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842716609716482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-B6mzoQI/AAAAAAAAALY/stQ-dE6x-Tw/s320/Quins+first+birthday+266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just checking out her new stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-Bb6v2oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ldwk_aP1mVE/s1600-h/Quins+first+birthday+268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842708371856002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-Bb6v2oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ldwk_aP1mVE/s320/Quins+first+birthday+268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The minute she got on this horse, she started bouncing and making horse noises.  Can you say "ADORABLE"?&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/6725641017554744592-2161885443592163971?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2161885443592163971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2161885443592163971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2161885443592163971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2161885443592163971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-whishes.html' title='*Birthday Whishes*'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSI-Dd2IaLI/AAAAAAAAALw/qsxC53it0nM/s72-c/Quins+first+birthday+244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-7310582155471518309</id><published>2008-11-17T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:44:42.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Dolly Doll turns 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxdKqwlcI/AAAAAAAAALI/cUoHkktyPr8/s1600-h/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269828891126568386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxdKqwlcI/AAAAAAAAALI/cUoHkktyPr8/s320/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           Here are just some pics from when Quin was born . I cant believe that she is already one.  That went by so fast.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  When I first found out that I was pregnant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to lie, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; excited.  Truth, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; really thrilled the entire pregnancy. First of all it was not at all planned. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know many people who plan there kids 14 months apart. I know I sound terrible but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to go through the same things that I  went through with Nixon.  I was so sick with him and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think I could do it again especially with a six month old.   Not my idea of fun. Turns out i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get sick, i was just so unbelievably uncomfortable, it hurt to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt;.  It was all worth it though.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; imagine not having her.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care about that day but its fun to look back on.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be due until the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of Nov but my family had planned on going to San Diego for Thanksgiving that year.  My dad was there with the girls team so we thought we would make a vacation out of it.  My mom had planned it like a year earlier and threatened all of our lives if any of us got pregnant.  Turns out I got pregnant (not on purpose) and was due just a few days after Thanksgiving.  I told my doctor this and we scheduled me to be induced just four days before we were to leave for San Diego. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the earliest he was able to do it.  I thought I would have gone at least a week before or two at the most.  Nope! That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; happen. I started to thin way early and even contracting earlier than normal, so I thought for sure I would have her early enough.  Well, turns out she had to wait until the last minute.  I had a doctors appointment just three days before my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;induction&lt;/span&gt; date and I was at a two but when I went in that day, I had progressed to a four. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad I waited because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to be in labor all day.  Just like with Nixon, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; take much getting her here.  They broke my water when I was at a five and in fifteen minutes I was at an eight. So as you can see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; kind of bread for this kind of thing.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have time to get a full epidural and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think that what they gave me would help but it did, for a minute.  She came so fast that the doctor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; even there. What made it worse was I got really sick right before she started coming out and the cord was wrapped around her neck so they tried keeping her in until the doctor got there. I got so sick that I kept throwing up.  And you know when you throw up, your body contracts and pushes.  Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I did with her.  I basically threw her up.  It was only me, Ty, my mom and the nurse, who was great by the way.  The doctor got there just as soon as she was finishing coming out.  It scared Ty a little because her head was so blue, but she was fine and all was good.  I was only in labor for an hour and a half.  I love having babies. I  hate being pregnant, but I love having them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; no experience like it in the world.  To top it all off, I still went to San Diego when she was just four days old. I know what everyone thinks when I tell them that, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; crazy.  Truth is, i feel so good after my babies, sure I was tired, but we stayed in a nice beach house and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;relaxed&lt;/span&gt; the same there than I would if I was at home.  It was by far my most favorite Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxckhpc2I/AAAAAAAAALA/yItkqtK2UVo/s1600-h/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269828880887804770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxckhpc2I/AAAAAAAAALA/yItkqtK2UVo/s320/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxcK_MjVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vN7yc9Z9ZpE/s1600-h/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269828874032418130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxcK_MjVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vN7yc9Z9ZpE/s320/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dolly weighing in at 8 lbs. 5 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxbUc5WBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7AA8hzdmLmg/s1600-h/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269828859393038354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxbUc5WBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7AA8hzdmLmg/s320/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quin and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxa6klZLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X_mECBLZ2nM/s1600-h/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269828852445963442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxa6klZLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X_mECBLZ2nM/s320/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nixons first time seeing his "sissy"(thats what he calls her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-7310582155471518309?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7310582155471518309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=7310582155471518309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/7310582155471518309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/7310582155471518309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-dolly-doll-turns-1.html' title='Our Dolly Doll turns 1!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SSIxdKqwlcI/AAAAAAAAALI/cUoHkktyPr8/s72-c/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2815034708193497793</id><published>2008-11-01T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:05:08.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SQyA3cMTS9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/EgyYkV0mqbQ/s1600-h/halloween+2008+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723754438216658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SQyA3cMTS9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/EgyYkV0mqbQ/s320/halloween+2008+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Halloween this year was pretty fun!  If you cant tell what Nixon is, hes Disney's Handy Manny. He looked so cute.  We got him the tool set that Handy Manny has and it pretty much hasn't left his side since we got it for him.  I wish we would have gotten a full body shot but he wasn't really feeling the camera.  Quin was Tinker Bell. My friend Kristina helped me make her costume and I think it turned out so cute. My brothers, of course, thought that she looked like cabbage.  Leave it to them to come up with something like that.  We took them trick or treating and Nixon wasn't sure at first, but caught on after a few houses, and Quin, in her normal Quin fashion, had the time of her life being pulled around in the wagon.  It was all and all a pretty fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SQyA3CpGekI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o2fXdkh3uX0/s1600-h/halloween+2008+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723747579689538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SQyA3CpGekI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o2fXdkh3uX0/s320/halloween+2008+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SQyA2kYPaiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UrcP1WTyYyo/s1600-h/halloween+2008+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723739455908386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SQyA2kYPaiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UrcP1WTyYyo/s320/halloween+2008+004.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/6725641017554744592-2815034708193497793?