<?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-278330726849754649</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:42:48.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dynamic Trio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3516368811700271282</id><published>2010-06-24T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:05:42.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Blog Has Moved!</title><content type='html'>I've decided blogger and&amp;nbsp;i don't get along. So instead of throwing in the towel i've created a new blog.&amp;nbsp;The new address is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sethandbrandi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.sethandbrandi.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still reading this? GO!&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3516368811700271282?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3516368811700271282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3516368811700271282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3516368811700271282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3516368811700271282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-blog-has-moved.html' title='Our Blog Has Moved!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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-278330726849754649.post-6337852281954579502</id><published>2010-06-15T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:34:41.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing Away Sister is Not the Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Have you ever in your life seen such a beautiful little girl?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Note: i&amp;nbsp;did not pose her.)&lt;/span&gt; This is typical sweet little Gracie loving her Minnie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Both pictures were taken on my phone, so they're a bit fuzzy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/TBfbrB2qUBI/AAAAAAAAD20/o6wv8zw2cMk/s1600/30180_10150191657975444_853665443_13014348_4623394_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/TBfbrB2qUBI/AAAAAAAAD20/o6wv8zw2cMk/s400/30180_10150191657975444_853665443_13014348_4623394_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok moving on from the insane degree of cuteness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am a very neat and clean person. People who know me call me OCD on crack. So even though&amp;nbsp;Nicci is&amp;nbsp;4 years old i still expect her to keep her room very neat and clean after the day is done. Today i was in there making sure she was cleaning up correctly (&lt;em&gt;rather than&amp;nbsp;hiding stuff in Gracie's bed&lt;/em&gt;) and i picked up a mound of blankets to find suckers. &lt;em&gt;Sticky, half eaten suckers&lt;/em&gt; just WAITING to be devoured by ants and roaches. This was our conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- Nicci! What the heck is this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- (puts on fake shocked look) I have NO idea! Who in the world?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- (oh please.) You were eating these the other day. Did you put these under here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- Mommy. I'm a big girl. I don't do that. (flips her head and walks off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- Nicole! This is not ok. First, i know you're lieing and that makes me sad, and second, you're being&amp;nbsp;rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- Sorry. It's not my fault friends make me do things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- (ohhhhh here we go) Oh, ok. So let me get this straight. Your friends MADE you put half eaten suckers under your blankets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- Yes mommy! And they made me put the gum on the curtains too! ...Those are some bad friends Mommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- (Excuse me?!! Gum on the curtains?!&amp;nbsp; And sidenote- her friends are very GOOD kids) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicole....I will give you to the count of 5 to tell me the truth. If you lie about the suckers OR the gum i will throw away your princess tent. (her tent is her &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- (staring blankly at me) ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- 1 ... 2... 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- ok... so there's a small possibility....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- (loudly) 4&amp;nbsp;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- FINE! It was me! I sucked the suckers and put them under the blanket and stole gum from your purse and made a Christmas tree on the curtains! (tears were flowing)&amp;nbsp;Don't throw away my tent Mommy. Throw Gracie away!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- (trying very hard not to laugh hysterically.) Wait a second...why would i throw your sister away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- Because she makes me crazy! I wouldn't be so bad&amp;nbsp;if she wasn't here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- Don't blame your baby sister! Besides, I think that'd make Gracie really sad if she heard you say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- Ya. Good point, (sniffling) i'll keep her, don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- This room needs to stay clean Nicci or you'll have bugs&amp;nbsp;all over&amp;nbsp;in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;- Well if Gracie wasn't in here it wouldn't smell stinky. Tell her that k? Or i'll count to 5 and throw her away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- (Deep breath. It's time for a talk. &lt;em&gt;and a nap&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Needless to say we had a very long talk about taking responsibility for our actions and how lieing hurts people. I really think she understood and genuinely felt bad for lieing. It's progress! I love Nicci. She has such a huge heart and loves to &lt;em&gt;no end&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;but she can also&amp;nbsp;be the biggest stinker!! &lt;em&gt;And i love it&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Nicci really does adore her little sister. I promise. *-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/TBfxSCxPwRI/AAAAAAAAD3E/kNdIEJqWzXY/s1600/30180_10150192495860444_853665443_13037734_7521899_n_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/TBfxSCxPwRI/AAAAAAAAD3E/kNdIEJqWzXY/s400/30180_10150192495860444_853665443_13037734_7521899_n_2.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-6337852281954579502?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6337852281954579502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=6337852281954579502&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6337852281954579502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6337852281954579502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/06/throwing-away-sister-is-not-answer.html' title='Throwing Away Sister is Not the Answer'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/TBfbrB2qUBI/AAAAAAAAD20/o6wv8zw2cMk/s72-c/30180_10150191657975444_853665443_13014348_4623394_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3903779287734778189</id><published>2010-05-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:27:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother, i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My friend posted this on her blog and it touched me so deeply i felt the need to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci sang "Mother, i&amp;nbsp;Love You"&amp;nbsp;with the primary in church today for her&lt;em&gt; very first time&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;- it literally &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; my Mother's Day. Also, Seth and Nicci &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and Gracie!)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;made a very special gift for me that i will &lt;em&gt;treasure forever&lt;/em&gt;. Seth has spoiled me all weekend and has not only made sure i felt pampered but &lt;em&gt;more importantly&lt;/em&gt; he really helped me understand&amp;nbsp;his real love for me. We had some very sacred moments that i will cherish in my heart&amp;nbsp;for the rest of my life.&amp;nbsp;... I'm undeserving of the life i'm living, but&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;grateful for the unconditional love i'm shown as a mother. It is by far the&amp;nbsp;single most important thing i will ever do, and it brings me more joy than i know how to express.&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for these two beautiful angels who make every day &lt;em&gt;a perfect one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-eqS7QDudI/AAAAAAAADz0/1mhHYZ98GHY/s1600/IMG_3160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-eqS7QDudI/AAAAAAAADz0/1mhHYZ98GHY/s640/IMG_3160.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-ewD3YR7LI/AAAAAAAAD0E/KyHaw9DS3Gg/s1600/IMG_3790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-ewD3YR7LI/AAAAAAAAD0E/KyHaw9DS3Gg/s640/IMG_3790.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;the luckiest&amp;nbsp;mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-eqtHVPYFI/AAAAAAAADz8/cwURAWx5Ihk/s1600/IMG_2815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-eqtHVPYFI/AAAAAAAADz8/cwURAWx5Ihk/s640/IMG_2815.JPG" tt="true" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-hV57oikDI/AAAAAAAAD0U/4mWiQrdOWYo/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-hV57oikDI/AAAAAAAAD0U/4mWiQrdOWYo/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;AND, &lt;em&gt;i am the luckiest daughter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-ez6hjgnZI/AAAAAAAAD0M/zbyg2jpevmY/s640/meandmom.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Today i thought a lot about how much i love and deeply admire my mother. I am thankful for my mom who was home &lt;em&gt;every day&lt;/em&gt; when i got home from school, who played the piano for hours with me by her side singing along, who taught me that being honest&amp;nbsp;is far more important than anything else, who showed me through example that service is the road to true happiness, who would comfort me with the song "You are My Sunshine" &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and still does),&lt;/span&gt; who i would find in a special spot behind the couch praying to our Father in Heaven in the late hours of the night, who read Christmas stories with me by candlelight every night in December, who loves God first then others, who was worried more about paying a full tithe than having money, &amp;nbsp;...who loved me when no one else in the world did. I am thankful for who my mom is. For who she stands for. And for the love she shows without having to say a single word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-hkU9C35RI/AAAAAAAAD00/gPTfO2le0qI/s1600/camera2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-hkU9C35RI/AAAAAAAAD00/gPTfO2le0qI/s640/camera2.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to me &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(and you)&lt;/span&gt;! And Happy Mother's Day to the most beautiful&lt;em&gt; (inside and out)&lt;/em&gt; mother and special grandmother there ever was, &lt;em&gt;MY MOM&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3903779287734778189?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3903779287734778189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3903779287734778189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3903779287734778189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3903779287734778189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother-i-love-you.html' title='Mother, i love you.'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-eqS7QDudI/AAAAAAAADz0/1mhHYZ98GHY/s72-c/IMG_3160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-6712095477073154394</id><published>2010-05-06T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:02:41.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She said YES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-MdPTFXnOI/AAAAAAAADwU/OxIgHTNzWlk/s1600/IMG_1257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-MdPTFXnOI/AAAAAAAADwU/OxIgHTNzWlk/s400/IMG_1257.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Five years ago today this handsome man&amp;nbsp;woke me up at 4am and had me hike to the&amp;nbsp;very top of Sunrise mountain, directly above the temple&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(where we were&amp;nbsp;married three months later)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;where he knelt on one knee with tears in his eyes and asked me to spend the rest of eternity by his side. I'll never forget how sure and confident he was...his hand didn't have the slightest shake and surprisingly enough my heart wasn't fluttering in nervousness. Instead,&amp;nbsp;my heart&amp;nbsp;was racing with excitement and his smile was bigger than i'd ever seen it. I was happier at that moment than i ever had been&amp;nbsp;up until that very second. I couldn't believe&amp;nbsp;that the man i loved more than life would share his entire life &lt;em&gt;and beyond&lt;/em&gt; with little ol' me. BEST decision i ever made was saying &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We have not only been so&amp;nbsp;blessed with &lt;em&gt;each other,&lt;/em&gt; but we have also&amp;nbsp;been blessed with these two beautiful girls who have brought us closer together and happier than we &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; thought possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-Mq2u9AOMI/AAAAAAAADxk/30xb7Ev4k5c/s1600/camera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-Mq2u9AOMI/AAAAAAAADxk/30xb7Ev4k5c/s640/camera.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I married my best friend. And i'm so glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-Me3GC3GUI/AAAAAAAADxE/wzTU1XyUb6Y/s640/IMG_2546.JPG" tt="true" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-dZ__D7OeI/AAAAAAAADyE/hzwya3oosQ4/s1600/IMG_2719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-dZ__D7OeI/AAAAAAAADyE/hzwya3oosQ4/s640/IMG_2719.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;greatest blessings in our lives&amp;nbsp;are&lt;em&gt; right here&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-MZkmYLa5I/AAAAAAAADwM/SjklsDz9QFo/s1600/camera1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-MZkmYLa5I/AAAAAAAADwM/SjklsDz9QFo/s640/camera1.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"She said YES, and I said WOW, she said when, and I said how about right now! Love can't wait, then&amp;nbsp;i asked if she believed in fate, and she said YES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-6712095477073154394?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6712095477073154394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=6712095477073154394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6712095477073154394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6712095477073154394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-said-yes.html' title='She said YES.'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-MdPTFXnOI/AAAAAAAADwU/OxIgHTNzWlk/s72-c/IMG_1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-1304007540137336624</id><published>2010-04-13T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:39:32.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Going on 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My little Nicci is quite the character. She&amp;nbsp;turns 4 next month and she thinks she's got the world all figured out. 95% of the time&amp;nbsp;the things she will&amp;nbsp;do and&amp;nbsp;say are&amp;nbsp;absolutely hilarious. But the other 5% can be a bit scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8SgjNk3R_I/AAAAAAAADrM/Lk-rZ8RJYJQ/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8SgjNk3R_I/AAAAAAAADrM/Lk-rZ8RJYJQ/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" width="285" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- Mommy, do i have to live here forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- Absolutely not! When you graduate high school you can go away to college if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- But i want to go to high school now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- Trust me Nicci. You do&amp;nbsp;not want to go to high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- Because...(thinking of a way to explain in 4 year old language) ... you just don't. Enjoy being little sweetheart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;you'll grow up way too fast, and one day you will want to be 4 again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- Mommy it's ok. (gives me a huge hug and a kiss on my arm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- Thanks Nicci. It does make mommy a little sad you're growing up so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- (Rolling her eyes and walking away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- Mommy. I'm not sorry i'm growing into a big girl. I'm sorry you don't have friends. But i will be different. I love so many friends! They will all live here when i go to college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- UM. First of all. Who said i don't have friends...I have friends... (a bit hesitated, lets be honest) and second, your friends will not be living here when you go to college sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- Remember mommy. We don't lie. Telling the truth makes Grandma and Jesus happy. Remember that? I need to go to high school to learn how to be a mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Me- They don't teach you that in high school. You learn that in church, and at home...and from Grandma and from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- Oh boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- (Walking downstairs and under my breath) Oh Nicci. You will be my little girl forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- Sorry Mom.&amp;nbsp;(oh, so i'm &lt;em&gt;mom&lt;/em&gt; now?)&amp;nbsp;Hey. I got a dea! (that's how she says 'idea')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- I could go live with Grandma in high school! And my friends could stay here! Sounds like a plan Mommy! (gives me a huge smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me- Haha. You should tell Grandma your "dea". (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicci- Ok! She'll be so happy! (squealing in delight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The funny thing is she went and got the house phone and i had no idea. I walked upstairs a little while later&amp;nbsp;to find the phone on the floor. I picked it up and it said 21:18. She had hit redial and left a 21 minute message on my mom's answering machine. lol. I'm so sorry Mom. My daughter is 4 going on 14. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On the other hand. This beautiful creature is being held A LOT lately. Maybe if i hold her forever she won't grow up so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I can&amp;nbsp;dream right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8SgVTeB_oI/AAAAAAAADrE/LCpmr59r_NQ/s1600/IMG_0600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8SgVTeB_oI/AAAAAAAADrE/LCpmr59r_NQ/s400/IMG_0600.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8SfxOo6PVI/AAAAAAAADq8/PLZwqZ9DkDE/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8SfxOo6PVI/AAAAAAAADq8/PLZwqZ9DkDE/s640/IMG_0592.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-1304007540137336624?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1304007540137336624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=1304007540137336624&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1304007540137336624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1304007540137336624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-going-on-14.html' title='4 Going on 14'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8SgjNk3R_I/AAAAAAAADrM/Lk-rZ8RJYJQ/s72-c/IMG_0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3272387909219704193</id><published>2010-04-08T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:31:05.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls. Girls. and more Girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We love our&amp;nbsp;girls in this house, &lt;em&gt;it's no secret&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8Spmv9QbHI/AAAAAAAADrs/gPp-3sSuF8o/s1600/Girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8Spmv9QbHI/AAAAAAAADrs/gPp-3sSuF8o/s640/Girls.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75n58JCa4I/AAAAAAAADhI/4lNGkeHTh7U/s1600/IMG_1054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75n58JCa4I/AAAAAAAADhI/4lNGkeHTh7U/s400/IMG_1054.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75oHTnExcI/AAAAAAAADhQ/imycEh3VoTg/s1600/IMG_1104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75oHTnExcI/AAAAAAAADhQ/imycEh3VoTg/s400/IMG_1104.JPG" width="267" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75oOMfal5I/AAAAAAAADhY/V_qMfgvTY58/s640/Girls1.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75nMWLhlBI/AAAAAAAADg4/56CyHMU7PHY/s1600/IMG_1061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75nMWLhlBI/AAAAAAAADg4/56CyHMU7PHY/s640/IMG_1061.JPG" width="428" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75nrOez1BI/AAAAAAAADhA/v0sUTnkhJtU/s640/IMG_1050.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mommy-Daughter DATE! &lt;em&gt;Pedicure/Manicures &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;BJ's Pizookies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S756kDg8I3I/AAAAAAAADiQ/fi1RFI3i6sQ/s1600/Pictures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S756kDg8I3I/AAAAAAAADiQ/fi1RFI3i6sQ/s640/Pictures.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75oqyMiOeI/AAAAAAAADho/BjbieoJAFk0/s1600/IMG_1120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75oqyMiOeI/AAAAAAAADho/BjbieoJAFk0/s400/IMG_1120.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75o4UaAYaI/AAAAAAAADhw/vB5KqOhDy_I/s1600/IMG_1129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75o4UaAYaI/AAAAAAAADhw/vB5KqOhDy_I/s400/IMG_1129.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75ocAk1prI/AAAAAAAADhg/WRVAZZbRxPM/s1600/IMG_1083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S75ocAk1prI/AAAAAAAADhg/WRVAZZbRxPM/s640/IMG_1083.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh, i absolutely love my girls. I can not imagine being any happier than i am&lt;em&gt; right now&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&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/278330726849754649-3272387909219704193?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3272387909219704193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3272387909219704193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3272387909219704193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3272387909219704193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/04/girls-girls-and-more-girls.html' title='Girls. Girls. and more Girls.'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S8Spmv9QbHI/AAAAAAAADrs/gPp-3sSuF8o/s72-c/Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-112915746701543487</id><published>2010-03-31T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:54:23.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've always had a passion for photography. Seth told me a while ago he wanted to get me a nice camera so i could &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;take pictures. It finally happened. &lt;em&gt;And i'm in love.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{Here's some practice pictures i've taken lately.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P38RtYB3I/AAAAAAAADa4/GZm2zAyh-Sw/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P38RtYB3I/AAAAAAAADa4/GZm2zAyh-Sw/s640/IMG_0173.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P3tuR-Q9I/AAAAAAAADaw/y-CzjTeIL1I/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P3tuR-Q9I/AAAAAAAADaw/y-CzjTeIL1I/s640/IMG_0141.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P3edYt4wI/AAAAAAAADao/JZPQNdEUP24/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P3edYt4wI/AAAAAAAADao/JZPQNdEUP24/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P4K9YSo9I/AAAAAAAADbA/pq9FeKWQ3II/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P4K9YSo9I/AAAAAAAADbA/pq9FeKWQ3II/s640/IMG_0219.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P4SE-5inI/AAAAAAAADbI/ODym19GHjd4/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P4SE-5inI/AAAAAAAADbI/ODym19GHjd4/s400/IMG_0325.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P4kfulh9I/AAAAAAAADbQ/Rb9vyt1Ab8M/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P4kfulh9I/AAAAAAAADbQ/Rb9vyt1Ab8M/s640/IMG_0226.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P43Ma7xZI/AAAAAAAADbY/WgLncskmZQQ/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P43Ma7xZI/AAAAAAAADbY/WgLncskmZQQ/s400/IMG_0252.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P5ELvonnI/AAAAAAAADbg/O_daIqip-rM/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P5ELvonnI/AAAAAAAADbg/O_daIqip-rM/s640/IMG_0155.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P5SIOeZbI/AAAAAAAADbo/NLCpwSpWhH8/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P5SIOeZbI/AAAAAAAADbo/NLCpwSpWhH8/s640/IMG_0297.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P5ekHTqRI/AAAAAAAADbw/UIoFa5csp38/s1600/IMG_0261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P5ekHTqRI/AAAAAAAADbw/UIoFa5csp38/s400/IMG_0261.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P5pkKlHcI/AAAAAAAADb4/Q1pQEE32YdY/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P5pkKlHcI/AAAAAAAADb4/Q1pQEE32YdY/s640/IMG_0269.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P51yJBJqI/AAAAAAAADcA/e9PNjriMtDI/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P51yJBJqI/AAAAAAAADcA/e9PNjriMtDI/s640/IMG_0276.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6BTPJAdI/AAAAAAAADcI/8B6dJE476uo/s1600/IMG_0277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6BTPJAdI/AAAAAAAADcI/8B6dJE476uo/s640/IMG_0277.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6KzMWXCI/AAAAAAAADcQ/AnTQYaLcwdE/s1600/IMG_0309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6KzMWXCI/AAAAAAAADcQ/AnTQYaLcwdE/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6UwlZwWI/AAAAAAAADcY/Z3B1Z7rEWpo/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6UwlZwWI/AAAAAAAADcY/Z3B1Z7rEWpo/s640/IMG_0103.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6kRTxEbI/AAAAAAAADcg/zgz8plsaCUg/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6kRTxEbI/AAAAAAAADcg/zgz8plsaCUg/s640/IMG_0247.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I think she's &lt;em&gt;precious&lt;/em&gt; when she cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6ulEJZ_I/AAAAAAAADco/y1zGz5gAEeE/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6ulEJZ_I/AAAAAAAADco/y1zGz5gAEeE/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Typical sweet little Nicci. When she gets in trouble she gives &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; look and it &lt;em&gt;melts.your.heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P63pZzG0I/AAAAAAAADcw/C29pgN6yQYs/s1600/IMG_3761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P63pZzG0I/AAAAAAAADcw/C29pgN6yQYs/s640/IMG_3761.