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2815034708193497793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2815034708193497793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2815034708193497793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2815034708193497793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SQyA3cMTS9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/EgyYkV0mqbQ/s72-c/halloween+2008+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-4729472007010889214</id><published>2008-10-14T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:36:28.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its PARTY time!</title><content type='html'>This is not really a normal post but I thought it would be a good way to let people know about my modbe parties.  Notice i said partIES.  That's right, the new modbe stuff is finally here, and so I am going to be throwing some parties.  The first one is Friday October 17th at my house (1008 W 1325 N, Cedar City) from 4-7 pm and the second one is Saturday October 18th at my moms (320 W 1675 N, Cedar City) from 1-4pm.  We figured since its the deer hunt and the men are going to be gone, we needed something for the women to do.  So please come!  We are going to have drawings and of course good snacks.  Hopefully I'm not writing this to myself and Im hoping people actually check out my blog every once in a while.  Anyways, it will be alot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-4729472007010889214?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4729472007010889214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=4729472007010889214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/4729472007010889214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/4729472007010889214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-party-time.html' title='Its PARTY time!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-6791979687356544752</id><published>2008-10-04T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:00:57.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go T-Birds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcVRJEU8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/S8dT2LftLmM/s1600-h/pic91908+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253480117031949250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcVRJEU8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/S8dT2LftLmM/s320/pic91908+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So if my little brother ever reads this, he will more than likely make fun of me because for any of you who knows Jeff, knows he doesn't like people talking about him, to him or even around him.  I just have to say how proud of him I am, how much I really love being around him. I've especially loved watching him play football this year.  I also love that he loves my kids and how good he is with them.  He will never admit to liking them as much as he does, but that's okay cause we all know the truth.  These pictures were taken at his first home football game which happened to be on Nixons birthday.  They won and it was pretty exciting.  So far the t-birds are off to a better start than they have been in the past.  They have won three out of the six games they've played. So far so good in my book! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcVyg9vUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2yQ3lX0juMY/s1600-h/pic91908+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253480125990550850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcVyg9vUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2yQ3lX0juMY/s320/pic91908+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Nixon the future football star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcWHzg5VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bjQNGhPIrmw/s1600-h/pic91908+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253480131705496914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcWHzg5VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bjQNGhPIrmw/s320/pic91908+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Jeff and Grandma Janes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcWlSQUfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Mu-MatKJ4Ls/s1600-h/pic91908+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253480139619062258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcWlSQUfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Mu-MatKJ4Ls/s320/pic91908+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       Jeffs #1 fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcW0KoN9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a-HDaaNp3fQ/s1600-h/pic91908+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253480143613605842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcW0KoN9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a-HDaaNp3fQ/s320/pic91908+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              #53&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/6725641017554744592-6791979687356544752?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6791979687356544752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=6791979687356544752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6791979687356544752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6791979687356544752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-t-birds.html' title='Go T-Birds!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgcVRJEU8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/S8dT2LftLmM/s72-c/pic91908+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-8454357989173233588</id><published>2008-10-04T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:35:51.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Weeks Later. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTaqJa_nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RPZz48lDxiQ/s1600-h/pic91908+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253470314039017074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTaqJa_nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RPZz48lDxiQ/s320/pic91908+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FINALLY! So i finally got around to posting pictures from Nixons birthday. They aren't the greatest ones but you get the idea. The one below, of his cake, I made. I know, I cant believe it either. Thanks to my sister in law, we got it done. She pretty much decorated it, I just baked it. So I guess you could say I didn't do much. It turned out just how Id planned. All and all his party was a success. Most of his cousins made it, and his grandma and grandpa Prisbrey were able to come. I was also so glad that my grandma Janes could make it. I haven't seen her in a long time so it was nice to see her. She came also for my little brothers first home football game. That was fun to go watch. Of course because they won and its his last year. Anyways, Nixon made out like a bandit with the gifts he received. He got a ton of trucks and the Shrek trilogy because all of our Shreks had to get thrown away because of excessive use. He had a great time and we are so glad to have him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTa95S4DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/foaMK-e8Hlc/s1600-h/pic91908+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253470319340085298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTa95S4DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/foaMK-e8Hlc/s320/pic91908+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                 Nixons dump truck cake&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTbEhLjSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qBtpq2Qq8Vo/s1600-h/pic91908+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253470321117990178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTbEhLjSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qBtpq2Qq8Vo/s320/pic91908+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Nixon and Ike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTbSedgoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OnVYtBhIjOY/s1600-h/pic91908+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253470324864680578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTbSedgoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OnVYtBhIjOY/s320/pic91908+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTbkv6UJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hNML4-H91AY/s1600-h/pic91908+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253470329769709714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTbkv6UJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hNML4-H91AY/s320/pic91908+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-8454357989173233588?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8454357989173233588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=8454357989173233588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8454357989173233588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8454357989173233588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-weeks-later.html' title='4 Weeks Later. . .'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SOgTaqJa_nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RPZz48lDxiQ/s72-c/pic91908+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2420557086240377897</id><published>2008-09-30T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:20:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend in NYC!</title><content type='html'>So i am back from my awesome trip to new york!  I am so glad that I had the chance to go visit Reagan and meet her little Piper.  Reagan and I had spent most of our time shopping, talking, and eating some good food.  It was fun to just hang out with her again.  She is still the same wirey, free spirited person she has always been and that is what I love about her. Her husband Jake is equally just as awesome as she is.  It was a great break, a badly needed one at that.  Though I did miss my babies like crazy, I loved every minute I had to spend there.  I will say that is was the most humbling experience meeting their adorable little girl.  I cant even put into words how incredible and awesome Jake and Reagan are.  Piper couldn't have asked more loving parents.  They are the most optimistic, positive people and I admire that so much about them.  That's another thing I have always loved about Reagan, is her attitude.  I know she has her days but for the most part, her cup is always half full!  I'm a little sad that I didn't have my camera because it still broken, but Reag is going to email me some pics so don't worry I will post them as soon as I get them. I just want to thank Reagan and Jake for such a great time and I hope to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2420557086240377897?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2420557086240377897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2420557086240377897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2420557086240377897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2420557086240377897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-weekend-in-nyc.html' title='My weekend in NYC!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-7784861025464423699</id><published>2008-09-14T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:10:04.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry to disappoint. . .</title><content type='html'>So I know I said that I was going to put pictures of Nixons Birthday up, well turns out my camera didn't want to work so I had to use my moms and all of the Pics are on hers.  So in order for me to post pictures I am going to have to go to her house and do it.  I could just take her memory card, but knowing one of my kids, they would for sure find a way to get ahold of it.  I'm for sure going to do it cause I made him the cutest dump truck cake and I want all to see it.  So keep a look out for his birthday party post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-7784861025464423699?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7784861025464423699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=7784861025464423699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/7784861025464423699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/7784861025464423699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-to-disappoint.html' title='Sorry to disappoint. . .'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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-6725641017554744592.post-356983054122594261</id><published>2008-09-06T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:28:35.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nixon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLux41ikrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/89VIj0hoNsY/s1600-h/DSC00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243015457050628786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLux41ikrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/89VIj0hoNsY/s320/DSC00096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today (Sept 6th) is our little guys big 2nd birthday.  So I thought I would put some pictures of his birth and  just some random ones up for everyone to see.  I'm also going to go back on that day because I just love remembering it.  It was the one of the best days of my life.  Nixon came into the world pretty easily.  I guess I just have the genes for easy, fast deliveries.  It was any ordinary day.  I had my 38 week check up that day so I was planning on going to Cedar for my appointment, but my mom had me help her in beaver dam first thing in the morning to help with some new patio furniture my Grandma wanted to take down there.  So my mom came and got me and we went to beaver dam and unloaded the furniture and then we left for Cedar.  I had felt good all day,though I was little uncomfortable, but nothing out of the ordinary.  I showed up at the doctors office and my mom came with me, she had never gone with me before, but it was good she did.  I met with the doctor, he checked me and I was dilated to a 5.  So apparently I had been in labor and didn't even know it.  He sent me down to labor and delivery and I got checked in at around six and they broke my water and that's when I felt it all.  That's when the labor pains really kicked in.  I was kind of nervous because I was progressing so fast after they broke my water and Ty wasn't there yet. I was dilated to an 8 and things stopped for awhile.  They had given me the epidural and it only numbed one side so they had to give me more and it finally did its job.  Good thing Nixon had turned the wrong way too cause that postponed him from coming .  Ty got there and I finally got to a 10. I pushed three times and he was here.  I cant even describe the feeling of having a baby.  Ill never be able to. Its the coolest thing in the world.  I had him at 9:45 p.m. So I was in labor for just under four hours.  The first night was weird cause I didn't even get to see him until the next morning cause he wasn't breathing good.  I only held him once so the next morning I woke up bright and early for the nurses to either let me go see him or bring him to me.  They ended up bringing him to me and I was in heaven I finally got to hang out with him.  For that being the only little hiccup, I really am so blessed that he was healthy and good sized. Hes are little guy and we love him so much! I will post his party pics tomorrow.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtv79Y4uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-VaoE15-s8g/s1600-h/DSC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243014324017488610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtv79Y4uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-VaoE15-s8g/s320/DSC00095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtwG72UsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UGi6_9PSMXE/s1600-h/DSC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243014326963819202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtwG72UsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UGi6_9PSMXE/s320/DSC00098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          The first time with his momma(I know, Im a hottie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtwY9zb9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/7zdrR72V1Xo/s1600-h/DSC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243014331803856850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtwY9zb9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/7zdrR72V1Xo/s320/DSC00103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               Nixons first day home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtwu-CnZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uhyr73ARNpI/s1600-h/DSC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243014337710431634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtwu-CnZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uhyr73ARNpI/s320/DSC00140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being the computer wizz that Im NOT, I couldnt figure out how to turn this pic, but its my fav!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtw--CT0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/P-0i_pqIOhs/s1600-h/DSC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243014342005378882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLtw--CT0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/P-0i_pqIOhs/s320/DSC00146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             The only chubby phase he ever went through&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/6725641017554744592-356983054122594261?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/356983054122594261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=356983054122594261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/356983054122594261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/356983054122594261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-nixon.html' title='Happy Birthday Nixon!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SMLux41ikrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/89VIj0hoNsY/s72-c/DSC00096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-3005658900003110145</id><published>2008-09-03T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:23:53.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Apple!</title><content type='html'>So I'm super excited, here's why. . .  In three weeks I am headed to New York for a little much needed vacation.  I am going to see my friend Reagan and her husband Jake.  I'm mostly excited to meet their little Piper Jane.  I haven't seen Reagan for so long and cant wait to hangout with her for three whole days.  Lets just say that we have alot to cach up on.  I'm not so excited to fly though.  Ever since Ive had kids, for some reason it has made me nervous.  I'm sure all will be good, I'm just a basket case about stuff like that.  I'm not quite sure what we are going to be doing but I'm just psyched about going and seeing a great friend.  Last time I was there I was preggers with Nixon, and we didn't do much sight seeing. We just went to baseball games. So I'm excited to experience New York.  Hopefully I can do some shopping cause I need a serious makeover.  I feel like such a mom and I need to rejuvenate my inner youth (If you know what I mean)!Being pregnant that last two years in a row hasn't done much for my wardrobe. Anyways. . . I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-3005658900003110145?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3005658900003110145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=3005658900003110145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/3005658900003110145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/3005658900003110145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-apple.html' title='The Big Apple!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-6226644854420710481</id><published>2008-08-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:08:29.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for crawling!</title><content type='html'>So Quin has finally learned how to crawl, forward that is.  Shes been going at it for a while now but has been going backwards.  She finally figured out the forward motions of it all and is everywhere.  I'm not going to lie, I was getting worried there for a while because Nixon learned right at eight months and was doing stairs by about ten months.  So I'm hoping Quin catches up.  I'm sure she will.  Shes so much happier now that she can keep up with all of the other kids and play with them.  She got a little frustrated there for a while cause she wanted to get around so bad and she would just get mad scream, not cry, but scream.  I know, we've got a screamer on our hands. Anyways. . .  Hooray for crawling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-6226644854420710481?