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I only have one complaint about my beautiful camera.&amp;nbsp;It &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; seem to capture how cute these girls &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It just might be... &lt;em&gt;impossible.&lt;/em&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/278330726849754649-112915746701543487?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/112915746701543487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=112915746701543487&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/112915746701543487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/112915746701543487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-obsession.html' title='my obsession.'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P38RtYB3I/AAAAAAAADa4/GZm2zAyh-Sw/s72-c/IMG_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-9006554718728078107</id><published>2010-03-28T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:58:08.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>I'm not a very good blogger i've decided. My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have been asking for updates on Gracie. Let me just say, she is the definition of perfection. She and Nicci have such an incredible bond that continues to melt my heart. Now we understand why we felt so strongly to have her when we did...these girls need each other. Gracie has been having seizures daily since she was born. The doctor found out that her thyroid is present and functioning, so her Congenital Hypothyroidism could quite possibly be stemming from her brain. (This also may be connected to her seizures.) To be honest, we don't have any comforting or concrete answers yet, but over the duration of the next couple weeks she will have extensive testing and hopefully we will get some answers. In the meantime, we are just loving and enjoying having each other and such a beautiful family. There are a million pictures i need to post, but as usual i don't have the energy or the time to do that right now &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Although i&amp;nbsp;promise that i will soon)...&lt;/span&gt; But here are just a couple sweet moments captured during our wonderful lives lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gracie Lyn Rasmussen- blessed on March 21, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6uezDqT7XI/AAAAAAAADZc/vgBS8SWpmwY/s1600/Gracie%27s+blessing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6uezDqT7XI/AAAAAAAADZc/vgBS8SWpmwY/s640/Gracie%27s+blessing.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls were getting ready for bed and sweet Aunt Kaity brought over some cute hair accessories, and Nicci insisted on taking a picture with her sister. So tender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RUB9OTdI/AAAAAAAADZw/T2WRkDv2fnk/s1600/IMG_2918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RUB9OTdI/AAAAAAAADZw/T2WRkDv2fnk/s640/IMG_2918.JPG" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the greatest big sister there ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RgAEcvUI/AAAAAAAADZ4/GSdZl_PSpsw/s1600/IMG_2929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RgAEcvUI/AAAAAAAADZ4/GSdZl_PSpsw/s400/IMG_2929.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SHE has surpassed cute. She's just edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-i-HAzyKI/AAAAAAAADag/yK1pzhE5YOU/s1600/IMG_2885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-i-HAzyKI/AAAAAAAADag/yK1pzhE5YOU/s640/IMG_2885.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three&amp;nbsp;generations of beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S76RH2KwUJI/AAAAAAAADq0/Gi-uhmYtoPY/s1600/GracieBlessing+068+white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S76RH2KwUJI/AAAAAAAADq0/Gi-uhmYtoPY/s400/GracieBlessing+068+white.jpg" width="263" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm going to have to chew on the side of my binky since no one will put it in my mouth the right way..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RsiBtdkI/AAAAAAAADaA/a2ApjPJKUOA/s1600/IMG_2931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RsiBtdkI/AAAAAAAADaA/a2ApjPJKUOA/s640/IMG_2931.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm a little bias but i think we're the cutest couple around. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-b3A8DRhI/AAAAAAAADaY/iEkTrTCWVag/s1600/GracieBlessing+201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="536" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-b3A8DRhI/AAAAAAAADaY/iEkTrTCWVag/s640/GracieBlessing+201.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We are so blessed. &lt;em&gt;There are no words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-9006554718728078107?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/9006554718728078107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=9006554718728078107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/9006554718728078107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/9006554718728078107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6uezDqT7XI/AAAAAAAADZc/vgBS8SWpmwY/s72-c/Gracie%27s+blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-948971200837314394</id><published>2010-03-06T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:07:37.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Happier Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I get to&amp;nbsp;stare at&amp;nbsp;this beautiful piece of heaven &lt;em&gt;every second of everyday&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S5LgMtoeH4I/AAAAAAAADZU/5Phj6WcLImM/s1600-h/26041_10150106725645444_853665443_11461331_6220941_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S5LgMtoeH4I/AAAAAAAADZU/5Phj6WcLImM/s640/26041_10150106725645444_853665443_11461331_6220941_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/278330726849754649-948971200837314394?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/948971200837314394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=948971200837314394&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/948971200837314394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/948971200837314394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-happier-note.html' title='On a Happier Note'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S5LgMtoeH4I/AAAAAAAADZU/5Phj6WcLImM/s72-c/26041_10150106725645444_853665443_11461331_6220941_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-1520954197960622898</id><published>2010-02-23T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:22:34.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Our&amp;nbsp;world just stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gracie was diagnosed with Congenital Hypothyroidism. Her thyroid is underdeveloped and fails to produce or release the thyroid hormone. This can cause her brain and body not to develop normally, and is the leading cause of retardation. ... We were told she'll be on medication her whole life, and monitored closely every&amp;nbsp;month through invasive tests for the next 5 years-minimum. We are praying&amp;nbsp;so hard that the medication over time will prevent her from&amp;nbsp;not developing correctly, mentally and physically, but we are afraid they didn't start treatment soon enough. Please keep our sweet Gracie Lyn in your prayers. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and her mommy and daddy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...We are&amp;nbsp;in slow motion right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S4TM3sY7kkI/AAAAAAAADY8/G4lP6rVtS4A/s1600-h/IMG_7786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S4TM3sY7kkI/AAAAAAAADY8/G4lP6rVtS4A/s640/IMG_7786.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God . . . and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Orson F. Whitney&lt;/em&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/278330726849754649-1520954197960622898?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1520954197960622898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=1520954197960622898&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1520954197960622898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1520954197960622898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/02/slow-motion.html' title='Slow Motion'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S4TM3sY7kkI/AAAAAAAADY8/G4lP6rVtS4A/s72-c/IMG_7786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-8763036068880013291</id><published>2010-02-13T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:09:28.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Short Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;we were at Primary Children's hospital with our sweet little Nicci while she recovered from reconstructive skull surgery. I have already posted about&amp;nbsp;it including pictures&amp;nbsp;(click&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-year-today-since-niccis-surgery.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see it) but we can't help but remember at this time of year how very blessed we were at that time. It's overwhelming. We thank our Father in Heaven every&amp;nbsp;day for watching over us and our little daughter&amp;nbsp;during that difficult time in our lives.&amp;nbsp;Nicci has&amp;nbsp;a Dr. appointment soon to&amp;nbsp;schedule her next surgery, and we know she will be strong and wonderful just like she was the first time. Three years later...our little girl is more beautiful than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S3eTkEarVHI/AAAAAAAADYs/hoiMQgKE8dQ/s1600-h/IMG_6577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S3eTkEarVHI/AAAAAAAADYs/hoiMQgKE8dQ/s400/IMG_6577.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-8763036068880013291?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8763036068880013291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=8763036068880013291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8763036068880013291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8763036068880013291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-short-years-ago.html' title='Three Short Years Ago...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S3eTkEarVHI/AAAAAAAADYs/hoiMQgKE8dQ/s72-c/IMG_6577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4263280732848939680</id><published>2010-02-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:49:39.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie Lyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Beautiful Gracie Lyn was born February 1 at 12:03pm. She weighed 6lbs 7oz, and measured 19.5 inches&amp;nbsp;long.&amp;nbsp;The birth was such an amazing experience; i had NO drugs, and NO epidural. It was so intense but simply beautiful. I will post more pictures and tell the incredible story when i have more energy. :) But for now, here is our absolutely perfect &lt;em&gt;Gracie Lyn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S243-qFFfqI/AAAAAAAADW8/rh8caJuwRt4/s1600-h/IMG_7330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S243-qFFfqI/AAAAAAAADW8/rh8caJuwRt4/s640/IMG_7330.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S244IQvzXdI/AAAAAAAADXE/LNaRRqWF9fo/s1600-h/IMG_7368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S244IQvzXdI/AAAAAAAADXE/LNaRRqWF9fo/s640/IMG_7368.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nicci &lt;em&gt;LOVES&lt;/em&gt; being a big sister and Gracie absolutely adores her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S2455kTNI7I/AAAAAAAADXM/zVXhUzCLbwo/s1600-h/IMG_7519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S2455kTNI7I/AAAAAAAADXM/zVXhUzCLbwo/s640/IMG_7519.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Life is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/278330726849754649-4263280732848939680?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4263280732848939680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4263280732848939680&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4263280732848939680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4263280732848939680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/02/gracie-lyn.html' title='Gracie Lyn'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S243-qFFfqI/AAAAAAAADW8/rh8caJuwRt4/s72-c/IMG_7330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4098141095737054592</id><published>2010-01-03T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:55:32.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5jk4MYCI/AAAAAAAADV0/rJiO0ESELd0/s1600-h/IMG_6815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5jk4MYCI/AAAAAAAADV0/rJiO0ESELd0/s400/IMG_6815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Today is a big day in the life of our Nicole Debra. She became a &lt;em&gt;Sunbeam&lt;/em&gt;. My heart is flooding with emotion as i watch my once&amp;nbsp;so tiny&amp;nbsp;baby girl grow up into such a beautiful and loving&amp;nbsp;little girl. She spent all morning singing &lt;em&gt;Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam&lt;/em&gt; and it melted my heart. I'm so grateful for my life. We have been so blessed with such a special little girl with a huge heart of gold.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;Our little Sunbeam &lt;em&gt;shining so brightly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5W-eUGlI/AAAAAAAADVs/PTswuvCCynI/s1600-h/IMG_6822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5W-eUGlI/AAAAAAAADVs/PTswuvCCynI/s640/IMG_6822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to get a "hair shot" and a "back of the dress shot." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5s7cgYXI/AAAAAAAADWE/4ZJIKFTxr0g/s1600-h/Nicci+is+a+Sunbeam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5s7cgYXI/AAAAAAAADWE/4ZJIKFTxr0g/s640/Nicci+is+a+Sunbeam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was too exhausted and&amp;nbsp;large to get into a dress this morning and go to church, which&amp;nbsp;is absolutely breaking&amp;nbsp;my heart. I wanted to take my little girl to Sunbeams, but good thing she has a wonderful Daddy who would love more than anything to walk his little girl to her first day&amp;nbsp;of Sunbeams. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I married &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a wonderful man.)&lt;/span&gt; I snapped this picture as they were walking out the door and i think i will frame it and keep it forever. I love these two more than words can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5mjwgqPI/AAAAAAAADV8/NAXMuoQ91UE/s1600-h/IMG_6824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5mjwgqPI/AAAAAAAADV8/NAXMuoQ91UE/s640/IMG_6824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-4098141095737054592?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4098141095737054592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4098141095737054592&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4098141095737054592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4098141095737054592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2010/01/jesus-wants-me-for-sunbeam.html' title='Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5jk4MYCI/AAAAAAAADV0/rJiO0ESELd0/s72-c/IMG_6815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3136570454176542280</id><published>2009-12-26T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:34:58.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.O.Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas! We had a magical day...nothing but perfection.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SzbXZIJXdAI/AAAAAAAADUs/wRoh0wQbzds/s1600-h/IMG_6593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SzbXZIJXdAI/AAAAAAAADUs/wRoh0wQbzds/s640/IMG_6593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this picture is blury but i&amp;nbsp;just &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; my mom, and this picture is adorable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SzbcMzpM0vI/AAAAAAAADVM/IHejUOZN1Yw/s1600-h/IMG_6643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SzbcMzpM0vI/AAAAAAAADVM/IHejUOZN1Yw/s400/IMG_6643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Szbey-NrjeI/AAAAAAAADVc/7YdVB5iaEMg/s1600-h/IMG_6610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Szbey-NrjeI/AAAAAAAADVc/7YdVB5iaEMg/s400/IMG_6610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tiny {absolutely beautiful} little tot with her eyes &lt;em&gt;all a glow&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SzbfHaaSp7I/AAAAAAAADVk/cw7n5S97nvk/s1600-h/IMG_6566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SzbfHaaSp7I/AAAAAAAADVk/cw7n5S97nvk/s640/IMG_6566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3136570454176542280?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3136570454176542280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3136570454176542280&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3136570454176542280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3136570454176542280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/12/joy.html' title='J.O.Y.'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SzbXZIJXdAI/AAAAAAAADUs/wRoh0wQbzds/s72-c/IMG_6593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-7725984716847276617</id><published>2009-12-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:20:28.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prego Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Im feeling very large and ready to meet my little girl. I'm 32 weeks. My kidney is feeling like a dull ache these days. Heartburn is out of control. My lungs are squished. Gracie loves to stretch out as much as possible and the majority of the time my stomach is shifting from one side to another. Seth and i love to watch my belly morphe into crazy positions. It's feeling more and more real that Nicci will soon have a sister and she is SO excited. I'm trying to cherish every moment, even the less enjoyable ones. Watching and feeling our family grow is incredible&amp;nbsp;beyond words. There's nothing like it. I'm so grateful for my strong and hard working husband. I'm so glad we have our little family and&amp;nbsp;live the most incredible life together. I used to think that traveling and taking random vacations with my husband would&amp;nbsp;make me so happy, but the truth is, i'd take my heartburn, watching my belly shift,&amp;nbsp;and little girl's laughter, sticky hands,&amp;nbsp;and hugs ANY day over seeing the world. Why would i want to walk out my front door when i have the &lt;em&gt;WHOLE WORLD&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;within the walls of my own&amp;nbsp;home. I'm one lucky girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SycnK1BlcrI/AAAAAAAADUE/3fRQIsZ6doM/s1600-h/IMG_6295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SycnK1BlcrI/AAAAAAAADUE/3fRQIsZ6doM/s640/IMG_6295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sycpx8WtF1I/AAAAAAAADUM/VP2LUOw4UlI/s1600-h/IMG_6466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sycpx8WtF1I/AAAAAAAADUM/VP2LUOw4UlI/s640/IMG_6466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sycp41mcbQI/AAAAAAAADUU/EIcypfDfhnA/s1600-h/DSC09025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sycp41mcbQI/AAAAAAAADUU/EIcypfDfhnA/s640/DSC09025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-7725984716847276617?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7725984716847276617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=7725984716847276617&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7725984716847276617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7725984716847276617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/12/prego-update.html' title='Prego Update.'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SycnK1BlcrI/AAAAAAAADUE/3fRQIsZ6doM/s72-c/IMG_6295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-6199830405281971048</id><published>2009-12-03T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:14:00.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We are completely in love with our beautiful daughter. Can you tell? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiItKBJyjI/AAAAAAAADFg/P7tK3lUvtac/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+week+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiItKBJyjI/AAAAAAAADFg/P7tK3lUvtac/s640/Thanksgiving+week+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-6199830405281971048?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6199830405281971048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=6199830405281971048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6199830405281971048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6199830405281971048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/12/mmm.html' title='Mmm...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiItKBJyjI/AAAAAAAADFg/P7tK3lUvtac/s72-c/Thanksgiving+week+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3996068842729902724</id><published>2009-11-22T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:59:26.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months down...2 To Go!</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for your input. I've decided i'll just post random here and there. So here's random. :) This is sadly the only real pregnancy pictures i've taken with this pregnancy. (Besides our Halloween pictures that are super cute...COMING SOON...) The first two pictures represent this pregnancy's fun kidney stones and the third is to show my huge belly. Bottom line... only TWO months to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiW1ERX7GI/AAAAAAAADGI/bTjydBtJ2ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_6273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiW1ERX7GI/AAAAAAAADGI/bTjydBtJ2ZQ/s400/IMG_6273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiW41I7VFI/AAAAAAAADGQ/bC609NM90BE/s1600-h/IMG_6272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiW41I7VFI/AAAAAAAADGQ/bC609NM90BE/s400/IMG_6272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiW5ZX4uhI/AAAAAAAADGY/Xqy5xPOPuAE/s1600-h/7months.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiW5ZX4uhI/AAAAAAAADGY/Xqy5xPOPuAE/s400/7months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3996068842729902724?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3996068842729902724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3996068842729902724&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3996068842729902724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3996068842729902724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/11/7-months-down2-to-go.html' title='7 Months down...2 To Go!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SxiW1ERX7GI/AAAAAAAADGI/bTjydBtJ2ZQ/s72-c/IMG_6273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4545909487577854246</id><published>2009-11-09T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:47:52.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Thinking...</title><content type='html'>of getting rid of our blog. I feel like i don't have the time or desire to keep it updated and i spend all my time on our family albums (which are insanely cute by the way) and our home videos. Maybe i can put links up to the albums or something...i don't know. Is it really worth it? I have so many cute pictures and so many memories i want to share but it just takes so long to put them on the blog. I'd much rather spend the time with my kids and my sweetheart writing in our journals and recording it all in our albums than on my computer discussing my inner most feelings and latest fun times with the world. On the other hand it's fun to share ridiculously cute pictures of your kids and great times with the family. So im stuck. Ive tried turning my blog into a book but i found another program i like better to do our family albums, so that's not an option. What do you think? Do i throw in the towel, or is there an option i'm missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon. I can't post without including a picture of this beautiful girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SviwWq7-9yI/AAAAAAAADD0/jPq1cjFawfk/s1600-h/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SviwWq7-9yI/AAAAAAAADD0/jPq1cjFawfk/s320/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402261656560400162" 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/278330726849754649-4545909487577854246?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4545909487577854246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4545909487577854246&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4545909487577854246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4545909487577854246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Thinking...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SviwWq7-9yI/AAAAAAAADD0/jPq1cjFawfk/s72-c/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-7931170172831825223</id><published>2009-10-22T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:44:20.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style="text-align:&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVMQgrmI/AAAAAAAADC8/vkDXt_f1jyw/s1600-h/9424_318242025610_503245610_9665039_7837497_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670058936610402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVMQgrmI/AAAAAAAADC8/vkDXt_f1jyw/s320/9424_318242025610_503245610_9665039_7837497_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;my only Sunshine...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFW3G5g0I/AAAAAAAADDc/bAgCiRKznWo/s1600-h/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670087618888514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFW3G5g0I/AAAAAAAADDc/bAgCiRKznWo/s320/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You make me happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVY4PmBI/AAAAAAAADDE/17IX7S1-wf0/s1600-h/9424_318242015610_503245610_9665037_6859106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670062324488210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVY4PmBI/AAAAAAAADDE/17IX7S1-wf0/s320/9424_318242015610_503245610_9665037_6859106_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;when skies are grey.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuOAhE7fIRI/AAAAAAAADDs/OBOJLNGm8cY/s1600-h/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuOAhE7fIRI/AAAAAAAADDs/OBOJLNGm8cY/s320/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396298084267270418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You'll never know dear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFWcPDsJI/AAAAAAAADDU/LUsecLFtNBM/s1600-h/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670080405352594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFWcPDsJI/AAAAAAAADDU/LUsecLFtNBM/s320/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;how much i love you...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVsuSrYI/AAAAAAAADDM/ndlH33zD_nA/s1600-h/9424_318242010610_503245610_9665036_2995246_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670067651456386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 246px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVsuSrYI/AAAAAAAADDM/ndlH33zD_nA/s320/9424_318242010610_503245610_9665036_2995246_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Please don't take my Sunshine away!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/style="text-align:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-7931170172831825223?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7931170172831825223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=7931170172831825223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7931170172831825223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7931170172831825223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVMQgrmI/AAAAAAAADC8/vkDXt_f1jyw/s72-c/9424_318242025610_503245610_9665039_7837497_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-1978924915017429188</id><published>2009-10-05T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:39:08.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bump :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken with my phone so the quality isn't great but, yay, i have a bump. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SsrXnHTjX-I/AAAAAAAADC0/T-KnWShKcU4/s1600-h/prego+20+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SsrXnHTjX-I/AAAAAAAADC0/T-KnWShKcU4/s320/prego+20+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389356971078148066" 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/278330726849754649-1978924915017429188?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1978924915017429188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=1978924915017429188&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1978924915017429188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1978924915017429188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-bump.html' title='Baby Bump :)'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SsrXnHTjX-I/AAAAAAAADC0/T-KnWShKcU4/s72-c/prego+20+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-2279420741910807999</id><published>2009-09-15T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:10:25.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mama!</title><content type='html'>Our baby learned to write her name today!! I know being&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; proud&lt;/span&gt; isn't always good...but today i couldn't help it.  :) Way to go Nicci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SrA5na4_j3I/AAAAAAAADCs/YyrM4A8NMOA/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SrA5na4_j3I/AAAAAAAADCs/YyrM4A8NMOA/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381864904103792498" 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/278330726849754649-2279420741910807999?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2279420741910807999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=2279420741910807999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2279420741910807999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2279420741910807999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/09/proud-mama.html' title='Proud Mama!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SrA5na4_j3I/AAAAAAAADCs/YyrM4A8NMOA/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-698388245679057719</id><published>2009-09-09T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:19:56.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These pictures were taken about a year ago and i just found them on my friend's computer. It made me laugh! Nicci is such a sweet little character and i couldn't help but share these three pictures that absolutely made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SqfviftVxSI/AAAAAAAADCk/JvhrptWRuGg/s1600-h/DH000382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531655823607074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SqfviftVxSI/AAAAAAAADCk/JvhrptWRuGg/s400/DH000382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SqftyEm3OwI/AAAAAAAADCc/aMPpJ2bQVao/s1600-h/DH000378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529724403333890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SqftyEm3OwI/AAAAAAAADCc/aMPpJ2bQVao/s400/DH000378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sqftxm6kgGI/AAAAAAAADCU/LkyI0mLHGGA/s1600-h/DH000381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529716432928866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sqftxm6kgGI/AAAAAAAADCU/LkyI0mLHGGA/s400/DH000381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-698388245679057719?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/698388245679057719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=698388245679057719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/698388245679057719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/698388245679057719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SqfviftVxSI/AAAAAAAADCk/JvhrptWRuGg/s72-c/DH000382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3018414247932652274</id><published>2009-09-01T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:47:27.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Girls" Are Growing Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3uK7tl1RI/AAAAAAAADCM/T-JIzjeDFwc/s1600-h/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376715401745257746" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3uK7tl1RI/AAAAAAAADCM/T-JIzjeDFwc/s320/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+009.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might have caught on through the title but we are happy to announce that &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 130%;"&gt;we are having another GIRL!!!&lt;/span&gt; Not only that, but today was Nicci's first day of school! We have her enrolled in a Montessori preschool full time and she is loving it. It was such an emotional day realizing that my baby has officially started her school years. Nicci is growing up so fast and will make such a precious big sister and will be a huge help to Mommy!! We took a few pictures today and being the pregnant tired mommy i am right now, i stayed comfortable in my pajamas and cried all my makeup off before we left the house! Today was such a special day...i will cherish the memories forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seth gave Nicci her very first father's blessing for school! By the end of the blessing my eyes were puffy and i had never been so in love with these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3ty_c5F1I/AAAAAAAADCE/kwSKhnoyYlU/s1600-h/preschool+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376714990432098130" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3ty_c5F1I/AAAAAAAADCE/kwSKhnoyYlU/s400/preschool+1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 228px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicci was excited to wear her new shirt to school! There's nothing like the smell of new clothes on the first day of school. Doesn't she just look so darn precious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tsdQ6FMI/AAAAAAAADB8/LG1emeg8KAg/s1600-h/preschool+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376714878175810754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tsdQ6FMI/AAAAAAAADB8/LG1emeg8KAg/s400/preschool+2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 291px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicci with her amazing teacher Miss Lacie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tr_r4VFI/AAAAAAAADB0/NXk-vp70FwQ/s1600-h/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376714870235878482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tr_r4VFI/AAAAAAAADB0/NXk-vp70FwQ/s400/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+011.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicci made two very good friends today. Kenzie and Ava. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3trLM6-1I/AAAAAAAADBs/c0CRIIr7okQ/s1600-h/preschool+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376714856147385170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3trLM6-1I/AAAAAAAADBs/c0CRIIr7okQ/s400/preschool+3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 309px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so proud of our big girl today! We took her to iHop to celebrate her first day of school. She was such a big girl. She wanted to sit on her own side and she ordered all by herself and showed us how good she was coloring inside the lines. :) When did she get so independent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tq8eX0jI/AAAAAAAADBk/1g0eE9r_HxI/s1600-h/preschool+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376714852194046514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tq8eX0jI/AAAAAAAADBk/1g0eE9r_HxI/s400/preschool+4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 133px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so proud of my Nicci-D. No matter what, she will always be my little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tqJpyicI/AAAAAAAADBc/7GGCOXfA54M/s1600-h/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376714838551726530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tqJpyicI/AAAAAAAADBc/7GGCOXfA54M/s400/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+022.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3018414247932652274?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3018414247932652274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3018414247932652274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3018414247932652274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3018414247932652274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-girls-are-growing-up.html' title='Our &quot;Girls&quot; Are Growing Up!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3uK7tl1RI/AAAAAAAADCM/T-JIzjeDFwc/s72-c/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-2601485399018018910</id><published>2009-07-31T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:24:43.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Fishy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnNeCrVX_BI/AAAAAAAADAw/UCDt-KKYLng/s1600-h/PICTURES+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364734981213518866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnNeCrVX_BI/AAAAAAAADAw/UCDt-KKYLng/s320/PICTURES+140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Earlier this summer Nicci took swimming lessons and it was a really good experience. Since Nicci was born she has loved the water so we decided when she turned three that it was time to teach her how to survive in the water! She had a lot of fun and learned to listen to her teacher...(kinda)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of the progress she has made! Last week she accidently fell in without her swimmies and she held her breath and never stopped kicking! We got her out of the water but she almost had her head above before we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJcDajcCgI/AAAAAAAADAY/2EwcFbaMZZk/s1600-h/PICTURES+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364451319889005058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJcDajcCgI/AAAAAAAADAY/2EwcFbaMZZk/s320/PICTURES+161.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci had a bad habit of escaping her class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJcC9l_vkI/AAAAAAAADAQ/GOKrMdaOx3I/s1600-h/PICTURES+181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364451312115105346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJcC9l_vkI/AAAAAAAADAQ/GOKrMdaOx3I/s320/PICTURES+181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Nicci would do when she woke up was put on her swimming suit, eat, and then patiently wait for swimming class. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa1eVghZI/AAAAAAAAC_4/da_djyzqL6w/s1600-h/PICTURES+311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364449980874524050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa1eVghZI/AAAAAAAAC_4/da_djyzqL6w/s320/PICTURES+311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa2d8rCfI/AAAAAAAADAI/AykdT7s0V74/s1600-h/PICTURES+306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364449997950224882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa2d8rCfI/AAAAAAAADAI/AykdT7s0V74/s320/PICTURES+306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could squeeze her until she pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa14HANNI/AAAAAAAADAA/U38shXgNl8c/s1600-h/PICTURES+265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364449987793007826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa14HANNI/AAAAAAAADAA/U38shXgNl8c/s320/PICTURES+265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORY TIME. The swim class was for two weeks and from the very beginning Nicci would refer to &lt;em&gt;everyone &lt;/em&gt;as "her friends", even the older kids. Well the older kids, (particularly these two girls) were so mean to her. They would make fun of her right to her face and Nicci was so confused...and i was angry. I never said anything because that would make it worse obviously, but everyday i would go home in tears. Watching my little girl try to be friends with everyone and then &lt;em&gt;rejected &lt;/em&gt;right to her face for no reason was pain i had never felt. Nicci is a sweet kid so everyday she just continued to be nice. Well, three days before the end of the class, all of a sudden these girls wanted to be friends with Nicci. They came early just to play with her before class and then stay late to play with her after. It was the most incredible example to me of unconditional kindness and love. I watched Nicci continue to get made fun of and laughed at...and all the while she was still smiling, being kind, and trying to be friends. And then low and behold, these girls had a change of heart. It was a cool experience. I absolutely adore my little girl. :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXfjOfzwI/AAAAAAAAC_w/5HHsyeEy8TM/s1600-h/PICTURES+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364446305695289090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXfjOfzwI/AAAAAAAAC_w/5HHsyeEy8TM/s320/PICTURES+174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swim class Nicci's favorite thing to do was go to my parent's house and show off all her new skills to Grandma and Grandpa! It was such a fun two weeks.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXfLL2pjI/AAAAAAAAC_o/nDUTTKqShMU/s1600-h/PICTURES+189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364446299241752114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXfLL2pjI/AAAAAAAAC_o/nDUTTKqShMU/s320/PICTURES+189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No swimmies...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXegtDn8I/AAAAAAAAC_g/CnYGto7Ljm8/s1600-h/PICTURES+222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364446287838289858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXegtDn8I/AAAAAAAAC_g/CnYGto7Ljm8/s320/PICTURES+222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJWUNkIJ5I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/sim9CWEfswo/s1600-h/PICTURES+227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364445011390244754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJWUNkIJ5I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/sim9CWEfswo/s320/PICTURES+227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our sweet little fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJWTiPS7jI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/DFR6MOUC1O4/s1600-h/PICTURES+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364444999760145970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJWTiPS7jI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/DFR6MOUC1O4/s320/PICTURES+195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-2601485399018018910?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2601485399018018910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=2601485399018018910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2601485399018018910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2601485399018018910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-little-fishy_31.html' title='Our Little Fishy'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnNeCrVX_BI/AAAAAAAADAw/UCDt-KKYLng/s72-c/PICTURES+140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-8887891863212031379</id><published>2009-07-28T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:38:19.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever seen such a handsome guy in your life? I haven't. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sm-VB1VjsLI/AAAAAAAAC_I/HhceAzcBnsY/s1600-h/PICTURES+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363669539951456434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sm-VB1VjsLI/AAAAAAAAC_I/HhceAzcBnsY/s320/PICTURES+110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately i've been feeling very lucky to have such a hardworking lovable husband. He's so patient with my pregnancy mishaps...spilling milk all the time...knocking over the beautiful flowers he brings home for me...and lets not forget me sitting on the food i place on the couch to comfortably eat. He works close to 80 hour weeks and always makes time for his girls. NOT only time, but he makes us feel special every single day. I'm so glad i married my very best friend. I love you my insanely handsome hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-8887891863212031379?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8887891863212031379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=8887891863212031379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8887891863212031379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8887891863212031379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/07/smitten.html' title='Smitten'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sm-VB1VjsLI/AAAAAAAAC_I/HhceAzcBnsY/s72-c/PICTURES+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-6335325441911424127</id><published>2009-06-09T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:26:09.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have An Announcement!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby #2 is on his/her way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm Pregnant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Si8ip-qGw4I/AAAAAAAAC_A/UN5FxHdeuKc/s1600-h/DSC07933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345529387301651330" style="DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Si8ip-qGw4I/AAAAAAAAC_A/UN5FxHdeuKc/s400/DSC07933.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:74%;"&gt;We are SO excited to have our family expand and for Nicci to be a big sister! When we told Nicci she was going to be a big sister she said, "Mommy! You having baby?! Awwww!" And then she kissed my belly. :) ...Pure bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-6335325441911424127?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6335325441911424127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=6335325441911424127&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6335325441911424127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6335325441911424127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-have-announcement_09.html' title='We Have An Announcement!!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Si8ip-qGw4I/AAAAAAAAC_A/UN5FxHdeuKc/s72-c/DSC07933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4034523600042946650</id><published>2009-05-21T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:12:42.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In two days (on Saturday) our baby turns three. It's almost impossible to comprehend. It feels like just yesterday i was lying in the delivery room counting Nicci's fingers and toes, wondering how someone so tiny and new could surpass perfection like she was. It's so strange that it's been almost three years since that night. As it got closer to May this year we talked about all the different things we could give her for her birthday... a bike, a pool, a trampoline, an elaborate party... but then one night we knew. Homemade Love. The perfect gift. So with my two hands (and the help of my sweet husband) we made her a lap quilt and a scripture bag to match. We are giving Nicci her first little scriptures with &lt;em&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy's&lt;/em&gt; testimonies on the inside cover. Nicci has such a bright little spirit. So many Dr.s told us there was a possibility that she would have mental complications, but instead she is growing into such a delightful little girl who absolutely &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt;, and i mean &lt;em&gt;really LOVES&lt;/em&gt; church and her Savior Jesus Christ. So we felt that with a mix of homemade love and her first set of scriptures that on her birthday she would not only feel the love of her parents who simply adore her, but the love of her Heavenly Father and Savior Jesus Christ who love her even more. We finished her gifts today and my heart is so full of both excitement and joy. Excitement to wrap Nic up in her quilt and show her her very own scriptures... and joy that Heavenly Father has so kindly blessed us with such a special little girl who teaches us more about love than we could ever teach her. ...In 30 hours my little princess turns 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1j8jNP3I/AAAAAAAAC-o/KFQ3VGMJvq8/s1600-h/Nicci+3+bday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338442931215613810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1j8jNP3I/AAAAAAAAC-o/KFQ3VGMJvq8/s400/Nicci+3+bday+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1jWt8g6I/AAAAAAAAC-g/7qOO--9JFQo/s1600-h/Nicci+3+bday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338442921060107170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1jWt8g6I/AAAAAAAAC-g/7qOO--9JFQo/s400/Nicci+3+bday+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1jHFoJDI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/1u6nW6mPVmE/s1600-h/Nicci+3+bday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338442916864468018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1jHFoJDI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/1u6nW6mPVmE/s400/Nicci+3+bday+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1i84adFI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/HdeKRXM1pkM/s1600-h/Nicci+3+bday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338442914124690514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1i84adFI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/HdeKRXM1pkM/s400/Nicci+3+bday+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1ig6BZ6I/AAAAAAAAC-I/e5vT-Rm9gns/s1600-h/Nicci+3+bday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338442906615244706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1ig6BZ6I/AAAAAAAAC-I/e5vT-Rm9gns/s400/Nicci+3+bday+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-4034523600042946650?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4034523600042946650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4034523600042946650&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4034523600042946650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4034523600042946650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/05/homemade-love.html' title='Homemade Love'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ShX1j8jNP3I/AAAAAAAAC-o/KFQ3VGMJvq8/s72-c/Nicci+3+bday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-7791475134583067476</id><published>2009-05-13T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:20:27.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Easter was amazing this year. We created a lot of special memories that we will cherish forever. We also took a million pictures. What tells a story better than pictures?! I put them into collages to reduce the scrolling. :) Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our Easter Story 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtHCQJKFNI/AAAAAAAAC8o/pLOZk_HNFXE/s1600-h/Easter+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436287569171666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtHCQJKFNI/AAAAAAAAC8o/pLOZk_HNFXE/s400/Easter+001.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the Friday before Easter we colored eggs and we all had a blast! I made Peanut Butter Popcorn and my parents brought a million fun things to decorate eggs with!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtHCFKmqlI/AAAAAAAAC8g/F272vT1GtvM/s1600-h/color+eggs+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436284622449234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtHCFKmqlI/AAAAAAAAC8g/F272vT1GtvM/s400/color+eggs+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtbepHRDUI/AAAAAAAAC8w/t980OjJ5RQ4/s1600-h/color+eggs+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335458765541018946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtbepHRDUI/AAAAAAAAC8w/t980OjJ5RQ4/s400/color+eggs+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicci actually understood the whole Easter Bunny concept this year! It was a lot of fun. When we went to see the Easter Bunny at the mall she ran right up to him all by herself. I almost cried she was such a big girl!! We colored eggs on Friday night and then left a note for the Easter Bunny asking him to come on Saturday morning because Sunday morning we would be at church thinking about Jesus. Sure enough, the Easter Bunny got our letter!! All night Nicci kept telling us she "heard" the Easter Bunny coming! It was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtHBymK7_I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/9-KJXZeV3l0/s1600-h/easter+bunny+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436279637798898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtHBymK7_I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/9-KJXZeV3l0/s400/easter+bunny+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Nicci came downstairs and saw that the Easter Bunny had dropped some candy on the floor she looked up at me and said, "Oh no Mommy, Easter Bunny made a mess!" haha. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGgBQJBDI/AAAAAAAAC8I/zf7L9B3BHSw/s1600-h/easter+bunny+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335435699456377906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGgBQJBDI/AAAAAAAAC8I/zf7L9B3BHSw/s400/easter+bunny+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EASTER SUNDAY*&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGgCMK0pI/AAAAAAAAC8A/jpIVS_nDnWc/s1600-h/Easter+Morning+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335435699708154514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGgCMK0pI/AAAAAAAAC8A/jpIVS_nDnWc/s400/Easter+Morning+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGf9YGn2I/AAAAAAAAC74/VdUXKsae3o4/s1600-h/easter+noon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335435698416033634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGf9YGn2I/AAAAAAAAC74/VdUXKsae3o4/s400/easter+noon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to drop dead &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{drum role please}&lt;/span&gt; I cooked our entire Easter Dinner, all by myself. :) We had Easter Dinner with my parents, it was so much fun! ...Honey Baked Ham &amp;amp; Turkey (thank you Mom &amp;amp; Dad!), Scalloped Potatoes, seasoned Corn, Spinach Salad with Strawberries and roasted Almonds, Rolls, Orange Glazed Beets, Chocolate Covered Strawberries and Apples. And Ice Cream and Sorbet for dessert. Seth was so excited i was cooking he couldn't stop breaking out into song. :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGfjikE9I/AAAAAAAAC7w/JBxkWeeTIdY/s1600-h/cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335435691480585170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGfjikE9I/AAAAAAAAC7w/JBxkWeeTIdY/s400/cooking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicci had A LOT of fun playing with Grandma and Grandpa...and WAY too much candy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGfk3orQI/AAAAAAAAC7o/aWTW1V8BTdA/s1600-h/memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335435691837402370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtGfk3orQI/AAAAAAAAC7o/aWTW1V8BTdA/s400/memories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had such a special Easter with so many fun family memories. It was particularly special to watch Nicci have so much fun with the Easter Bunny but THEN to hear her tell us what Easter was all about right before our Easter dinner. In her words: "Easter bout Jesus, not Easter Bunny. Jesus was resrected for me. I love Easter. I Love Jesus, He's my friend." ( {tear} she does listen to us!! ) We are so thankful for our Savior and for all the sacrifices He made for us so that we could be with Him and our special family forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Easter 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-7791475134583067476?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7791475134583067476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=7791475134583067476&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7791475134583067476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7791475134583067476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/05/joys-of-easter.html' title='The Joys of Easter'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SgtHCQJKFNI/AAAAAAAAC8o/pLOZk_HNFXE/s72-c/Easter+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4404415820168192926</id><published>2009-04-07T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:59:43.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm So Glad When Daddy Comes Home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Seth got home from work he went into the backyard and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; ran after him. I stayed inside and continued reading the mail when all of a sudden i heard &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt;. I opened the door to find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; with all of her clothes off and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sdv9nKDt1nI/AAAAAAAAC64/ii0peKeTo30/s1600-h/nic+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322126233825039986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sdv9nKDt1nI/AAAAAAAAC64/ii0peKeTo30/s320/nic+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sdv9nv7lRmI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/o-OYL2kPkFA/s1600-h/nic+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322126243991471714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sdv9nv7lRmI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/o-OYL2kPkFA/s320/nic+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sdv9nl0x23I/AAAAAAAAC7I/zV_1J44JZ7w/s1600-h/nic+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322126241278581618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sdv9nl0x23I/AAAAAAAAC7I/zV_1J44JZ7w/s320/nic+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sdv9nXqmUPI/AAAAAAAAC7A/Xp7YOcq0bGQ/s1600-h/nic+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322126237477785842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sdv9nXqmUPI/AAAAAAAAC7A/Xp7YOcq0bGQ/s320/nic+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SdwAgyS_WHI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/wHZ1iytRel0/s1600-h/nic+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322129422902319218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SdwAgyS_WHI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/wHZ1iytRel0/s320/nic+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SdwAhRDjF0I/AAAAAAAAC7g/mzDXrMaoB5c/s1600-h/nic+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322129431159052098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SdwAhRDjF0I/AAAAAAAAC7g/mzDXrMaoB5c/s320/nic+054.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; has been a little devil lately, so this cute little Daddy-Daughter moment really melted my heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-4404415820168192926?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4404415820168192926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4404415820168192926&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4404415820168192926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4404415820168192926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-glad-when-daddy-comes-home.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m So Glad When Daddy Comes Home&quot;'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sdv9nKDt1nI/AAAAAAAAC64/ii0peKeTo30/s72-c/nic+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-7955327994551018658</id><published>2009-03-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:37:57.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I came downstairs this morning to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ScqjECkq9UI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Ur16VwPLWrQ/s1600-h/nicci+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317241599869777218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ScqjECkq9UI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Ur16VwPLWrQ/s320/nicci+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci had poured her cereal and was reading Bella a story. (out of a cookbook) When i asked her, "Nicci, what are you doing?" She responded with, "Taking care of my best friend mommy." I almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-7955327994551018658?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7955327994551018658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=7955327994551018658&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7955327994551018658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7955327994551018658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/03/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ScqjECkq9UI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Ur16VwPLWrQ/s72-c/nicci+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-2275509037027355025</id><published>2009-03-22T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:37:38.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say "Brunette's Have More Fun"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i thought i'd give it a try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Scacc-i6TpI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/pjaqnWXuojw/s1600-h/Brunette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316108431797145234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Scacc-i6TpI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/pjaqnWXuojw/s320/Brunette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ScabgjH4kLI/AAAAAAAAC4I/XYSpG7ziVAU/s1600-h/brunette_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316107393643876530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/ScabgjH4kLI/AAAAAAAAC4I/XYSpG7ziVAU/s320/brunette_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SccuAdvomcI/AAAAAAAAC4g/AadSNxqSn-M/s1600-h/brunette+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316268470653458882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SccuAdvomcI/AAAAAAAAC4g/AadSNxqSn-M/s320/brunette+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-2275509037027355025?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2275509037027355025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=2275509037027355025&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2275509037027355025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2275509037027355025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-say-brunettes-have-more-fun.html' title='They Say &quot;Brunette&apos;s Have More Fun&quot;...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Scacc-i6TpI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/pjaqnWXuojw/s72-c/Brunette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-7568539849649067721</id><published>2009-03-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:22:39.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mommy Wow! I'm a Big Kid Now!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Around the Ras household these days, two major accomplishments have been made that i feel worthy of mentioning. The first one being: our adorable Nicci is finally potty trained!! She loves her "pee pee in the potty dance" and had only 3 accidents during her 'training period', you might call it. Seth woke up one day and said, "No more diapers! You're a big girl now." I wondered if she was ready but he insisted that she was, and he couldn't have been more right! We are SO proud of her and her determination to learn! Congrats Nicci!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SbSZ-yWS3UI/AAAAAAAAC1k/J3ZB4V1BNTI/s1600-h/DSC06763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311039164522880322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SbSZ-yWS3UI/AAAAAAAAC1k/J3ZB4V1BNTI/s320/DSC06763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing has to do with me. :) Many of you know i quit my job at Outback. It was one of the best decisions i have ever made. Lately i have really embraced being a wife and mother and know that that's the most important thing in my life now, and forever...and i want to be good at it! I want to raise Heavenly Father's children to be the best they can be and to support my husband in every way...including yes, even the bane of my existence, &lt;em&gt;cooking&lt;/em&gt;. So today, March 8 2009, i made dinner, &lt;em&gt;on my own, &lt;/em&gt;for my family for the first time in almost 4 years of marriage. It was the most incredible feeling...the food ended up cold and it didn't look too appetizing, but it was made with love and the two most beautiful people in my life were so grateful and supportive. Some people would probably be embarrassed to admit the first time they had ever cooked for their family was almost 4 years into their marriage, but i'm not. I've fought it for so long, and now as i've made the small decision to cook for my family i've been blessed with the strength to learn how to cook and enjoy it. I'm going to fail sometimes in the cooking area, i know that. But i know i &lt;em&gt;wont fail&lt;/em&gt; in helping my family come closer together and making my husband smile with each and every meal. :) It will only make me stronger, my family happier, and in the end, someday, i'll know how to cook and be good at it! I've watched my mother cook meals for my dad almost all my life, and when i hear my dad talk about how special something as simple as dinner was to him, and see the joy it brought my mom just by serving my father and her children every day and night with simple meals, it makes me want to give my family the love and unity she provided me with while growing up. So i'm doing it. I'm cooking meals for my lovely family everyday, and i'm so excited to do so! Nothing is more gratifying than seeing the smiles on their faces...and knowing that i helped put them there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mac n Cheese, Broccoli, Carrots, and Grilled Cheese sandwiches with marinara sauce. (Nicci calls them 'Pizza Sandwhichs') It's a start!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SbSdnAp9NAI/AAAAAAAAC1s/RQh2D2_AvCg/s1600-h/DSC06767.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311043154093093890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SbSdnAp9NAI/AAAAAAAAC1s/RQh2D2_AvCg/s320/DSC06767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The two beautiful people who make my world go round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SbSdnm1tRkI/AAAAAAAAC10/2VNoJ4eMQ0s/s1600-h/DSC06776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311043164342928962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SbSdnm1tRkI/AAAAAAAAC10/2VNoJ4eMQ0s/s320/DSC06776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-7568539849649067721?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7568539849649067721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=7568539849649067721&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7568539849649067721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7568539849649067721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/03/mommy-wow-im-big-kid-now.html' title='&quot;Mommy Wow! I&apos;m a Big Kid Now!&quot;'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SbSZ-yWS3UI/AAAAAAAAC1k/J3ZB4V1BNTI/s72-c/DSC06763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-559423882082512880</id><published>2009-02-28T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:55:24.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SaowjmBjU_I/AAAAAAAAC1c/NMsLWWMAoFg/s1600-h/vday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308108498870162418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SaowjmBjU_I/AAAAAAAAC1c/NMsLWWMAoFg/s320/vday+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a Sneak Peak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More cute Vday pictures to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-559423882082512880?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/559423882082512880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=559423882082512880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/559423882082512880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/559423882082512880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-day.html' title='Heart Day.'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SaowjmBjU_I/AAAAAAAAC1c/NMsLWWMAoFg/s72-c/vday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4303150062549512169</id><published>2009-02-19T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:33:59.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZ5OCW0e0lI/AAAAAAAAC1U/pNNqV6jzeyc/s1600-h/Nicci_dentist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304763213481431634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZ5OCW0e0lI/AAAAAAAAC1U/pNNqV6jzeyc/s320/Nicci_dentist.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci had her teeth cleaned for the first time today! Our baby is growing up...&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/278330726849754649-4303150062549512169?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4303150062549512169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4303150062549512169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4303150062549512169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4303150062549512169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZ5OCW0e0lI/AAAAAAAAC1U/pNNqV6jzeyc/s72-c/Nicci_dentist.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-9112741281475919609</id><published>2009-02-17T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:40:15.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake-a-Shake-a-SHAKE-A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Very early in the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci- (screaming), "Shake-a Shake-a Shake-AHH...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seth- (irritated), "Nicci, you don't even know what those are...they're for babies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci- (confident), "No Daddy, they're Maracas! Shake-a Daddy Shake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZtza6U8gnI/AAAAAAAAC1M/H617_6Xj4cg/s1600-h/nicci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959892329792114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZtza6U8gnI/AAAAAAAAC1M/H617_6Xj4cg/s320/nicci.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We laughed for at least 5 min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-9112741281475919609?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/9112741281475919609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=9112741281475919609&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/9112741281475919609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/9112741281475919609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/02/shake-shake-shake.html' title='Shake-a-Shake-a-SHAKE-A'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZtza6U8gnI/AAAAAAAAC1M/H617_6Xj4cg/s72-c/nicci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3828336333444158067</id><published>2009-02-15T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:30:31.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Little Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever seen such a beautiful little girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZilPTALYyI/AAAAAAAAC1E/hxe32-Ut7uI/s1600-h/fun+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303170243446399778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZilPTALYyI/AAAAAAAAC1E/hxe32-Ut7uI/s320/fun+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZikQ0VWMFI/AAAAAAAAC08/lQrcVkSVMYk/s1600-h/fun+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303169170061799506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZikQ0VWMFI/AAAAAAAAC08/lQrcVkSVMYk/s320/fun+132.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope. You haven't :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3828336333444158067?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3828336333444158067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3828336333444158067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3828336333444158067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3828336333444158067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-little-princess.html' title='Pretty Little Princess'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SZilPTALYyI/AAAAAAAAC1E/hxe32-Ut7uI/s72-c/fun+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-1963039896527421795</id><published>2009-02-08T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:07:48.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicci-Longstockings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm fully aware i have a little bit of catching up to do but this is SO cute and SO funny that i had to post this. Seth and i were hanging out with some friends and it was time for Nicci to go to bed so we told her to go upstairs and get her pajamas on. Almost a half hour later we realized she had never come back down, so we went upstairs... and found this. She was in our bed, with my socks on, her shirt on backwards, and a clean diaper underneath her. We win the &lt;em&gt;parents of the year&lt;/em&gt; award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SY-5LHIMHQI/AAAAAAAAC0E/MUoeki0TmpI/s1600-h/nicci+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300658886981459202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SY-5LHIMHQI/AAAAAAAAC0E/MUoeki0TmpI/s320/nicci+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SY-2k-UqUII/AAAAAAAACz8/cpCJh7oP7Tw/s1600-h/nicci+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656032759566466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SY-2k-UqUII/AAAAAAAACz8/cpCJh7oP7Tw/s320/nicci+001.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have one very amazing kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-1963039896527421795?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1963039896527421795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=1963039896527421795&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1963039896527421795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1963039896527421795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2009/02/nicci-longstockings.html' title='Nicci-Longstockings'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SY-5LHIMHQI/AAAAAAAAC0E/MUoeki0TmpI/s72-c/nicci+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-6686749677652972295</id><published>2008-11-21T03:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:21:53.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i Was Stephanie Meyers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'd be furious. Either my hopes were too high or Twilight, the movie, was really just that pathetic. I'm very upset. I spent hours bawling and delving into the character's souls while reading the book...and then i spent 2 hours of my life laughing hysterically while trying to find romance within the movie. What were those producers thinking?! I want my money back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-6686749677652972295?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6686749677652972295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=6686749677652972295&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6686749677652972295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6686749677652972295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-was-stephanie-meyers.html' title='If i Was Stephanie Meyers...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-8715846245115666861</id><published>2008-11-19T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:51:33.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes The World Go Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what gets me out of bed every day...what makes me smile...what keeps me &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSR_OJWFmcI/AAAAAAAACvk/DMKFp5Vz0gw/s1600-h/halloween+102_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270477344933779906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSR_OJWFmcI/AAAAAAAACvk/DMKFp5Vz0gw/s320/halloween+102_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSSKMFRZYZI/AAAAAAAACwU/tn4jksYxf1M/s1600-h/halloween+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSSKMFRZYZI/AAAAAAAACwU/tn4jksYxf1M/s320/halloween+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270489404108530066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSSA_UujZNI/AAAAAAAACv0/5nAvlEjV61k/s1600-h/ups1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270479289314403538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSSA_UujZNI/AAAAAAAACv0/5nAvlEjV61k/s320/ups1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-8715846245115666861?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8715846245115666861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=8715846245115666861&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8715846245115666861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8715846245115666861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-makes-world-go-round.html' title='What Makes The World Go Round'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSR_OJWFmcI/AAAAAAAACvk/DMKFp5Vz0gw/s72-c/halloween+102_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4345543479594408607</id><published>2008-10-15T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:14:25.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' BYU Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our whole family are die hard BYU fans. Since both Seth &amp;amp; i were little, we've been obsessed with BYU football. The year we were born they were national champions! We're crossing our fingers for that repeat. :) Well, my parents have tickets to all the games but since my dad hurt his arm they aren't able to attend the games this year, so they let us 4 kids divide the tickets between us! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ridiculously awesome, right?! Thank you so much Mom &amp;amp; Dad!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We chose to go to the BYU-UCLA game and it was beyond the definition of incredible! Dad's arm had started doing very well and his physical therapy was progressing, so he decided to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(very very carefully)&lt;/span&gt; go to the game with us which made it that much more fun!&lt;/span&gt; Last year we all went to the BYU-UCLA game together too and it was a blast!! Horray for BYU football memories!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If pictures are too small just click to make them larger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last year's fun times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SPaNMxCPX6I/AAAAAAAACsM/c_K3SQI0_v8/s1600-h/2007byu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257544865462312866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SPaNMxCPX6I/AAAAAAAACsM/c_K3SQI0_v8/s400/2007byu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This amazing year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SPaNM0IhEiI/AAAAAAAACsU/eaJjNpdjAAU/s1600-h/byumemories+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257544866293944866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SPaNM0IhEiI/AAAAAAAACsU/eaJjNpdjAAU/s400/byumemories+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fun times on the long drive through football traffic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SPaNNC7UhsI/AAAAAAAACsc/6HUpUu5UX5A/s1600-h/littlebro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257544870265128642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SPaNNC7UhsI/AAAAAAAACsc/6HUpUu5UX5A/s400/littlebro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you again Mom &amp;amp; Dad for making these incredible memories possible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GO COUGARS!!!&lt;/span&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/278330726849754649-4345543479594408607?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4345543479594408607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4345543479594408607&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4345543479594408607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4345543479594408607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/10/byu-football-lovin.html' title='Lovin&apos; BYU Football'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SPaNMxCPX6I/AAAAAAAACsM/c_K3SQI0_v8/s72-c/2007byu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4743506881423440104</id><published>2008-10-01T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:43:14.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicci's Wall of Fame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The worst thing about me is that i'm the world's worst procrastinator. I should win a medal, seriously. When Nicci was 3 months old we took her to get professional pictures done...and then never went back. :( When she turned 2 i promised myself i'd go get her pictures taken and then...never did. Big shocker. Well today Seth, me, &amp;amp; Kaity were walking through the mall and were stopped by a friendly lady from a picture store outside of Dillard's. They were running a special for one free 10x13 and Nicci looked so darn cute we thought what the heck?! At least she'll get a 2 year old picture finally! Well needless to say, we walked out with our free 10x13...