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6226644854420710481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=6226644854420710481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6226644854420710481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6226644854420710481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/hooray-for-crawling.html' title='Hooray for crawling!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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-6725641017554744592.post-2939023692179124262</id><published>2008-08-22T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:31:03.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Park!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK97R8ZDMUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xEqZEiDBYUY/s1600-h/August+2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237540439854362946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK97R8ZDMUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xEqZEiDBYUY/s320/August+2008+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was a pretty good day.  It started off kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; but turned out okay. Ty and I had plans to go to St &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; to see our friends that are moving Tuesday to Pennsylvania. Ty was going to go golf with Kenny and I was going to go see Lacey.  Right as soon as we were getting ready to leave I got a text from Lacey saying that her little boy was sick and it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to be a good day to hang out.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ty&lt;/span&gt; ended up going and I stayed home and did some much needed cleaning and rearranging.  Which I do quite often cause I like change.  Anyways. . .   It all was good cause I got to see my nephew, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ripken&lt;/span&gt;, and my sister in law.  They were in town for her six week check up.  So Tracy, Candice, my mom, all of our kids and I went and had lunch at the park.  It was really fun.  For some reason Nixon needed his shirt off so all of the other kids needed theirs off and they were pretty cute(above pic).  Nixon is not quite sure about the big slides, so he will go to the top, sit down, and act like hes going to go, but just ends up standing up and going to the next slide and repeats the process.  We all have our kids trained when it comes to taking pics.  They have all learned to say cheese when someone is taking there pics.  Its pretty funny and they do it all the time.  You can tell in some of these pictures that they are saying it.  Its and automatic "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cheeeeeeese&lt;/span&gt;" when someone pulls out a camera.  Anyways. . . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tys&lt;/span&gt; parents were able to bring him back from St George, they came and hung out with kids and they brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tys&lt;/span&gt; cousins, Ike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kennady&lt;/span&gt;, so Nixon was in heaven. So all and all, the day turned out pretty good and we had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK96XHzwFsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3u210yHiO5I/s1600-h/August+2008+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237539429306865346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK96XHzwFsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3u210yHiO5I/s320/August+2008+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Nixon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;, and Hallie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK96XZxhM2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/u6D78u0Q2oU/s1600-h/August+2008+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237539434129339234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK96XZxhM2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/u6D78u0Q2oU/s320/August+2008+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                       Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK96X_hPHNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0Vvwe7ZHoOo/s1600-h/August+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237539444261592274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK96X_hPHNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0Vvwe7ZHoOo/s320/August+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      Quin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK96YWSqIgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bIGXIjHlkpc/s1600-h/August+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237539450374464002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK96YWSqIgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bIGXIjHlkpc/s320/August+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     Baby Rip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK91G0yupBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/k2jNdFjz1GY/s1600-h/August+2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2939023692179124262?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2939023692179124262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2939023692179124262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2939023692179124262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2939023692179124262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SK97R8ZDMUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xEqZEiDBYUY/s72-c/August+2008+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-8152227264866595638</id><published>2008-08-15T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:53:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>114%</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SKW_9G4SqCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YPvP89npPkM/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234801198427711522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SKW_9G4SqCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YPvP89npPkM/s320/Fun+Pics+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Quin to her 9 month Dr. appointment on Tuesday and like all the others, it was no surprise to hear the results of her growth. We are proud to announce that she is once again OFF the charts. She currently resides in the 114 percentile in her overall growth. She weighed in at 22.3 lbs and is 28 inches long. I will say that I give most of the credit to my "healthy" ways of eating when I'm pregers. Theres nothing like starting your child off on m&amp;amp;m's and Pepsi's. You know your kids are going to be healthy when your placenta is as big or bigger than the baby. Anyways. . . I think she is a doll and cant wait to see where she will be when she turns 1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-8152227264866595638?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8152227264866595638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=8152227264866595638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8152227264866595638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8152227264866595638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-took-quin-to-her-9-month-dr.html' title='114%'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SKW_9G4SqCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YPvP89npPkM/s72-c/Fun+Pics+2008+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2429091822584720541</id><published>2008-08-11T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:26:01.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years &amp; 2 Kids later. . .</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday (Aug 5th) was mine and Tys three year anniversary. We left our kids with his mom in St George and headed to mesquite.  We ended up going to a movie, Wanted, which I loved. I love assassin movies, spy movies etc. . . It makes me want to be one. Anyways, after the movie we went to wal-mart to hangout for a minute.  We were going to go swim but it was raining so hard when we got out of the movie, that obviously wasn't going to work. The next morning I went and got a massage and Ty went to hit range balls.  After that we went back to St George to get our kids and ended up staying the whole day. It was my first anniversary not pregers. Which was nice. It was a short trip but badly needed.   I cant believe we've been married three years and have two babies.  How time flys!  I wouldn't trade it for anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2429091822584720541?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2429091822584720541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2429091822584720541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2429091822584720541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2429091822584720541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-years-2-kids-later.html' title='3 Years &amp; 2 Kids later. . .'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-8580952736775204496</id><published>2008-08-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:14:15.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SKD9I76kiqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JKX9SQDL8Hw/s1600-h/bdcover%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233461096968653474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SKD9I76kiqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JKX9SQDL8Hw/s320/bdcover%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wait is finally over.  I got the book, read the book, and loved the book.  Of course I had to hit a midnight release party of the book along with some friends and my sister in law, Nichole.  We had a good time. We hit up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt; before and then went to Mountain West Books.  Let me just tell ya that we were the most normal people there.  I almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel like a true "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;twilighter&lt;/span&gt;" after being there. There were some freaks.  And I mean that in the nicest way.  Though it took me a little longer to read this one than it did the other three, i still enjoyed it.  There has been quite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;controversy&lt;/span&gt; over it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things that people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; expect but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what makes a good book.  