$160 framed package of pictures...and a copy of the release they made us sign saying that they could frame and DISPLAY her photo shoot IN their lobby. That's right. Nicci made the "wall of fame" at a photo shop! Why does she have to be so stinkin' cute?! Here are some of our favorites...there's a copyright symbol across every picture but you can still see how insanely adorable she is! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what sheer beauty looks like...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIhmsJBjI/AAAAAAAACrM/nFqWNwZ7H5s/s1600-h/Nicci+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252121332602701362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIhmsJBjI/AAAAAAAACrM/nFqWNwZ7H5s/s400/Nicci+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIhsgyzGI/AAAAAAAACrU/M8m4zbe0UQI/s1600-h/Nicci+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252121334165720162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIhsgyzGI/AAAAAAAACrU/M8m4zbe0UQI/s400/Nicci+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could she get ANY cuter?!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIhpOpTnI/AAAAAAAACrc/5TEroFAvAKw/s1600-h/Nicci+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252121333284294258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIhpOpTnI/AAAAAAAACrc/5TEroFAvAKw/s400/Nicci+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONUG1P7buI/AAAAAAAACsE/wFZzyTZDTc4/s1600-h/Nicci+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252134066793967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONUG1P7buI/AAAAAAAACsE/wFZzyTZDTc4/s400/Nicci+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This little girl is known for sticking her finger right up her nose when you say, "SMILE!" This is just so classic Nicci. We love it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIh8pFcOI/AAAAAAAACrk/Vx-F8zvnRKU/s1600-h/Nicci+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252121338495463650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIh8pFcOI/AAAAAAAACrk/Vx-F8zvnRKU/s400/Nicci+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves smelling flowers more than anything else. She always says, "Ooooo Mommy! Cuuuuute! mmmm..." &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIh-IVEwI/AAAAAAAACrs/hcGgYr-hBEY/s1600-h/Nicci+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252121338894947074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIh-IVEwI/AAAAAAAACrs/hcGgYr-hBEY/s400/Nicci+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Picture Perfect.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIosTFMlI/AAAAAAAACr0/k-64mj8CDoE/s1600-h/Nicci+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252121454367289938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIosTFMlI/AAAAAAAACr0/k-64mj8CDoE/s400/Nicci+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-4743506881423440104?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4743506881423440104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4743506881423440104&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4743506881423440104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4743506881423440104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/10/niccis-wall-of-fame.html' title='Nicci&apos;s Wall of Fame!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SONIhmsJBjI/AAAAAAAACrM/nFqWNwZ7H5s/s72-c/Nicci+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-2792806681452016449</id><published>2008-09-26T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:54:09.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN15Q_OgyxI/AAAAAAAACpM/2_gW84b_F8I/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250486073341037330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN15Q_OgyxI/AAAAAAAACpM/2_gW84b_F8I/s320/Pictures+2008+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First of all...isn't our daughter the most beautiful little girl you've ever seen?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;. I love her. ...Ok...moving on...Boo on viruses. On Labor day we had a BBQ at our house and right before our friends started arriving i got on my computer to check my email and a message popped up on my screen that said, "You have a virus! Goodbye" followed by a flipping smiley face, and then my computer shut off. I turned it back on and everything was gone. The entire hard drive was d.e.l.e.t.e.d. I went between screaming Seth's name in hysterics and bawling so hard i couldn't talk. All our pictures were on there...over 5000 pictures!! So what does a girl do when her whole world seems to stop? She calls her mom. When i told my mom what had happened she gave me the number of a brilliant guy in her ward who is a literal computer genius. She helped me calm down enough to call him and figure out a solution. Long story short i gained my composure, redid my makeup, and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; fun BBQ with our friends. THEN afterwards i took my computer to the computer genius's (Aaron) house, and low &amp;amp; behold he ended up recovering all of my pictures with his fancy software. He is such an incredibly selfless person. Thank goodness for kind and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt; people who use their talents to help out little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' people like me! Here are some pictures of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BBQing&lt;/span&gt; fun and some really good friends! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SIDENOTE&lt;/span&gt;: i don't know if i ever blogged about it but i surprised Seth with a BBQ for Father's Day. He has wanted one for a while and always looking at them when we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt;, so i had a pretty good idea which one he'd like. So i had his best friend assemble it for him while he was out golfing and then when he got home i had him open up his first gift- "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BBQing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;utensils&lt;/span&gt;"! I've never seen him run so fast to the back door! :) My dad (the master of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BBQing&lt;/span&gt;) showed him the ropes and he's been learning and doing very well since then!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; waiting for Daddy to get home to find his surprise!&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1mO1pptuI/AAAAAAAAClM/BrMUkiNjxeU/s1600-h/DSC04237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250465145689847522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1mO1pptuI/AAAAAAAAClM/BrMUkiNjxeU/s320/DSC04237.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth's &lt;em&gt;'firing up the grill'&lt;/em&gt; for the first time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1mPYZncqI/AAAAAAAAClU/ghdEsQVenfU/s1600-h/DSC04240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250465155017831074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1mPYZncqI/AAAAAAAAClU/ghdEsQVenfU/s320/DSC04240.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is showing Seth the ropes!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSTsYC_JEaI/AAAAAAAACxE/9r8L7FA4uHM/s1600-h/Moms+camera+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSTsYC_JEaI/AAAAAAAACxE/9r8L7FA4uHM/s320/Moms+camera+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270597361793044898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSTsXtTvEbI/AAAAAAAACw8/sKHpg0_wS-E/s1600-h/Moms+camera+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SSTsXtTvEbI/AAAAAAAACw8/sKHpg0_wS-E/s320/Moms+camera+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270597355973841330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying solo on Labor Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1mPoMsyTI/AAAAAAAAClk/vnQbv588tuA/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250465159258622258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1mPoMsyTI/AAAAAAAAClk/vnQbv588tuA/s320/Pictures+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Labor Day Party&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left: Ryan &amp;amp; Lacie, (little Roxy), Jess &amp;amp; Anton, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kaity&lt;/span&gt;, Dan (Amanda had to work :( we missed you!), Me, Seth, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1mP_fT1RI/AAAAAAAACls/tRAOBTTOMN4/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250465165510694162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1mP_fT1RI/AAAAAAAACls/tRAOBTTOMN4/s320/Pictures+2008+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My beautiful best friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kaity&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; her boyfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; LOVES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; and always steals his hat when he comes over. So cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1p7_9LePI/AAAAAAAACl0/BDZb8Mp06Yc/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250469220085102834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1p7_9LePI/AAAAAAAACl0/BDZb8Mp06Yc/s200/Pictures+2008+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1p8Fj_rqI/AAAAAAAACl8/dt9iGVOC6EU/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250469221590085282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1p8Fj_rqI/AAAAAAAACl8/dt9iGVOC6EU/s200/Pictures+2008+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; adorable Lacie is pregnant and ready to pop! She is so cute with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; and will make such a fabulous mother. Then there's her hubby Ryan &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Amanda's hubby) &lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dan assembling 2 more of our chairs so we'd have enough sitting room. Thanks boys!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1p8VSaNEI/AAAAAAAACmE/JI-qTYwBQLc/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250469225811293250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1p8VSaNEI/AAAAAAAACmE/JI-qTYwBQLc/s200/Pictures+2008+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1p8jkxT7I/AAAAAAAACmM/Q9nZOglaW3M/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250469229646401458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1p8jkxT7I/AAAAAAAACmM/Q9nZOglaW3M/s200/Pictures+2008+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The happy parents-to-be!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1s634Sz9I/AAAAAAAACmU/3QmUY77pYkg/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250472499272142802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1s634Sz9I/AAAAAAAACmU/3QmUY77pYkg/s200/Pictures+2008+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1s6xp2ATI/AAAAAAAACmc/lRe8acgh_jk/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250472497600921906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1s6xp2ATI/AAAAAAAACmc/lRe8acgh_jk/s200/Pictures+2008+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jess &amp;amp; Anton are such great people! We met them when Jess called me about our ad for selling the Civic. Since then we've been good friends. Thank goodness for selling our car! We feel very blessed to have met them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1ucB9jHDI/AAAAAAAACnE/QW6Fxhi2h1c/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250474168425847858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1ucB9jHDI/AAAAAAAACnE/QW6Fxhi2h1c/s200/Pictures+2008+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; walked up to me and told me she needed a napkin. I thought she looked pretty clean but gave her one anyway. Then as i watched her walk off i heard her say, "Dan needs napkin..." then she proceeded to walk up to Dan and wipe off his face! It was SO CUTE!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1ublvFMyI/AAAAAAAACm0/9GJ2qmuau6c/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250474160848974626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1ublvFMyI/AAAAAAAACm0/9GJ2qmuau6c/s200/Pictures+2008+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1uby1qI-I/AAAAAAAACm8/msiphatZZ7o/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250474164366222306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1uby1qI-I/AAAAAAAACm8/msiphatZZ7o/s200/Pictures+2008+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We kicked off our night with some serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;DDR&lt;/span&gt; competitions! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kaity&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Seth rocked and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Ryan were so brave to try it for the FIRST time! We didn't get pictures of all of us doing it but these pictures should give a good visual. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1ubVyHJnI/AAAAAAAACmk/JQ_owmRmEWY/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250474156566718066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1ubVyHJnI/AAAAAAAACmk/JQ_owmRmEWY/s200/Pictures+2008+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1ubp6IjVI/AAAAAAAACms/3yFgh1Eq8e8/s1600-h/Pictures+2008+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250474161969073490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1ubp6IjVI/AAAAAAAACms/3yFgh1Eq8e8/s200/Pictures+2008+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have such wonderful friends in our lives! Thank you all for coming, and thank you Aaron for saving our computer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;partay&lt;/span&gt; was over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kaity&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;, Seth, &amp;amp; i decided we were going to have some fun with the camera...and actually some of the pictures turned out really cool! Prepare yourself for pure awesomeness...(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or just sheer craziness...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL Tryouts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1142rdkZI/AAAAAAAACpE/3YweGT10LEE/s1600-h/n503245610_4194374_4478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250482360194797970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN1142rdkZI/AAAAAAAACpE/3YweGT10LEE/s200/n503245610_4194374_4478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN11wDnBfGI/AAAAAAAACoc/AYdNQ0eCbgU/s1600-h/n503245610_4194368_2663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250482209047018594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN11wDnBfGI/AAAAAAAACoc/AYdNQ0eCbgU/s200/n503245610_4194368_2663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN11TVvRA7I/AAAAAAAACnk/YxeKjST0bzA/s1600-h/n503245610_4194355_8830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250481715697222578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN11TVvRA7I/AAAAAAAACnk/YxeKjST0bzA/s200/n503245610_4194355_8830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN11TaupVgI/AAAAAAAACns/iv807qXMReY/s1600-h/n503245610_4194356_9108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250481717036799490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SN11TaupVgI/AAAAAAAACns/iv807qXMReY/s200/n503245610_4194356_9108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-2792806681452016449?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2792806681452016449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=2792806681452016449&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2792806681452016449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2792806681452016449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-craze.html' title='Labor Day Craze'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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 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I've been absent for almost a month due to a LOT of reasons! I'll be catching up this week but in the meantime here are some highlights of what's to come...For starters, the main reason i've stopped blogging- my computer got a virus on Labor Day and completely erased my hard drive, we are utterly obsessed with German cars AND we got yet ANOTHER new car &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i know right? Who averages 5 cars in 3 years? um. Us.),&lt;/span&gt; the explanation about what happened to Nicci's arms, the amazingness of BYU football, my new ridiculously cute nephew, we gave Roxy to a sweet family with a lot of dogs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which she loved!)&lt;/span&gt; and got us a precious little 4 month old Maltese puppy, my 24th birthday, and last but not least how i'm staring my severe complex of getting "asked to quit" serving food because i STUNK so bad right in the face... and the many things learned while doing so- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you're confused don't worry, i'll explain). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not only will i be catching up on my posts but i'll be catching up on responding to comments and emails as well! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"It's more important to be trusted than it is to be liked." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-1808625297480614547?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1808625297480614547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=1808625297480614547&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1808625297480614547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1808625297480614547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-looking-forward.html' title='I&apos;m Looking Forward...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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-278330726849754649.post-4608236799104192354</id><published>2008-09-01T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:52:25.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Have fun at friend house, k. Love you Coco...Bye..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;were the words we heard yesterday right before we loaded Coco up in the Jeep to go meet her new owner. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coco is Nicci's amazingly well behaved bunny that we gave her for her 2nd birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sidenote: I don't think i've even blogged about it yet but we got a new little dog. She is a little purebred Yorkie, her name is Roxy, and she absolutely adores Nicci... and Nicci &lt;em&gt;more than adores&lt;/em&gt; her. But she's been having trouble peeing in the house so we started kennel training her. Then a friend told my mom that she may not be peeing because she &lt;em&gt;has to&lt;/em&gt;, but more that she's just trying to mark her territory because she's sharing it with a bunny. So we decided that since we will be going out of town quite a bit the next couple months for BYU games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thank you mom and dad!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that we can't take a dog AND a bunny...AND if eliminating Coco helped with Roxy's potty problem then it would be wise to find Coco a new home. We were really worried about Nicci saying goodbye to Coco because she was REALLY attached to her but when we told her she was going to a friend's house she responded with, "Have fun at friend house, k. Love you Coco...Bye Bye." Then she gave Coco a big hug and kiss and i drove away with her. I think i cried for 5 minutes. Then i cried again when i gave her away! Nicci was such a good girl it really touched me...and we have so many fun sweet memories with Coco that it was really hard to say goodbye. It was the first pet i've ever had, and it was the first pet i've ever had to say goodbye to. It was harder than i thought it would be. But when i got home Nicci was helping give Roxy a bath and was laughing so hard she had tears streaming down her face, and that made me SO happy! This morning she asked Seth, "Daddy, where Coco?" and Seth told her she was at a friend's house. She was so cute when she responded, "Oh yeah...!" and giggled. We are going to miss Coco, but Roxy is such a fun little dog and has done VERY well since Coco's absence! Here are some special pictures we've taken of our sweet little pets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet Coco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241123141248965490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw1unI5W3I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/_lBAfQirRLo/s320/Coconut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's Nicci sharing all her toys with Coco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw1uC-2RgI/AAAAAAAAB-A/DswfzKazyZQ/s1600-h/DSC03732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241123131543143938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw1uC-2RgI/AAAAAAAAB-A/DswfzKazyZQ/s320/DSC03732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw1uKTJ_3I/AAAAAAAAB-I/PbrURxWuJcA/s1600-h/DSC03737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241123133507370866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw1uKTJ_3I/AAAAAAAAB-I/PbrURxWuJcA/s320/DSC03737.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This video is one of our favorites with Nicci &amp;amp; Coco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f08c34913341db87" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df08c34913341db87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331908448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CC9990AA61005F82F928DB7A69B1D3FE9FE63A3.3221DEDC162FF4D1F3E2900F0C76489F9627B293%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df08c34913341db87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWszL7k9vjWQXH6SeAuA2jUjZDG4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df08c34913341db87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331908448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CC9990AA61005F82F928DB7A69B1D3FE9FE63A3.3221DEDC162FF4D1F3E2900F0C76489F9627B293%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df08c34913341db87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWszL7k9vjWQXH6SeAuA2jUjZDG4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our ROXY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw3zG7rxOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/76vqsVhj1Ig/s1600-h/DSC05012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241125417526215906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw3zG7rxOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/76vqsVhj1Ig/s320/DSC05012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw3zaW55FI/AAAAAAAAB-g/9vDvrDZVEi8/s1600-h/DSC05006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241125422740661330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw3zaW55FI/AAAAAAAAB-g/9vDvrDZVEi8/s320/DSC05006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw3zwQlaJI/AAAAAAAAB-o/ptIS8Bb1uE0/s1600-h/DSC05007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241125428619733138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw3zwQlaJI/AAAAAAAAB-o/ptIS8Bb1uE0/s320/DSC05007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw30Y75qQI/AAAAAAAAB-w/71VVZK46S5o/s1600-h/DSC05008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241125439538833666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw30Y75qQI/AAAAAAAAB-w/71VVZK46S5o/s320/DSC05008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw308MAWQI/AAAAAAAAB-4/abv8RyPT4t0/s1600-h/DSC05020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241125449001621762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw308MAWQI/AAAAAAAAB-4/abv8RyPT4t0/s320/DSC05020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and our FAVORITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw55dnU7kI/AAAAAAAAB_A/KXOLT8vE5No/s1600-h/DSC05029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241127725717319234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw55dnU7kI/AAAAAAAAB_A/KXOLT8vE5No/s320/DSC05029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-4608236799104192354?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4608236799104192354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4608236799104192354&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4608236799104192354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4608236799104192354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-fun-at-friend-house-k-love-you.html' title='&quot;Have fun at friend house, k. Love you Coco...Bye...&quot;'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SLw1unI5W3I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/_lBAfQirRLo/s72-c/Coconut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-6991423941933078806</id><published>2008-08-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:30:34.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing But Smiles 08.06.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyi3HoLEqI/AAAAAAAAB9g/3o_EzByn5lo/s1600-h/DSC04941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739534549095074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyi3HoLEqI/AAAAAAAAB9g/3o_EzByn5lo/s320/DSC04941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our Anniversary was so incredibly fun! My parents were so sweet and came over and watched Nicci most of the day for us. We went to the Phantom of the Opera &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it was my first time &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; seeing a play, it was SO amazing!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had the most &lt;em&gt;perfect seats&lt;/em&gt; right under the chandelier and the play was phenomenal! I could seriously go &lt;em&gt;on and on&lt;/em&gt; about how amazing it was... for the first 10 minutes i was bouncing up and down in my seat out of sheer awe and excitement i could not for the life of me contain. After the play we had reservations at &lt;em&gt;Olive&lt;/em&gt; at the Bellagio on the patio so we could watch the water show while we ate, but the wind ruined that for us. We decided to go to the Cheesecake Factory at the Caesars instead, back to where we had our &lt;em&gt;official&lt;/em&gt; first date. It was so fun! The whole night was just so magical, i feel like i can't express in words what a special night we had. While we were in the car we had our own little Karaoke night as well! Ohhhh, it was just SO fun. Maybe these pictures can tell the story a little better than me! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The excitement was indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyi94akA5I/AAAAAAAAB9o/B7OPuCEvygo/s1600-h/DSC04950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739650724561810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyi94akA5I/AAAAAAAAB9o/B7OPuCEvygo/s320/DSC04950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyBPNUe6BI/AAAAAAAAB7o/tgUwPjBqFwE/s1600-h/DSC04948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236702564998637586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyBPNUe6BI/AAAAAAAAB7o/tgUwPjBqFwE/s320/DSC04948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While waiting literally 30 min. for valet to get our car we found some sweet cars! Seth's &lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt; car is a Ferrari and i love Minis. :) This Mini was HOT pink but it looks red in the picture...if you look at the color by the front headlight you can see the&lt;em&gt; actual&lt;/em&gt; color of the car. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyc5Dv2o7I/AAAAAAAAB9I/6yByLWXbNoU/s1600-h/DSC04951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236732970797540274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyc5Dv2o7I/AAAAAAAAB9I/6yByLWXbNoU/s200/DSC04951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyCBlCIiJI/AAAAAAAAB74/9z9E_02B0ms/s1600-h/DSC04952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236703430357584018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyCBlCIiJI/AAAAAAAAB74/9z9E_02B0ms/s200/DSC04952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyCB38H9lI/AAAAAAAAB8A/KkkPXscE5H4/s1600-h/DSC04953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236703435432654418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyCB38H9lI/AAAAAAAAB8A/KkkPXscE5H4/s200/DSC04953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Caesars we got Gelato right away :) In this first picture we missed the Gelato...and in the second we missed Seth's head. Pretty funny. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyEFmKTyiI/AAAAAAAAB8I/aXUm4Yz6R6c/s1600-h/DSC04962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236705698403043874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyEFmKTyiI/AAAAAAAAB8I/aXUm4Yz6R6c/s320/DSC04962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyEFwZazjI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/mgIpcjh52L0/s1600-h/DSC04964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236705701150772786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyEFwZazjI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/mgIpcjh52L0/s320/DSC04964.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was &lt;em&gt;absolutely delicious&lt;/em&gt; of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyQshGpniI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/En7IdVDFNZU/s1600-h/DSC04975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719561199951394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyQshGpniI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/En7IdVDFNZU/s320/DSC04975.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We spent quite a bit of time with the Fish after dinner. :) These pictures were for Nicci, she &lt;em&gt;LOVES&lt;/em&gt; the fish tank at Caesars and she&lt;em&gt; loves&lt;/em&gt; to give fishy kisses! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyQtOULl5I/AAAAAAAAB8g/7PbAuUVropY/s1600-h/DSC04978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719573336299410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyQtOULl5I/AAAAAAAAB8g/7PbAuUVropY/s320/DSC04978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyQtWFhiBI/AAAAAAAAB8o/L2bdpFDdRRg/s1600-h/DSC04986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719575422306322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyQtWFhiBI/AAAAAAAAB8o/L2bdpFDdRRg/s320/DSC04986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKySRQDTQSI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Krmj-zMtTBg/s1600-h/DSC04994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236721291789287714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKySRQDTQSI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Krmj-zMtTBg/s200/DSC04994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even found fish that represented the colors we had for our wedding! Yellow &amp;amp; Blue. So creative we know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year we go to the beach for 1 week during our anniversary. It's our very favorite place to go together. Well, this year has been so hectic with Nicci burning her arms and such that we weren't able to go. SO my parents gave us this Precious Moments for our Anniversary. It's a limited addition and only 3,000 have ever been made. My mom did some digging and found us one! It's titled "Washed Away in Your Love". They said that since we weren't able to go to the beach this year, that they'd bring it to us, and this way we'll still have a symbol of the beach for our 3rd Anniversary! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(How ridiculously amazing are my parents?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you so so much Mom &amp;amp; Dad! It meant more to us than you'll ever know. :)&lt;/em&gt; What an incredibly perfect day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKzS4uIsvqI/AAAAAAAAB94/VPuykH61PnA/s1600-h/DSC05058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKzS4uIsvqI/AAAAAAAAB94/VPuykH61PnA/s320/DSC05058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236792338624069282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Anniversary Sweetheart! I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-6991423941933078806?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6991423941933078806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=6991423941933078806&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6991423941933078806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6991423941933078806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-but-smiles.html' title='Nothing But Smiles 08.06.08'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKyi3HoLEqI/AAAAAAAAB9g/3o_EzByn5lo/s72-c/DSC04941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3910693858544444788</id><published>2008-08-15T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:57:24.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Started With the Dynamic Duo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the spirit of it being our anniversary month i thought i would post just a couple of our favorite pictures from 3 years ago. SO...this is &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; three years ago...madly in love... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(me 15 lbs bigger, grr)&lt;/span&gt; ...completely inseparable, and hand in hand ready to take on the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ75NbVEI/AAAAAAAAB5w/3NFadPlBr24/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234812172694672450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ75NbVEI/AAAAAAAAB5w/3NFadPlBr24/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took most of our engagement pictures at the temple. The grounds are so beautiful and it was so special for us since that's where we were going to be sealed for all eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ8DqUKKI/AAAAAAAAB54/DpA8-M8loL4/s1600-h/New+Image10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234812175500191906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ8DqUKKI/AAAAAAAAB54/DpA8-M8loL4/s320/New+Image10.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See that mountain behind us? That's where Seth proposed to me...at the very top, overlooking the temple. It was absolutely incredible. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ8lXelAI/AAAAAAAAB6A/GREmwN4Rd_0/s1600-h/New+Image11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234812184547988482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ8lXelAI/AAAAAAAAB6A/GREmwN4Rd_0/s320/New+Image11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at the Anthem waterfalls. Ironically enough that's where we live now, and where we &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; took our family picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ8jfir_I/AAAAAAAAB6I/IR7N3OnGWzc/s1600-h/New+Image21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234812184044941298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ8jfir_I/AAAAAAAAB6I/IR7N3OnGWzc/s320/New+Image21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on the temple grounds was so romantic &amp;amp; magical. We have some really special memories there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ9P8592I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/wI2ZZtWfc30/s1600-h/New+Image13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234812195979261794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ9P8592I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/wI2ZZtWfc30/s320/New+Image13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNJAtTdxI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/LBjmUs1JO0U/s1600-h/New+Image12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234815696580605714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNJAtTdxI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/LBjmUs1JO0U/s320/New+Image12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Engagement Photo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNJZpZvvI/AAAAAAAAB6g/jbyMQKHuDO0/s1600-h/New+Image7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234815703275126514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNJZpZvvI/AAAAAAAAB6g/jbyMQKHuDO0/s320/New+Image7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was SUCH a fun day! We took bridals one week before the wedding and this was the first time Seth had seen my dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNJi-cHHI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zE7NQaB7t_A/s1600-h/New+Image30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234815705779281010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNJi-cHHI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zE7NQaB7t_A/s320/New+Image30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;em&gt; LOVE&lt;/em&gt; when he does that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNKJq_d2I/AAAAAAAAB6w/tYimCZDayhs/s1600-h/New+Image22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234815716166694754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNKJq_d2I/AAAAAAAAB6w/tYimCZDayhs/s320/New+Image22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNKj9y9aI/AAAAAAAAB64/-mYN-uNTkCM/s1600-h/New+Image29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234815723224888738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXNKj9y9aI/AAAAAAAAB64/-mYN-uNTkCM/s320/New+Image29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could do this &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXPoNAlYyI/AAAAAAAAB7A/NwnvgF-9WdE/s1600-h/New+Image28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234818431481897762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXPoNAlYyI/AAAAAAAAB7A/NwnvgF-9WdE/s320/New+Image28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of our personal favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXPoUQLAyI/AAAAAAAAB7I/dJbdzgT6xlg/s1600-h/New+Image26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234818433426326306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXPoUQLAyI/AAAAAAAAB7I/dJbdzgT6xlg/s320/New+Image26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Absolutely, completly,and utterly 100% Picture Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXPovEg3gI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/sxWO8_9NsZw/s1600-h/New+Image31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234818440625184258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXPovEg3gI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/sxWO8_9NsZw/s320/New+Image31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;August 6, 2005 was a perfect day. Absolutely Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3910693858544444788?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3910693858544444788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3910693858544444788&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3910693858544444788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3910693858544444788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-all-started-with-dynamic-duo.html' title='It All Started With the Dynamic Duo...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SKXJ75NbVEI/AAAAAAAAB5w/3NFadPlBr24/s72-c/14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-7533404685275970183</id><published>2008-08-10T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:57:39.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Camera Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My camera just deleted our entire beach trip with Nicci &amp;amp; our best friends. It was Nicci's &lt;em&gt;FIRST&lt;/em&gt; time to the beach and it all got erased. Words cannot express the &lt;em&gt;frustration/anger/sadness&lt;/em&gt; i am feeling....GRRRRR. There were only 4 pictures salvaged...these are them -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ-2ui_kNiI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/M3W17h7tHtQ/s1600-h/DSC04340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233102202811463202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ-2ui_kNiI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/M3W17h7tHtQ/s320/DSC04340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ-2vtmAlOI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/57-Coc1eBcU/s1600-h/DSC04358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233102222836929762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ-2vtmAlOI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/57-Coc1eBcU/s320/DSC04358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ-2v19OMcI/AAAAAAAAB5g/brNgM4RgLeI/s1600-h/DSC04383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233102225081774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ-2v19OMcI/AAAAAAAAB5g/brNgM4RgLeI/s320/DSC04383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ-2wWj55PI/AAAAAAAAB5o/qMjtSrRdq6I/s1600-h/DSC04370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233102233833956594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ-2wWj55PI/AAAAAAAAB5o/qMjtSrRdq6I/s320/DSC04370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BOO on digital cameras, BOO. What ever happened to the good old 35mm film that couldn't delete itself?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-7533404685275970183?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7533404685275970183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=7533404685275970183&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7533404685275970183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7533404685275970183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/digital-camera-nightmare.html' title='Digital Camera Nightmare'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ-2ui_kNiI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/M3W17h7tHtQ/s72-c/DSC04340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-2313863258991668593</id><published>2008-08-08T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:14:07.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fathers Are So Special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzs8cC-IGI/AAAAAAAAB3A/8PRYsNMvuos/s1600-h/Brandi%27s+Life+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232317390162632802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzs8cC-IGI/AAAAAAAAB3A/8PRYsNMvuos/s320/Brandi%27s+Life+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...with a very special love, they watch us and protect us, they guide us and direct us, back to our home above."&lt;/em&gt; I know it's really late coming but i wanted to give a tribute to my wonderful father and my sweet husband for being such wonderful fathers. Being the only girl in my family i've never had to share the "Daddy's little girl" spotlight. I love it. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJztQtKpEHI/AAAAAAAAB3I/KSno39OPUXs/s1600-h/Brandi%27s+Life+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232317738355593330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJztQtKpEHI/AAAAAAAAB3I/KSno39OPUXs/s200/Brandi%27s+Life+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have such wonderful memories of me &amp;amp; my dad...i remember going to play tennis with him early Saturday mornings and having him teach me &lt;em&gt;over and over&lt;/em&gt; how to hit the ball...poor guy never had a chance! lol. I have &lt;em&gt;-0-&lt;/em&gt; athletic ability but he was always so patient with me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Although, i CAN throw a football almost as far as my husband!)&lt;/span&gt; Afterwards we'd go get McDonald's breakfast and i remember never wanting those moments to end. I've never met anyone like my dad. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJztgUtTzQI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/bQ9wXBtoQjA/s1600-h/Brandi%27s+Life+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232318006668020994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJztgUtTzQI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/bQ9wXBtoQjA/s200/Brandi%27s+Life+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has this incredible unconditional love for everyone he meets. He sees people for &lt;em&gt;who they are, &lt;/em&gt;not for the problems they have or mistakes they've made. He has a testimony of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and when he bears his testimony i can't help but cry as he pours out his heart. I love my dad so much. I've been able to have him as the father of my home and also the father of my ward for a long time. As my bishop and my dear father he has given me such &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzuaG8XMkI/AAAAAAAAB3w/ULY2za_A1B0/s1600-h/Brandi%27s+Life+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232318999405474370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzuaG8XMkI/AAAAAAAAB3w/ULY2za_A1B0/s200/Brandi%27s+Life+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wise and inspired council that literally helped me find my eternal companion. He has sacrificed so much for me and my little family. During a really difficult time for Seth &amp;amp; i my dad was always there for us, &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; taking sides, just simply counseling us for hours and hours while bringing us back in unison with our Savior Jesus Christ. When i went to Girl's Camp when i was younger i was so lucky to always have my dad there because he was in the bishopric at the time. I remember one year he had &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJz2VP8zxQI/AAAAAAAAB4w/qoPUccD2py0/s1600-h/Brandi%27s+Life+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232327712016942338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJz2VP8zxQI/AAAAAAAAB4w/qoPUccD2py0/s200/Brandi%27s+Life+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to leave early and my tent was positioned so i could see the road leading out of camp...and as i watched him drive away i couldn't control my sobbing. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzuFBBARMI/AAAAAAAAB3g/IbvUazZQIn0/s1600-h/Brandi%27s+Life+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I missed him terribly and Girls Camp simply wasn't the same without him. My dad is one of the hardest working and busiest men i know and yet i've never heard him tell anyone 'no' when they needed him. He understands so many levels of love and is such a passionate person. My dad is my hero, he's a leader, he's my buddy, he's one of the very few people that knows everything about me and still loves me with all his heart. I'm so grateful that my Heavenly Father has blessed me with such a special father to care for me, teach me, love me, and guide me back to my Father in Heaven. I love you Dad...SO much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ0F0FCvGiI/AAAAAAAAB44/mltas1ard6U/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232344734339373602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ0F0FCvGiI/AAAAAAAAB44/mltas1ard6U/s200/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzvTi5WraI/AAAAAAAAB34/QjXqbm_dX-M/s1600-h/IMG_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232319986161593762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzvTi5WraI/AAAAAAAAB34/QjXqbm_dX-M/s320/IMG_0946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still remember like it was yesterday the day Seth &amp;amp; i found out i was pregnant. It was magical. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Since i was vomiting and refused to eat hot dogs it was a dead give away that something was up. :)&lt;/span&gt; After i took the pregnancy test we left it on the bathroom counter and stepped out into the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzwSlHerfI/AAAAAAAAB4I/ZBtAUvQPpek/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232321069089467890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzwSlHerfI/AAAAAAAAB4I/ZBtAUvQPpek/s200/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; family room to pace and pace and pace. We couldn't stop smiling...it was like our faces were stuck in cement, and &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; could erase our excitement. I quickly ran and peeked around the corner of the bathroom and swore i saw two lines and i squeaked...Seth ran after me yelling for me to wait for him and he grabbed it while we both stared at each other. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzwoDeP4NI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/POZ8IDJu9Ws/s1600-h/104_6787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232321438015283410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzwoDeP4NI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/POZ8IDJu9Ws/s200/104_6787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Within seconds Seth was swinging me around in his arms calling me 'Mommy' over and over. Then we jumped on the couch, the bed, and around the kitchen while we went through every emotion possible. Something changed in Seth that day, visibly. He looked so...fatherly...so proud...so capable. He was even more gentle with me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if that's even possible)&lt;/span&gt; and our love for each other&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzxCpJcpfI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wLNOw1KcFrs/s1600-h/IMG_4365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232321894805186034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzxCpJcpfI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wLNOw1KcFrs/s200/IMG_4365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; multiplied by hundreds. Since that day he has loved little Nicci with the most beautiful tenderness. Seeing him hold Nicci for the first time is a memory that i will cherish forever. He held her like he was holding the most precious and delicate of all diamonds. Nicci was jaundice after she was born and she had to sunbathe everyday, and he would &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; lay in the sun with her...like her little buddy. :) Seth has worked so hard and gone to school since we've been married and he always makes it his first&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzxpIGA2UI/AAAAAAAAB4g/dD8605_Pv6s/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232322555947309378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzxpIGA2UI/AAAAAAAAB4g/dD8605_Pv6s/s200/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; priority to come in the door at the end of the day and hug his girls before anything else. He shows Nicci how to love her mommy and it's just so overwhelmingly beautiful. Seth plays the guitar very well and sometimes he plays primary songs and sing them to Nicci in Portuguese...my heart swells a million times it's normal size as i watch him with her...our angel. He's such an incredible father and i am beyond blessed to be able to raise a family with him as the head of our home, so blessed to have such a wonderful father for my little girl, and &lt;em&gt;so very blessed&lt;/em&gt; to share eternity with this wonderful man i'm still trying to comprehend as &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; companion...for&lt;em&gt; eternity&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ0H51s3DgI/AAAAAAAAB5I/jms38CRHibM/s1600-h/DSC03597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232347032323558914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJ0H51s3DgI/AAAAAAAAB5I/jms38CRHibM/s200/DSC03597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Father's Day to the two most wonderful men in my life! I love you with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-2313863258991668593?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2313863258991668593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=2313863258991668593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2313863258991668593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2313863258991668593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/fathers-are-so-special.html' title='&quot;Fathers Are So Special...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJzs8cC-IGI/AAAAAAAAB3A/8PRYsNMvuos/s72-c/Brandi%27s+Life+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-5673340466215168019</id><published>2008-08-06T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:06:28.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years Down...Eternity To Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231476703972255858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJnwWD7_aHI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/WUlGdVT1a3s/s320/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three years ago today was one of the most magical days in the history of the world. We were sealed for &lt;em&gt;time and all eternity&lt;/em&gt;. It was the definition of the&lt;em&gt; perfect&lt;/em&gt; day. Everything, and i mean &lt;em&gt;everything,&lt;/em&gt; was just how i dreamed it would be since i was a little girl. Although i have to admit i never thought i would ever marry someone so darn handsome! Seth is literally my definition of a perfect man. No one &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(besides my mom)&lt;/span&gt; gets me like he does. He makes me laugh harder, smile bigger, and impossibly happier than anyone i've ever met. So many times people laugh at us and say, "Wow, you two were &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; for each other!" And we simply just smile because we both know how very true that is. We are so very lucky to have found each other. Today is going to be a very special and fun filled day, so tomorrow i will write all about our amazing wedding day 3 years ago. I love you sweetheart! I'm so blessed to have you all to myself for time and all eternity!! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJn1_MkRnuI/AAAAAAAAB2o/4Mf8BGgUI2g/s1600-h/101_3271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJn1_MkRnuI/AAAAAAAAB2o/4Mf8BGgUI2g/s320/101_3271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231482908221480674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-5673340466215168019?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5673340466215168019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=5673340466215168019&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5673340466215168019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5673340466215168019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/three-years-downeternity-to-go.html' title='Three Years Down...Eternity To Go!