Like I read somewhere, it has the ending that everyone wanted.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to  go as far and say that it was my favorite out of the series but it was up there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; super stoked for the movie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; somewhat glad the series is over. Like most, Ive neglected, well, my life while I read.  It was a good read and I am so glad to be a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;twilghter&lt;/span&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/6725641017554744592-8580952736775204496?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8580952736775204496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=8580952736775204496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8580952736775204496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/8580952736775204496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SKD9I76kiqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JKX9SQDL8Hw/s72-c/bdcover%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-7438406898047605495</id><published>2008-07-31T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:58:48.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishin. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHsDuwLGFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LmCcqA-Nkxg/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229220191187703890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHsDuwLGFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LmCcqA-Nkxg/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day before the 24th, Ty and I along with my little brother Jeff, took the babies fishing.  Well actually they didnt fish, just Jeff and Ty did. I just tagged along.  We went to my uncles property and to his pond.  Lets just say that it was hot and Nixon hadn't napped yet.  So it was a bit of a struggle trying to keep him happy and busy.  Quin just sat on the blanket and loved it.  I did get some of the best pics of her though.  Shes got this new thing she does with her face and I cant explain it, you just have to check out the pics of her at the bottom.  She makes that face and breathes real hard.  Its pretty funny and not to mention adorable.  We had a pretty good time, but we didnt stay long cause Nixon was just way to tired and he had had enough.  The best part of the day was getting those pics of Quin.  I wish Nixon would have been in a better mood though.  Hes also got a new thing where everything is his and hes having a hard time sharing, especially with his sister.  He didnt really want her sitting in his chair that we brought.  I guess its just the age (I hope)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHrUgRrHUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jgFdanhnpt4/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229219379847830850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHrUgRrHUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jgFdanhnpt4/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Quin and her favorite person(besides her mom) Uncle Jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHqjjnR3FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vhod_YnXwSM/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229218538930166866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHqjjnR3FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vhod_YnXwSM/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Nixon at a rare happy moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHpkomfZvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kyWPY2Mc9eA/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229217457937278706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHpkomfZvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kyWPY2Mc9eA/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           This is her face she makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHo9AFZtQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FTSMqh9I1Ts/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229216777046177026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHo9AFZtQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FTSMqh9I1Ts/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                She loves food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHniiQrEeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/b87SseusDwc/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229215222852162018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHniiQrEeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/b87SseusDwc/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                          Isnt she the cutest?&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/6725641017554744592-7438406898047605495?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7438406898047605495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=7438406898047605495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/7438406898047605495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/7438406898047605495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone-fishin.html' title='Gone Fishin. . .'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SJHsDuwLGFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LmCcqA-Nkxg/s72-c/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-9218621482099423343</id><published>2008-07-28T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:05:55.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5qAgcjEMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Vtt5sCwYqWI/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228232774365941954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5qAgcjEMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Vtt5sCwYqWI/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So for  the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we had a blast.  We went to St George to spend time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tyler's&lt;/span&gt; family.  We took the babies swimming at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ty's&lt;/span&gt; grandmas pool.  It was HOT but the pool was the perfect place to be.  Quin stayed in the pool the entire time and loved it.  Nixon loved it just as much and he was the perfect little ball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shagger&lt;/span&gt; for when the ball we were playing with ended up outside of the pool.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ty's&lt;/span&gt; oldest sister and her kids were there along with some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ty's&lt;/span&gt; cousins.  After the pool, the girls went to the movie and we saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Mia.  It was great.  I had seen the play in Vegas last year with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ty's&lt;/span&gt; sisters and mom and that was awesome to see.  So I knew the plot of the movie. I loved it!  Then after we had a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' fashion BBQ.  It was such a good day.  Last we lit fireworks and the kids loved those.  Quin not so much.  She likes the ones that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make loud loud noises.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; do noise that well.  It scares her.  It was just one of those days that went right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5o04hZy6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/OilqAG3AP9Q/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228231475158698914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5o04hZy6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/OilqAG3AP9Q/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Quin and her daddy. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5n80qvLyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_nEeP9PdKX4/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228230512051433250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5n80qvLyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_nEeP9PdKX4/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Nixon and his best pal Ike (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ty's&lt;/span&gt; cousin). . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5nA9Aq0TI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9pAeB5ihosM/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228229483498754354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5nA9Aq0TI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9pAeB5ihosM/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Grandma, Nixon, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tais&lt;/span&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5lsFShxeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DsKvmf1tOXI/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228228025432262114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5lsFShxeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DsKvmf1tOXI/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Last but not least, high centered Lexi!&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/6725641017554744592-9218621482099423343?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9218621482099423343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=9218621482099423343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/9218621482099423343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/9218621482099423343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/pioneer-day.html' title='Pioneer Day!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SI5qAgcjEMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Vtt5sCwYqWI/s72-c/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2337601877325296019</id><published>2008-07-18T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:23:13.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All caught up!</title><content type='html'>So i finally finished the series of Twilight and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; all caught up. It only took me forever to start reading them and catching up with the times of things and what can I say other than, I like em' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;! It took me about six days to read all three of them and let me tell you, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gotten much sleep the last couple of days.  Ive been staying up to all hours of the night reading. I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; put them down and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so anxious for the fourth book.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad Ive got a little break between now and then though.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; kind of burnt out from all of the reading Ive been doing.  My eyes and mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; used to this sort of behavior. The hole reading thing. Ive got to come back to reality for while for my husbands and kids sake. Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so psyched to see how it all goes down in the end.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; Edward fan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; rooting for him all the way, though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; almost certain it will work out.  Ill have to admit that the first book has to be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;! I love the initial meeting, the meadow, the "lion fell in love with the lamb". . . I just loved everything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2337601877325296019?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2337601877325296019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2337601877325296019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2337601877325296019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2337601877325296019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-caught-up.html' title='All caught up!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-3225901226170280807</id><published>2008-07-17T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:59:15.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times. . .Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_Hvn0ZwkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gYSfJSevfN8/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224113713729618498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_Hvn0ZwkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gYSfJSevfN8/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I think it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; to be exact, we had the &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_NfXswxrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uiZpRom0d4o/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chance to go up to my families cabin up in cedar mountain. It was cold, it was wet, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun. Ty had gone up early with his sister and brother in law and our friend Mont to show them around and I stayed and waited for Andy(M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;onts&lt;/span&gt; wife) to get off of work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Klint&lt;/span&gt; and Summer followed Andy and I up as well. So we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get up there until late and of course Nixon was already covered in mud. We decided we were all hungry so Mont had pulled off the cover of the grill to turn it on and he opened it up and there were huge rats in it, not mice, rats! There were about four or five of them and they had made a nest in it. It was pretty gross. The guys shot their bows and guns while us women tended to the kids. We went for rides on the prowler and we just hung out for the most part. It was fun cause most of us have kids, so it was fun that they all played. We ate our tinfoil dinners and then we all sat around the fire and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt;. You know its so nice to be around people you enjoy and nice that everyone gets along with one another. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; always something to talk about and stories to tell. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of stories! All and all it was a fun night with some good friends. I hope that we always have that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_HLi_GG2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qQ4l-SbDs4Y/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224113093957000034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_HLi_GG2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qQ4l-SbDs4Y/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, Nixon, and Klint in front&lt;br /&gt;Lexie, Tais, and Trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_GWwods2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/r12aAeBG-HI/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224112187087106914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_GWwods2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/r12aAeBG-HI/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+020.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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mont,Trevor, Ty&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_E_tYv4OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/byXbSCeD-U4/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224110691567263970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_E_tYv4OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/byXbSCeD-U4/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klint, Summer and Trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_EVadvbMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ypkirwGx1fY/s1600-h/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224109964933426370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_EVadvbMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ypkirwGx1fY/s320/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mont and Andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-3225901226170280807?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3225901226170280807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=3225901226170280807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/3225901226170280807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/3225901226170280807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-times-good-friends.html' title='Good Times. . .Good Friends'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SH_Hvn0ZwkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gYSfJSevfN8/s72-c/More+fun+pics+July+08%27+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2764326792537967542</id><published>2008-07-13T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:55:41.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an obsession... Nothing more!</title><content type='html'>So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; the first book, Twilight, and am so excited to get started on book two, New Moon.  I stayed up all night until about 3:30 in the morning and continued first thing in the morning.  I missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sacrament&lt;/span&gt; meeting cause I lost track of time.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; probably going to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; about these books cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so addicted.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure anyone and everyone would have to agree with me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so obsessed with the it, I just am.  I feel like a teenager again when I read it.  Just the fantasy of it all.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; mean really... does that really happen to people.  Obviously not the vampire part but just the whole love story part of it.  I think not my friends, just in movies and books. I kind of wish vampires existed now!! I was telling my mom today that when I read It, I have my own soundtrack playing in my head as I read it and that obviously adds to the dramatics of it all.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not normal, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how into it I am.  Enough with my rambling.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the last ill post about the books so get used to it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2764326792537967542?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2764326792537967542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2764326792537967542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2764326792537967542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2764326792537967542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-obsession-nothing-more.html' title='Just an obsession... Nothing more!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-6913245136941434491</id><published>2008-07-12T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:34:58.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHmP-wvBuNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wMQRRZLdpog/s1600-h/essentials-ontv-photo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222363551309609170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHmP-wvBuNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wMQRRZLdpog/s320/essentials-ontv-photo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; totally addicted to two things right now, besides my babies of course.  The first is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; show Army Wives and its on lifetime.  Love it!!  It caught my eye last season but for some reason never watched it until they previewed all of the first seasons episodes to get ready for season two.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hooked.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to talk it up cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I do that it always back fires.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just saying its really good.  The characters are great, the story line is great, its just great! It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definatley&lt;/span&gt; makes me appreciate the &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHmP6AryKCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7fcrphUcYYg/s1600-h/armywives_sweettea-sm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222363469691627554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHmP6AryKCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7fcrphUcYYg/s320/armywives_sweettea-sm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; country we live in and the people who serve not to mention the families of the people who serve.  