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJnwWD7_aHI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/WUlGdVT1a3s/s72-c/38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3521161776278573104</id><published>2008-08-03T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:17.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's me explain TWO things before i begin. I am a Twilight FREAK. :) I am also team &lt;em&gt;Edward&lt;/em&gt; all the way and can't seem to comprehend anything different. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230385254015661538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYPrUALdeI/AAAAAAAABys/zPFJ3Y-19Zs/s320/DSC04921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Those of you who are team Jacob out there i would really like for you to leave me a comment explaining &lt;em&gt;WHY&lt;/em&gt;. :) I'm very intrigued!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i finished reading all 7 Harry Potter books everyone was begging me to read the Twilight series. When i heard the word &lt;em&gt;Vampires &lt;/em&gt;i was suddenly NON interested to say the least. Time went on. One day i was itching for a good book to read so i decided to give it a try...4 days later ALL 3 books were read and i had morphed into a Twilight FREAK. I've dreamed about Bella and i am completely and utterly fascinated by this love story. Yesterday (Aug 2) at 12:01am i was one of the crazed fans freaking out as the 5,4,3,2...1 countdown began for the final book...&lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt;...to grace my presence! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my good friend Emily :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYSJY2vKTI/AAAAAAAABy0/gJK9okm4mBs/s1600-h/DSC04908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230387969737566514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYSJY2vKTI/AAAAAAAABy0/gJK9okm4mBs/s320/DSC04908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We saw our other friend Meleah and she had decorated her CAR all Twilight crazy...it was pretty awesome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYSKOxIc-I/AAAAAAAABy8/L-jkHOK9LIc/s1600-h/DSC04905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230387984209572834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYSKOxIc-I/AAAAAAAABy8/L-jkHOK9LIc/s320/DSC04905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we took pictures...OF COURSE. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYTXI3-sOI/AAAAAAAABzE/kSHIDluw2O8/s1600-h/DSC04920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230389305477607650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYTXI3-sOI/AAAAAAAABzE/kSHIDluw2O8/s320/DSC04920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYTXahnVWI/AAAAAAAABzM/PW1tcPGZyEw/s1600-h/DSC04922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230389310215640418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYTXahnVWI/AAAAAAAABzM/PW1tcPGZyEw/s320/DSC04922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COUNTDOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(We were making fun of the girls that were &lt;em&gt;seriously &lt;/em&gt;crying. lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYU5dQTrbI/AAAAAAAABz0/iAGL6E3j07g/s1600-h/DSC04909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230390994575535538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYU5dQTrbI/AAAAAAAABz0/iAGL6E3j07g/s200/DSC04909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230391001200384594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYU517y2lI/AAAAAAAABz8/YFP-xOB-C6c/s200/DSC04910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYU6fiVOCI/AAAAAAAAB0E/LhJVsERUAro/s1600-h/DSC04913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230391012367874082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYU6fiVOCI/AAAAAAAAB0E/LhJVsERUAro/s200/DSC04913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:115%;"&gt;Thanks to Seth going and standing in line earlier that day to get us tickets we were first in line to buy the book! (Thank you honey!) So after we bought the book we couldn't help but start reading the first chapter right then and there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230394843494498258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYYZfmGP9I/AAAAAAAAB0k/rsduMxkkGV8/s320/DSC04918.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYdY2oleRI/AAAAAAAAB1E/y6dIN0Y2AUo/s1600-h/DSC04915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230400330057218322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYdY2oleRI/AAAAAAAAB1E/y6dIN0Y2AUo/s200/DSC04915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYdZPjoH-I/AAAAAAAAB1M/yG1zuADVH8Y/s1600-h/DSC04916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230400336747306978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYdZPjoH-I/AAAAAAAAB1M/yG1zuADVH8Y/s200/DSC04916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYYZjcsSDI/AAAAAAAAB0s/uSksXvNbxhg/s1600-h/DSC04917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230394844528789554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYYZjcsSDI/AAAAAAAAB0s/uSksXvNbxhg/s320/DSC04917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we proceeded to literally drive an entire hour trying to find a darn Denny's &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you wouldn't think it was that hard but every one we found was either not there anymore or oddly closed) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We eventually found one and we got a Banana Split and a Carmel Apple Crisp and read the book to each other for a very long time. After we got tired of Denny's we went back to Emily's house and read some MORE until 7am! Let me just say this...&lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt; is amazing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYX_MQvjcI/AAAAAAAAB0c/NTYx5HCavMs/s1600-h/DSC04924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230394391628058050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYX_MQvjcI/AAAAAAAAB0c/NTYx5HCavMs/s320/DSC04924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i returned home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(around 7am) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i went into Nicci's room to check on her and she wasn't there. So i figured she was sleeping with Seth. So i turned around to go to our bedroom and i saw this...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYa9tC1rjI/AAAAAAAAB00/aYPutf-0xjc/s1600-h/DSC04927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230397664603254322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYa9tC1rjI/AAAAAAAAB00/aYPutf-0xjc/s320/DSC04927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYa98KDqRI/AAAAAAAAB08/9600KRBLnB4/s1600-h/DSC04929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230397668660062482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYa98KDqRI/AAAAAAAAB08/9600KRBLnB4/s320/DSC04929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci was sleeping in our doorway waiting for mommy to get home! It was the sweetest thing i've ever seen. When i scooped her up she looked at me and said, " Mommy! You back!" Life could not get any sweeter than this. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3521161776278573104?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3521161776278573104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3521161776278573104&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3521161776278573104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3521161776278573104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SJYPrUALdeI/AAAAAAAABys/zPFJ3Y-19Zs/s72-c/DSC04921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-2046128449740759152</id><published>2008-07-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:19.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Best Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0R5DLA2qI/AAAAAAAABxM/S66mL4pgTUA/s1600-h/DSC04572.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223350814621358754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0R5DLA2qI/AAAAAAAABxM/S66mL4pgTUA/s320/DSC04572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seth has been gone for a week and a half now due to training for his wonderful job and i'm hardly surviving. I've been hanging out with my amazing brother Kyle, my darling sis in law Nicole, and their ridiculously adorable 4 children. Between playing with them, talking to my mom everyday, eating lots and lots of Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys, and talking to Seth on every break he gets i'm getting through these 2 long terrible week away from him. It's like i can't breathe when he's gone...nothing makes sense to me. I get up and think about getting dressed...but there's no point. I find myself crying during tire commercials and watching Home Improvement until 3am. Thank goodness i have such a wonderful family that loves me through my weird&lt;em&gt; 'non functioning'&lt;/em&gt; periods when my best friend is gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0U1VcY5BI/AAAAAAAABxU/HVjz2-DQJ1s/s1600-h/us+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223354049341482002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0U1VcY5BI/AAAAAAAABxU/HVjz2-DQJ1s/s200/us+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0U1vmWoDI/AAAAAAAABxc/MV4vkSC9QQA/s1600-h/us+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223354056362598450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0U1vmWoDI/AAAAAAAABxc/MV4vkSC9QQA/s200/us+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0VzJS8NSI/AAAAAAAABxk/kaIibzE_yhI/s1600-h/us+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223355111232517410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0VzJS8NSI/AAAAAAAABxk/kaIibzE_yhI/s320/us+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0Wh03mqzI/AAAAAAAABxs/RneX9tRSc2s/s1600-h/us+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223355913203002162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0Wh03mqzI/AAAAAAAABxs/RneX9tRSc2s/s200/us+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0WiDWdAAI/AAAAAAAABx0/DSjpgNPIaNc/s1600-h/us+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223355917090488322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0WiDWdAAI/AAAAAAAABx0/DSjpgNPIaNc/s200/us+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0XGiRQZdI/AAAAAAAABx8/69acXJ9ZFNc/s1600-h/us+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223356543865480658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0XGiRQZdI/AAAAAAAABx8/69acXJ9ZFNc/s200/us+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0XHDtR_2I/AAAAAAAAByE/mEkXHECqJ5c/s1600-h/us+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223356552841396066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0XHDtR_2I/AAAAAAAAByE/mEkXHECqJ5c/s200/us+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0XU7TzeCI/AAAAAAAAByM/lWL54LZtH5o/s1600-h/us+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223356791105222690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0XU7TzeCI/AAAAAAAAByM/lWL54LZtH5o/s320/us+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you so much sweetheart. Thank you for working so hard for our little family. You mean the world to your girls. We're cheering for you and counting down the days until we are with you again! I love you to the moon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-2046128449740759152?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2046128449740759152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=2046128449740759152&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2046128449740759152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/2046128449740759152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-my-best-friend.html' title='I Miss My Best Friend...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0R5DLA2qI/AAAAAAAABxM/S66mL4pgTUA/s72-c/DSC04572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-5279622809608126744</id><published>2008-07-15T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:19.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Catch-Up Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it's time to tell the "Fraud" story. It all started when we found this &lt;em&gt;'super duper too good to be true'&lt;/em&gt; deal on a new Honda Accord V6 with Navi. We already had a new Honda Accord fully loaded (with the exception of Navi &amp;amp; it was a 4 cylinder) This guy told us he'd sell us this great car for cheaper than we could sell ours for so we thought, "Oh what steal of a deal!" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How dumb could two people be...i'm telling you, we're a match made in heaven! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lol. Anyway, we ran off and sold our beautiful Honda Accord, for way less than it was worth i might add, and headed to the bank to &lt;em&gt;wire the money&lt;/em&gt; for our new car. Before we finalized the transfer Seth wanted me to call Kyle (my &lt;em&gt;computer genius&lt;/em&gt; brother) and see what he thought of the whole transaction. After looking into it Kyle got my other brother Brad involved (my &lt;em&gt;law enforcement&lt;/em&gt; brother) and between the two of them they concluded it was&lt;em&gt; pure fraud&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GO FIGURE. &lt;/span&gt;So there we sat...one car short...a large check...and feeling very used. It affected me a little more than i thought...the very thought of a human being USING and STEALING that easily &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHz6wIGHVWI/AAAAAAAABw0/DuPCvELxD9c/s1600-h/DSC04127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223325372556727650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHz6wIGHVWI/AAAAAAAABw0/DuPCvELxD9c/s200/DSC04127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from another made me so sad. We sat on the check for a day or two then decided exactly what we were going to do. We &lt;em&gt;paid off all our debt&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with the exception of our house, of course) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then used the money left over to buy a second car cash! We got a cute little Honda Civic that rocks the gas mileage! It's hard to look at the situation now with any kind of regret because thanks to my brilliant computer genius brother and my awesome law enforcing brother we didn't actually &lt;em&gt;send the money&lt;/em&gt; to the creep...instead we became debt free...and there's nothing in the world that makes us feel SO &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~ Nicci Colors on the wall...for the First Time! ~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have to admit...I was a little excited to see Nicci color on the wall finally! Nicci can be so good, sometimes it's refreshing to see her do something as crazy as color on the wall! The cutest thing was that she TOLD me... "Mommy...i color wall!" I laughed so hard and hurried and took a picture. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thank goodness for the Magic Eraser that makes it more than easy to wash off little things like crayon!)&lt;/span&gt; I absolutely love being a mom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0E8vNXJnI/AAAAAAAABw8/roV_mYQEmbI/s1600-h/DSC04116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223336584330815090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0E8vNXJnI/AAAAAAAABw8/roV_mYQEmbI/s200/DSC04116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0E9IMq7AI/AAAAAAAABxE/DehNsTDGuHA/s1600-h/DSC04114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223336591038802946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SH0E9IMq7AI/AAAAAAAABxE/DehNsTDGuHA/s200/DSC04114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-5279622809608126744?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5279622809608126744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=5279622809608126744&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5279622809608126744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5279622809608126744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/07/catch-up-continues.html' title='The Catch-Up Continues...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHz6wIGHVWI/AAAAAAAABw0/DuPCvELxD9c/s72-c/DSC04127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-8455225020549189600</id><published>2008-07-10T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:30.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby is TWO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaMkU4GxCI/AAAAAAAABnk/XfPvJHmtAQ0/s1600-h/DSC04001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221515373689881634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaMkU4GxCI/AAAAAAAABnk/XfPvJHmtAQ0/s320/DSC04001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe it. On May 23 our precious Nicole Debra turned two years old. It feels like just yesterday that we were looking at our new little baby girl through misty eyes while touching her perfect little fingers and toes. Nicci is by far the best thing that has ever happened to us. She has such an electrifying personality and yet she is so tender and loving. Her birthday was so much fun, words can't begin to describe it. I've heard many times that &lt;em&gt;'pictures tell a story best'&lt;/em&gt;, so with that said, here are dozens of pictures of Nicci's special day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy Birthday our dear Princess!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaNF4hxBqI/AAAAAAAABns/p5gA91D94VI/s1600-h/DSC03964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221515950195541666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaNF4hxBqI/AAAAAAAABns/p5gA91D94VI/s320/DSC03964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her day started out with mommy making her favorite breakfast, Blueberry muffins! While she ate it i held her on my lap and told her the story about the day she was born. It was a very special experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had fun watching Dora with her balloon and crown! Soon after that it was time for a sweet little birthday nap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaOuL3xKQI/AAAAAAAABn0/tgXcnLwsIIk/s1600-h/DSC03787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221517742094493954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaOuL3xKQI/AAAAAAAABn0/tgXcnLwsIIk/s200/DSC03787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaOuskffkI/AAAAAAAABn8/UGNqAbseOU4/s1600-h/DSC03793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221517750872014402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaOuskffkI/AAAAAAAABn8/UGNqAbseOU4/s200/DSC03793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaRBomGcqI/AAAAAAAABoE/lqKwJ4lvPKg/s1600-h/DSC03792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221520275245789858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaRBomGcqI/AAAAAAAABoE/lqKwJ4lvPKg/s320/DSC03792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Nicci's big present! "Coconut" is the newest addition to our little family! We call her 'Coco' and Nicci loves to chase her around the house and scream her name as loud as she can. lol. It's precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaSmccjWwI/AAAAAAAABoM/nkftYgqFutQ/s1600-h/DSC03768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221522007151303426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaSmccjWwI/AAAAAAAABoM/nkftYgqFutQ/s320/DSC03768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~ Nicci's Birthday Dinner &amp;amp; Ice Cream ~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;palign="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's &amp;amp; Baskin Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaUJfjvE1I/AAAAAAAABok/fD6ax4h6MKU/s1600-h/DSC03799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221523708793787218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaUJfjvE1I/AAAAAAAABok/fD6ax4h6MKU/s320/DSC03799.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Making a wish-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaUKOtzvbI/AAAAAAAABos/LVypyFd2JAg/s1600-h/DSC03839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221523721452502450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaUKOtzvbI/AAAAAAAABos/LVypyFd2JAg/s320/DSC03839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaVTwvAISI/AAAAAAAABo0/mDMinO_eI0U/s1600-h/DSC03840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221524984714764578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaVTwvAISI/AAAAAAAABo0/mDMinO_eI0U/s320/DSC03840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaVUIFYBAI/AAAAAAAABo8/j3KdOQtsSsM/s1600-h/DSC03841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221524990982620162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaVUIFYBAI/AAAAAAAABo8/j3KdOQtsSsM/s320/DSC03841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her birthday dinner- Cheeseburger, Fries, &amp;amp; a Chocolate Shake. Her favorite meal! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaVUnSHbeI/AAAAAAAABpE/oDOAaWJnC1A/s1600-h/DSC03850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221524999357558242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaVUnSHbeI/AAAAAAAABpE/oDOAaWJnC1A/s320/DSC03850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbEzLrtehI/AAAAAAAABv0/_VPtM3q0PGs/s1600-h/DSC03845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221577201571166738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbEzLrtehI/AAAAAAAABv0/_VPtM3q0PGs/s320/DSC03845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbEzlv8ksI/AAAAAAAABv8/ylGR9qMIG8M/s1600-h/DSC03847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221577208568255170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbEzlv8ksI/AAAAAAAABv8/ylGR9qMIG8M/s320/DSC03847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN times at Baskin Robbins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaXXlz3TZI/AAAAAAAABpc/RvlcfThvsXk/s1600-h/DSC03802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221527249525099922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaXXlz3TZI/AAAAAAAABpc/RvlcfThvsXk/s320/DSC03802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaZpmBt0GI/AAAAAAAABpk/vcgjVlUTMhA/s1600-h/DSC03804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221529757844099170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaZpmBt0GI/AAAAAAAABpk/vcgjVlUTMhA/s200/DSC03804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaZp2fseTI/AAAAAAAABps/suuJ8DCiDAQ/s1600-h/DSC03815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221529762264807730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaZp2fseTI/AAAAAAAABps/suuJ8DCiDAQ/s200/DSC03815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ Special Moments ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbFu0K2MdI/AAAAAAAABwE/SiW_BjYtw70/s1600-h/DSC03854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221578226051461586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbFu0K2MdI/AAAAAAAABwE/SiW_BjYtw70/s320/DSC03854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHabQI7-c2I/AAAAAAAABp8/guJ_WrIqex4/s1600-h/DSC03864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221531519561921378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHabQI7-c2I/AAAAAAAABp8/guJ_WrIqex4/s320/DSC03864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHab3adSQ9I/AAAAAAAABqE/hiBFG8eo60k/s1600-h/DSC03818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221532194279932882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHab3adSQ9I/AAAAAAAABqE/hiBFG8eo60k/s320/DSC03818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHab3qalsjI/AAAAAAAABqM/BK-RUI1DeQU/s1600-h/DSC03858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221532198563590706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHab3qalsjI/AAAAAAAABqM/BK-RUI1DeQU/s320/DSC03858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHac7-myCgI/AAAAAAAABqU/PHbezFJDUnI/s1600-h/DSC03860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221533372214544898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHac7-myCgI/AAAAAAAABqU/PHbezFJDUnI/s320/DSC03860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHac8OlSUNI/AAAAAAAABqc/QBGYYtM_jTQ/s1600-h/DSC03835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221533376503238866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHac8OlSUNI/AAAAAAAABqc/QBGYYtM_jTQ/s320/DSC03835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHac8efDzFI/AAAAAAAABqk/SQ5HJQP3X0Y/s1600-h/DSC03865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221533380772088914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHac8efDzFI/AAAAAAAABqk/SQ5HJQP3X0Y/s320/DSC03865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaeXMpBqSI/AAAAAAAABqs/SehPSgaguMM/s1600-h/DSC03869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221534939350149410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaeXMpBqSI/AAAAAAAABqs/SehPSgaguMM/s200/DSC03869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaeXv0flkI/AAAAAAAABq0/3Yl4bF1YtWk/s1600-h/DSC03878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221534948793488962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaeXv0flkI/AAAAAAAABq0/3Yl4bF1YtWk/s200/DSC03878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;The beautiful Birthday girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHafAnl2QFI/AAAAAAAABq8/a92b7AmXPSk/s1600-h/DSC03889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221535650959212626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHafAnl2QFI/AAAAAAAABq8/a92b7AmXPSk/s320/DSC03889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHafBLsp7gI/AAAAAAAABrE/iNSI0lsOkAQ/s1600-h/DSC03892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221535660651441666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHafBLsp7gI/AAAAAAAABrE/iNSI0lsOkAQ/s320/DSC03892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHagc-cxSCI/AAAAAAAABrM/zIAs2HUrEf4/s1600-h/DSC03928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221537237643118626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHagc-cxSCI/AAAAAAAABrM/zIAs2HUrEf4/s200/DSC03928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHagdFe_uOI/AAAAAAAABrU/S_odnjn0xXs/s1600-h/DSC03885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221537239531501794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHagdFe_uOI/AAAAAAAABrU/S_odnjn0xXs/s200/DSC03885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;em&gt;officially &lt;/em&gt;giving Nicci HER bunny!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221539193717931634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaiO1ZWPnI/AAAAAAAABrs/9qP1EGUmOL4/s320/DSC03948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaiO1ZWPnI/AAAAAAAABrs/9qP1EGUmOL4/s1600-h/DSC03948.