I know its just a show but its based on the lives of those people.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; makes you stop and think about the lives of those serving and again their families.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just happy to live where I do.  Anyways... continuing on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHmNMax1QUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Oyoob2my87c/s1600-h/twilight-cast_l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222360487399080258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHmNMax1QUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Oyoob2my87c/s320/twilight-cast_l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHmKKK6Y-EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/04H7ZG92IR8/s1600-h/essentials-ontv-photo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second is the book Twilight. Now for anyone who knows me knows I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; read. I mean ever. It takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to get me excited about books. Though I read not to long ago one of the books from Nicholas Sparks. It was a great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...Back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hooked. I just started reading it last night and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; more than half way done with it. For me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; pretty good. I know everyone has read it or else it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be on the bestsellers list. You know its a good book when they compare it to the Harry Potter books, by the way Ive never read those. And I just found out there is a movie coming out in December. You bet Ill be there along with everyone else. There is just something about a good love story mixed in with some great looking vampires(according to book). Nothing like "a little" violence, blood sucking, and romance. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; totally into that kind of stuff. Anyways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited about finishing the books and even more excited for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHmHv9DiJVI/AAAAAAAAADs/hDpa-ZkcTlw/s1600-h/armywives_sweettea-sm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-6913245136941434491?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6913245136941434491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=6913245136941434491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6913245136941434491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/6913245136941434491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-favs.html' title='My New Favs!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHmP-wvBuNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wMQRRZLdpog/s72-c/essentials-ontv-photo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-1275818515169033599</id><published>2008-07-10T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:03:15.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Rip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHahaJcN-QI/AAAAAAAAADc/krwh4zOvezY/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221538288565614850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHahaJcN-QI/AAAAAAAAADc/krwh4zOvezY/s320/Fun+Pics+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the pics I said I would get of baby Rip and his mama! Isnt he a cutie? So I just got these when I went to see my sister in law and I got to hold the baby for the first time cause every time ive been in there hes been in the nursery or under the light for his jaundice.  Hes so tiny and cute.  You forget how small new borns are.  I told Ty that it makes me want another baby, but who am i kidding.  I just dont think thats going to happen anytime soon cause the reality of another baby, im just not to sure about.  Anyways, here are the pics.  One more thing, I got an update on his breathing and hes finally doing so much better. Hes off the machine and everything is looking good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHagwttBmjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Vlp4K8mxTBk/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221537576745278002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHagwttBmjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Vlp4K8mxTBk/s320/Fun+Pics+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-1275818515169033599?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1275818515169033599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=1275818515169033599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/1275818515169033599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/1275818515169033599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-are-pics-i-said-i-would-of-baby.html' title='Baby Rip!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHahaJcN-QI/AAAAAAAAADc/krwh4zOvezY/s72-c/Fun+Pics+2008+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-365017292068067126</id><published>2008-07-10T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:39:09.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripken Rand Janes!</title><content type='html'>So its been kind of a wierd week this week. My brother had his baby on monday (well Tracy "had" the baby), its a boy and hes so cute from what I saw of him. It was kind of a scary thing, well not kind of, it was. Heres why. My sister in law had a regular check up on monday the 7th, she was only at a one but her blood pressure was really high so the doctor sent her down to labor and delivery. When she got there and setteled in, they checked her again and she was at a 2 1/2. So she was progressing on her own quite fast. They broke her water shortly after that and thats when things went south. Right after her water broke the cord came out and the baby was on the cord. Apparently thats not at all a good thing. So the babies heart rate went way way down so the doctor called for an emergency c-section. Of course this scarred Rand and Tracy to death. They rushed her down to the ER with the nurse elbow deep holding the baby in. Tracy had not had her epidural yet and they had no time to wait for her to get it so they had to cut. They numbed her skin so she didnt feel that but she felt the muscles being cut(could you imagine?) By then the anestegeoligist(?) got there and just put her completely out. They got the baby out and he was limp. They said he was fine. They compare it to holding your breath for so long that you pass out. Thats what he was like. Still, not fun! All the while, Rands in the hall not knowing whats going on. But, they have a beautiful 7lb 4oz baby boy and not to mention, the 7th was also Rands 28th birthday.  I guess you can say it was a bitter sweet day for him.  They are both still in the hospital at the moment, the babies breathing is not that stable and Tracy has to get blood transfusions cause she lost quite abit. Were so lucky to have both of them here and we are so glad that they were in and are still in such great hands. I dont have a pic of him but im going to be sure and get one. Hes adorable. So were glad to announce and welcome, Ripken Rand Janes, the new member of the ever growing Janes family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-365017292068067126?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/365017292068067126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=365017292068067126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/365017292068067126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/365017292068067126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/ripken-rand-janes.html' title='Ripken Rand Janes!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2214235625151437421</id><published>2008-07-07T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:11:46.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJkfsTArxI/AAAAAAAAADE/T57aKRIrzC8/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220345413705445138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJkfsTArxI/AAAAAAAAADE/T57aKRIrzC8/s320/Fun+Pics+2008+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year for the 4th was alot of fun. We took the kids to the parade and then the park after. Ill admit that it was kind of hot but we made it through. In the previous years we've lived in St George so we didnt do much cause it was way to hot. Im not sure if they even have a parade or anything like that, but Im glad I got to take the babies, they had fun. Nixon just wanted to stand in the road and wait for the "trucks" and the candy. I had to ban the candy with the wrappers on them cause he would just eat all of it without unwrapping it. So really, he didnt get to eat much candy after that. Quin just hung out with grandpa and loved every minute of it. Its usually her nap time around that time but she pulled through it like a champ. It doesnt take much to get that girl happy. It was also alot of f&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJgIWtK_LI/AAAAAAAAACU/L3IDSHUcCeE/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220340614726089906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="280" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJgIWtK_LI/AAAAAAAAACU/L3IDSHUcCeE/s320/Fun+Pics+2008+076.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;un cause all of the cousins were there with us. They played all day together and had a great time. Later in the day we let the kids play in the water and thats always fun. We had a great dinner then went and watched fireworks. That also was a big hit. Of course cars would drive by and Nixon would get distracted and say or yell "truck, truck". According to him everything is a truck. It doesnt matter if its a car, tractor, dinosaur or even a plane. Hes pretty much convinced its a truck. I wish Ty could have been there with his babies but he was in New York for the week also having a great time. All and all the 4th was alot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJjki1SBrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zyQZCfry-sI/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJlFFgXWsI/AAAAAAAAADM/UQJGWADCUE4/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220346056127503042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJlFFgXWsI/AAAAAAAAADM/UQJGWADCUE4/s320/Fun+Pics+2008+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;left to right: Hallie, Kason, Taylor, Candice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                       Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJi7zZhhsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fg5EMSCPyRI/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJiPLipPfI/AAAAAAAAACs/9eGDcWFC7Q0/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+070.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://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJhvXdIi6I/AAAAAAAAACk/f2sOBE0fMQo/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+070.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://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJgxfvZtLI/AAAAAAAAACc/T6DU4_kdoYs/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+072.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJfbAujp5I/AAAAAAAAACM/yfwyvNvMnqM/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+2008+070.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;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/6725641017554744592-2214235625151437421?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2214235625151437421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2214235625151437421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2214235625151437421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2214235625151437421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!!'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SHJkfsTArxI/AAAAAAAAADE/T57aKRIrzC8/s72-c/Fun+Pics+2008+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-1896497802829224718</id><published>2008-07-01T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:07:22.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGslVEuMmrI/AAAAAAAAABk/9kZtJXDh3gU/s1600-h/Nixon+and+Quin2008+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218305637213838002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGslVEuMmrI/AAAAAAAAABk/9kZtJXDh3gU/s320/Nixon+and+Quin2008+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGskv00iuKI/AAAAAAAAABc/-d_g_7VbXns/s1600-h/Nixon+and+Quin2008+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218304997290326178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGskv00iuKI/AAAAAAAAABc/-d_g_7VbXns/s320/Nixon+and+Quin2008+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGsiPyB89gI/AAAAAAAAABU/5s2oeqb5d3Q/s1600-h/Nixon+and+Quin2008+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218302247762195970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGsiPyB89gI/AAAAAAAAABU/5s2oeqb5d3Q/s320/Nixon+and+Quin2008+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Im so happy to announce that Nixon has a friend.  I was worried for the longest time that Nixon wouldnt be able to play well with other kids cause he never really ever played with other kids.  I always wanted him to have a little buddy that he could play with alot and we were so lucky to find Breckon. Breckon is also in our nursery class.  (Yes, Ty and I are in the nursery.) Hes the cutest little guy ever and him and Nixon love to play.  Ill have to say though, they kind of have a love hate relationship.  They like the exact same things so sometimes its hard to share and when ones playing with something the other wants, well lets just say the boy comes out in them.  Theyre so fun to watch.  The pics that you see here were taken a while ago but they are so cute of the both of them and they had so much fun that day.  Breckons parents are Kenny and Lacey Robinson, they are in our ward and Ty works with Kenny.  We are, again, so lucky to have them as neighbors and friends.  Were definately going to miss them when they move to Philly this August.   Their little boy is adorable and we love that Nixon can have a best buddy!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGshQz-LOVI/AAAAAAAAABM/TXGCO9XAtFI/s1600-h/Nixon+and+Quin2008+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218301165951465810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGshQz-LOVI/AAAAAAAAABM/TXGCO9XAtFI/s320/Nixon+and+Quin2008+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      If those arent the cutest little boys EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-1896497802829224718?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1896497802829224718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=1896497802829224718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/1896497802829224718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/1896497802829224718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-buddies.html' title='Best Buddies'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGslVEuMmrI/AAAAAAAAABk/9kZtJXDh3gU/s72-c/Nixon+and+Quin2008+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-2359322100417912289</id><published>2008-06-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:09:19.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick update. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGaU-9WbvlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qS9EqzEIQ-k/s1600-h/Nixon+and+Quin2008+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217021027696754258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGaU-9WbvlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qS9EqzEIQ-k/s320/Nixon+and+Quin2008+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been awhile since Ive done this and its only my second post. Im still just learning how to do all of this "blogging" thing. I finally had to get one of my friends (Kristi) help me. So hear is just a quick update on whats been going with the Pris'. Ty is still working full time at both jobs and going to school full time. Hes a busy guy. Nixon is a YAPPER. He wont stop talking to save his life. Even though he doesnt really know how to talk he still tries real hard. Hes getting big, hes starting to look and act like a little boy. Hes so much fun. Quin is as cute as ever. As you can tell by the pics. Shes the most content, happy baby ever. I love her cheeks, I just kiss them all the time. Ill have to say that I think I have the worlds cutest babies. Than there is me. Im still just chasing my almost two year old around and kissing on my little "dolly". Our basement is near completion. Now all we have to do is the little things like add door knobs, touch up paint here and there, and clean and then we'll be done. I cant wait Im so excited to start doing hair again. Ive still been doing it but it will be nice NOT doing it in my kitchen. We've started going up to the cabin again this year and its so nice up there. Other than that we havent been up to much. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGaU_rGzSWI/AAAAAAAAABE/BPuVoARYsb4/s320/Nixon+and+Quin2008+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGaU_rGzSWI/AAAAAAAAABE/BPuVoARYsb4/s1600-h/Nixon+and+Quin2008+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGaU_rGzSWI/AAAAAAAAABE/BPuVoARYsb4/s1600-h/Nixon+and+Quin2008+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-2359322100417912289?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2359322100417912289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=2359322100417912289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2359322100417912289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/2359322100417912289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a quick update. . .'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SGaU-9WbvlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qS9EqzEIQ-k/s72-c/Nixon+and+Quin2008+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725641017554744592.post-1862444408111346250</id><published>2008-04-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:44:45.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SBVH9ZRcJNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V-Ez5iADKYk/s1600-h/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194136865323361490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SBVH9ZRcJNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V-Ez5iADKYk/s320/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone! First of all Im not so much into the computer stuff. I mean I dont know how alot of it works. I just figured out not to long ago how to use e-mail and I just figured out yesterday how to put my pictures from our camera onto the computer. So if that tells you anything about how behind I am with this kind of a thing. I was told by my friend, that lives in New York, to get a blog so that we can stay caught up on each others lives. After going to hers and seeing how nice it is to know whats going on with her and her family I thought that I should give it a try. So here you have it The Prisbrey Family Blog. Which consists of Tyler, Me (Amanda), Nixon Tyler (19mths), and Quinlyn Reese (5mths). I know what your thinking, Wow they're close in age!! Trust me when I say that wasn't planned, but couldnt be happier with my two babies. Nixon is a wild child. Hes your typical boy. He loves to hit whatever he can with whatever he can and will not hold still to save his life. Hes always on the go. Quin is our thick thighed, always screaming, never ending smile child that likes to spit up (alot)! Shes got her two bottom teeth and is working on some more. Then there is Tyler! Tyler is well, my other half, hes everything Im not. I couldnt have asked for a better dad to my kids. Hes always wanting to be with them and cant stand it when hes away from them. Hes a two jobbed, full time student type of guy. No complaints from him he just does what he has to to support the fam. Even if hes not in love with what hes doing. What more could I ask for! I love my babies, and yes theyre BOTH still babies, and I love my husband and thats all a girl needs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725641017554744592-1862444408111346250?l=prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1862444408111346250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6725641017554744592&amp;postID=1862444408111346250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/1862444408111346250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725641017554744592/posts/default/1862444408111346250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisbreyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>ajprisbrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321219095138413019</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/_-FVpY-Paxy4/SBVH9ZRcJNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V-Ez5iADKYk/s72-c/Halloween,+Quin,+San+Diego+094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