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaiPfIPR0I/AAAAAAAABr0/ieH9lxqhiUA/s1600-h/DSC03951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221539204920461122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaiPfIPR0I/AAAAAAAABr0/ieH9lxqhiUA/s320/DSC03951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci's &lt;em&gt;beautiful &lt;/em&gt;birthday flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHarOgOp3mI/AAAAAAAABr8/NVME-LOlH3M/s1600-h/DSC03955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221549083640585826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHarOgOp3mI/AAAAAAAABr8/NVME-LOlH3M/s320/DSC03955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~ The Day After the Birthday ~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHasv0yWqEI/AAAAAAAABsE/VfQKEZeFxeA/s1600-h/DSC03974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221550755606341698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHasv0yWqEI/AAAAAAAABsE/VfQKEZeFxeA/s320/DSC03974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seth is putting together the adorable kitchen that Grandma and Grandpa gave her! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think everyone is hoping Nicci will learn the basics of cooking on her new kitchen so that she can cook for Daddy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbGJRFywbI/AAAAAAAABwM/hbAsM5o5Jg0/s1600-h/moms+camera+148.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221578680491491762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbGJRFywbI/AAAAAAAABwM/hbAsM5o5Jg0/s320/moms+camera+148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbGJnva3OI/AAAAAAAABwU/mkWnCdxVLfc/s1600-h/moms+camera+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221578686571666658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbGJnva3OI/AAAAAAAABwU/mkWnCdxVLfc/s320/moms+camera+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jeff came into town the day after Nicci's birthday so we all went to Tony Roma's! YUMmmY. Nicci got a Dora umbrella for her birthday and she got to use it when we left because it was pouring!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (It was a moment we savored) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;She was SO excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbHQu4a3yI/AAAAAAAABwc/RHjGqHfPRS0/s1600-h/DSC03975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221579908259176226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbHQu4a3yI/AAAAAAAABwc/RHjGqHfPRS0/s320/DSC03975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbHQ3LP1DI/AAAAAAAABwk/yS9zxQsEYEE/s1600-h/DSC03976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221579910485627954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbHQ3LP1DI/AAAAAAAABwk/yS9zxQsEYEE/s320/DSC03976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"True Beauty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaxvoye4TI/AAAAAAAABs0/T7zavgB1srg/s1600-h/DSC03985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221556249943793970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaxvoye4TI/AAAAAAAABs0/T7zavgB1srg/s200/DSC03985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaxwIDGzRI/AAAAAAAABs8/WyfmY9Lcueg/s1600-h/moms+camera+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221556258335018258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaxwIDGzRI/AAAAAAAABs8/WyfmY9Lcueg/s200/moms+camera+127.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;Fun Times, Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHazJsuOz_I/AAAAAAAABtE/Za0xMQbZAAQ/s1600-h/moms+camera+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221557797187932146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHazJsuOz_I/AAAAAAAABtE/Za0xMQbZAAQ/s200/moms+camera+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHazJ2XBnNI/AAAAAAAABtM/bcanaZXFJq4/s1600-h/moms+camera+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221557799774952658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHazJ2XBnNI/AAAAAAAABtM/bcanaZXFJq4/s200/moms+camera+100.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;Nicci LOVES her "Mama &amp;amp; Papa"!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa0WOGE79I/AAAAAAAABtU/yDyoCyoPjb8/s1600-h/moms+camera+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221559111816376274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa0WOGE79I/AAAAAAAABtU/yDyoCyoPjb8/s320/moms+camera+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa0Wg5GJyI/AAAAAAAABtc/qGLSCXTV4m0/s1600-h/moms+camera+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221559116862203682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa0Wg5GJyI/AAAAAAAABtc/qGLSCXTV4m0/s320/moms+camera+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicci loves her "Uncle Beff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa06lz4FXI/AAAAAAAABtk/LArZckIkDNA/s1600-h/DSC04005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221559736657778034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa06lz4FXI/AAAAAAAABtk/LArZckIkDNA/s200/DSC04005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa063EXACI/AAAAAAAABts/ndO-p5P0hfo/s1600-h/DSC04008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221559741290315810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa063EXACI/AAAAAAAABts/ndO-p5P0hfo/s200/DSC04008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa11sZH0AI/AAAAAAAABt0/WkzkzU27e0U/s1600-h/moms+camera+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221560752036892674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa11sZH0AI/AAAAAAAABt0/WkzkzU27e0U/s200/moms+camera+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa118nnydI/AAAAAAAABt8/9BHbHI_8JNw/s1600-h/DSC04002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221560756392675794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa118nnydI/AAAAAAAABt8/9BHbHI_8JNw/s200/DSC04002.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;~She is our everything~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa2gzp9lqI/AAAAAAAABuE/n-Khhxhszjk/s1600-h/DSC04016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221561492720948898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa2gzp9lqI/AAAAAAAABuE/n-Khhxhszjk/s200/DSC04016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa2hVGIENI/AAAAAAAABuM/duD1LRqYJJc/s1600-h/moms+camera+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221561501697446098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa2hVGIENI/AAAAAAAABuM/duD1LRqYJJc/s200/moms+camera+125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa3c_R6QVI/AAAAAAAABuU/yVEjPuTFk0g/s1600-h/DSC04021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221562526633443666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa3c_R6QVI/AAAAAAAABuU/yVEjPuTFk0g/s320/DSC04021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Nicci a Chocolate cake with Vanilla Sprinkled frosting. I decorated it Dora/Pony since she absolutely loves them both! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa4Xr3vTvI/AAAAAAAABuc/7ir06KbBJ18/s1600-h/moms+camera+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221563535035682546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa4Xr3vTvI/AAAAAAAABuc/7ir06KbBJ18/s320/moms+camera+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa4YMlgjHI/AAAAAAAABuk/gFW1bXVh9kI/s1600-h/moms+camera+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221563543817587826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa4YMlgjHI/AAAAAAAABuk/gFW1bXVh9kI/s320/moms+camera+145.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blowing out her candles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa5N8HU1rI/AAAAAAAABus/cNeClFg-_JA/s1600-h/DSC04052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221564467108959922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa5N8HU1rI/AAAAAAAABus/cNeClFg-_JA/s320/DSC04052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicci is cutting the first piece of cake!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221564468233526466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa5OATcXMI/AAAAAAAABu0/zfuuYEVXtiA/s320/DSC04064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIS was her response to the cake i made her!! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to admitt... i was mildly sad for just a brief moment! ...And everyone wonders why i HATE any kind of cooking? Well, there ya go. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221565734345143506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa6Xs7-dNI/AAAAAAAABu8/KeN6zw1pboQ/s200/DSC04077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa6X963xhI/AAAAAAAABvE/9-JhnOkzEUo/s1600-h/DSC04080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221565738903914002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa6X963xhI/AAAAAAAABvE/9-JhnOkzEUo/s200/DSC04080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa7iQS5iMI/AAAAAAAABvM/rxEO4URALbg/s1600-h/DSC04083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221567015146850498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa7iQS5iMI/AAAAAAAABvM/rxEO4URALbg/s320/DSC04083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OHHHH...BUT you give her an Oreo Fatboy and she eats the WHOLE thing while giggling and laughing. Yeah. That made me feel real warm and fuzzy. Thanks sweetheart. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbA7WUszXI/AAAAAAAABvs/r-U2_g01Klw/s1600-h/DSC04087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221572943819885938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHbA7WUszXI/AAAAAAAABvs/r-U2_g01Klw/s320/DSC04087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa-QQ-W2mI/AAAAAAAABvk/_kc09byzx4w/s1600-h/moms+camera+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221570004626365026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHa-QQ-W2mI/AAAAAAAABvk/_kc09byzx4w/s320/moms+camera+156.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearest little Nicci, Happy Birthday Sweetheart! We love you so much and will forever and ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-8455225020549189600?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8455225020549189600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=8455225020549189600&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8455225020549189600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8455225020549189600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-baby-is-two.html' title='Our Baby is TWO!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SHaMkU4GxCI/AAAAAAAABnk/XfPvJHmtAQ0/s72-c/DSC04001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3579929485335085331</id><published>2008-07-01T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:30.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on Lazy Brandi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so ashamed of my blogging lately ... i'm very disappointed in myself. As of Tuesday or Wednesday of next week i will be completely catching up! I'm looking forward to catching up on all the blogs i've missed out on reading lately as well!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These next two weeks are going to be very empty and loooong -most of you know why- so i have NO excuses to not blog my life away!&lt;/span&gt; SO, &lt;em&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/em&gt;: Nicci's birthday, the fraud, Nicci coloring on the wall for the first time, Father's day tribute to my wonderful father and sweet husband, Nicci sleeping in her big girl bed, our 2 beach trips, and the 4th of july! Be prepared for some good times and the cutest pictures you've ever seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our first official family picture earlier this week. Cute eh'?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SGqwR2fJszI/AAAAAAAABm8/hQAUH25bvec/s1600-h/family+picture+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218176938992579378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SGqwR2fJszI/AAAAAAAABm8/hQAUH25bvec/s400/family+picture+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3579929485335085331?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3579929485335085331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3579929485335085331&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3579929485335085331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3579929485335085331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/07/shame-on-lazy-brandi.html' title='Shame on Lazy Brandi...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SGqwR2fJszI/AAAAAAAABm8/hQAUH25bvec/s72-c/family+picture+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-7373531764001643486</id><published>2008-06-09T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:34.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You're Happy and You Know It Stomp Your Feet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3kzU1eJCI/AAAAAAAABkM/37H6edhiiEM/s1600-h/DSC04182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210071914354975778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3kzU1eJCI/AAAAAAAABkM/37H6edhiiEM/s320/DSC04182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; stomped her cute little feet over and over as she explored the fun that the Water Park entailed! This morning Amy &amp;amp; i decided we'd take the girls to the Water Park and let them play for a while. Seth even took half the day off to come play with his girls in the water all afternoon. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nicci's&lt;/span&gt; first time at a Water Park and she had an absolute blast!! It was such a fun day i couldn't wait to post all of the pictures! How DANG cute is our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;-D?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; dancing around in her new swimsuit that she loves so much!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210075201631094850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3nyq5LCEI/AAAAAAAABkU/5e9l7IIDYSc/s320/DSC04150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3nzLDr2yI/AAAAAAAABkc/cjkEeT6-TBY/s1600-h/DSC04152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210075210265123618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3nzLDr2yI/AAAAAAAABkc/cjkEeT6-TBY/s320/DSC04152.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt;. SO DANG cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3nzg4kTnI/AAAAAAAABkk/ROfV2lPcvv0/s1600-h/DSC04161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210075216124071538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3nzg4kTnI/AAAAAAAABkk/ROfV2lPcvv0/s320/DSC04161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3n0PGq5UI/AAAAAAAABks/yE94WS-dQQI/s1600-h/DSC04156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210075228531254594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3n0PGq5UI/AAAAAAAABks/yE94WS-dQQI/s320/DSC04156.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How CUTE are they??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3n0kGMsxI/AAAAAAAABk0/fE1rCrCCAP4/s1600-h/DSC04157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210075234166420242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3n0kGMsxI/AAAAAAAABk0/fE1rCrCCAP4/s320/DSC04157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3qjUfF24I/AAAAAAAABk8/IzLyDwUUPvg/s1600-h/DSC04168.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210078236452969346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3qjUfF24I/AAAAAAAABk8/IzLyDwUUPvg/s320/DSC04168.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; going in the water for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3qlNaRgUI/AAAAAAAABlE/1Rzpi8n6u94/s1600-h/DSC04165.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210078268913451330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3qlNaRgUI/AAAAAAAABlE/1Rzpi8n6u94/s320/DSC04165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little DIVA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3ql530AkI/AAAAAAAABlM/vfAIrKKhuQk/s1600-h/DSC04175.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210078280848507458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3ql530AkI/AAAAAAAABlM/vfAIrKKhuQk/s320/DSC04175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3qmhmEQII/AAAAAAAABlU/3uFLbnhsNPg/s1600-h/DSC04181.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210078291511492738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3qmhmEQII/AAAAAAAABlU/3uFLbnhsNPg/s320/DSC04181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3qnGBKZlI/AAAAAAAABlc/KvRPiZ6-Szw/s1600-h/DSC04183.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210078301288818258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3qnGBKZlI/AAAAAAAABlc/KvRPiZ6-Szw/s320/DSC04183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two most beautiful people in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3tZhYQAMI/AAAAAAAABlk/MW6QswKZ4eA/s1600-h/DSC04189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210081366650126530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3tZhYQAMI/AAAAAAAABlk/MW6QswKZ4eA/s320/DSC04189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3taMmRBYI/AAAAAAAABls/QG07FdJT1iA/s1600-h/DSC04185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210081378251638146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3taMmRBYI/AAAAAAAABls/QG07FdJT1iA/s320/DSC04185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; my Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3tbYMqpAI/AAAAAAAABl0/ZwxVmzC3RK4/s1600-h/DSC04192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210081398545359874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3tbYMqpAI/AAAAAAAABl0/ZwxVmzC3RK4/s320/DSC04192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3tdn1AlZI/AAAAAAAABl8/-KpMTHj1iAs/s1600-h/DSC04195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210081437100840338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3tdn1AlZI/AAAAAAAABl8/-KpMTHj1iAs/s320/DSC04195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3tergmw5I/AAAAAAAABmE/WbsOmWrRTyA/s1600-h/DSC04198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210081455268873106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3tergmw5I/AAAAAAAABmE/WbsOmWrRTyA/s320/DSC04198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so warm in her favorite Dora towel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3vqxSIbQI/AAAAAAAABmM/rM6rrHMabt4/s1600-h/DSC04217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210083862000463106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3vqxSIbQI/AAAAAAAABmM/rM6rrHMabt4/s320/DSC04217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3vr8tndEI/AAAAAAAABmU/8mVmcNmgVN0/s1600-h/DSC04216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210083882248401986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3vr8tndEI/AAAAAAAABmU/8mVmcNmgVN0/s320/DSC04216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;------ Here's some fun clips of our amazing day! ------ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4948afba39f8f7e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D04948afba39f8f7e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331908448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C6DBC8B42996BEF30CC0445FF43DD21BA6F474E.501275C89F09EAA28EC9CC32CF23072459BB38E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4948afba39f8f7e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA3kdwZmYC-zaLhcVL0IgufZfJs0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D04948afba39f8f7e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331908448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C6DBC8B42996BEF30CC0445FF43DD21BA6F474E.501275C89F09EAA28EC9CC32CF23072459BB38E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4948afba39f8f7e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA3kdwZmYC-zaLhcVL0IgufZfJs0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; i received an unwelcome spray in the face! 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Let your families be families of love and peace and happiness. Gather your children around you and have your family home evenings, teach your children the ways of the Lord, read to them from the scriptures, and let them come to know the great truths of the eternal gospel as set forth in these words of the Almighty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-President Gordon B. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-7373531764001643486?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7373531764001643486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=7373531764001643486&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7373531764001643486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/7373531764001643486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-youre-happy-and-you-know-it-stomp.html' title='If You&apos;re Happy and You Know It Stomp Your Feet!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SE3kzU1eJCI/AAAAAAAABkM/37H6edhiiEM/s72-c/DSC04182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-5972663836785649752</id><published>2008-06-08T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:34.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Woulda Thought?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello hello! Good grief i feel like i've been gone forever. I have so much to catch up on that it's becoming a tad overwhelming. We have been so busy going though many fun times and many crazy &lt;em&gt;character building &lt;/em&gt;times. :) I will soon be blogging about the following: Nicci turned 2 and her birthday was &lt;em&gt;out-of-control fun&lt;/em&gt;, we got a bunny for Nicci &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(she is ridiculously cute by the way), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nicci's new bff...and &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; new good friends &lt;a href="http://randy-amy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Amy &amp;amp; Randy)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/a&gt;we were involved in some fraud which resulted in us losing the Accord BUT it turned around to be a huge blessing, we got another car -lol-, we have become officially debt free, Nicci colored on the wall for the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thank heaven for the 'magic eraser'), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can't get my nose out of Twilight, we have finally almost finished our cute backyard, and &lt;em&gt;drum roll please... &lt;/em&gt;we got callings today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Introducing the new Primary Teacher- 6 year olds here i come! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SEyaAka-E9I/AAAAAAAABjY/neoJocy_5-k/s1600-h/DSC04125.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209708203528295378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SEyaAka-E9I/AAAAAAAABjY/neoJocy_5-k/s320/DSC04125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the new Assistant Cub Scout Master! He is going to do &lt;em&gt;so great&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209708216710630098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SEyaBVh4itI/AAAAAAAABjg/WAPPz_KfA18/s320/DSC04130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SEyaBVh4itI/AAAAAAAABjg/WAPPz_KfA18/s1600-h/DSC04130.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth is overly excited to be apart of the cub scouts; he is so wonderful with the youth! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Gosh i love him.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i went into getting my calling with the secret attitude of not wanting to be called to Primary, and now...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who woulda thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;after letting it sink in all day and reading the manual a little bit, i'm looking forward to teaching these cute 6 year olds and being apart of their special little lives!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-5972663836785649752?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5972663836785649752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=5972663836785649752&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5972663836785649752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5972663836785649752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-woulda-thought.html' title='Who Woulda Thought?'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SEyaAka-E9I/AAAAAAAABjY/neoJocy_5-k/s72-c/DSC04125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-5556874452888017823</id><published>2008-05-16T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:35.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Home Mommy!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SC3mTlUxOgI/AAAAAAAABiw/H8MBNIt9nFM/s1600-h/DSC03636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201066368793917954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SC3mTlUxOgI/AAAAAAAABiw/H8MBNIt9nFM/s320/DSC03636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately we've realized that we have a little Parrot among us! Nicci is speaking almost full sentences now and is copying everything we say...it's actually really cute. She has really exploded in the &lt;em&gt;personality &lt;/em&gt;department and has become quite the little comedian. Not only that, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not to be a ridiculously annoying proud mommy!)&lt;/span&gt; but she has outdone herself in the smarty pants department as well! :) The other day she took apart her Russian Doll and then put it back together &lt;em&gt;all by herself. &lt;/em&gt;We took a video of her doing it and captured a little bit of her comical&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SC3nqFUxOhI/AAAAAAAABi4/1ewPsTIZpD8/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201067854852602386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SC3nqFUxOhI/AAAAAAAABi4/1ewPsTIZpD8/s200/DSC03466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; side as well. She's hilarious. Last night i said, "Nicci where do you live??" (and then i told her to say 'Happy Home') For the rest of the night she walked around saying, "Say Happy Home Ninny...Say Happy Home Ninny" almost in a mocking tone! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Ninny&lt;/em&gt; is what she calls herself)&lt;/span&gt; So this morning when i went in her room to get her she said, "Happy Home Mommy!!" I laughed until i thought i would die; i couldn't believe that she had remembered. It's such an incredible feeling when i say, "Where do you live" and i hear her respond, "Happy Home Mommy!" My mom taught me that when i was her age and i've always looked forward to teaching my child that someday. I really really love being a mom- more than i can express in words; it is seriously the very best job in the entire world! Somedays it's very hard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and other days kinda draining, BUT &lt;em&gt;all-in-all&lt;/em&gt; it is certainly the &lt;em&gt;funnest&lt;/em&gt;, most &lt;em&gt;rewarding&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt; job anyone could ever have! &lt;em&gt;I LOVE IT&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the process of landscaping our backyard and so while Seth &amp;amp; i were outside Nicci found one of my hair accessories, put it on, and then went on a search for '&lt;em&gt;The Rock That Would Change Her Life'...&lt;/em&gt;and here's a picture of the magic rock she found!! LOL. I'm telling you, this girl is hilarious. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SC3oXVUxOiI/AAAAAAAABjA/smzfJZLOjOA/s1600-h/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201068632241682978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SC3oXVUxOiI/AAAAAAAABjA/smzfJZLOjOA/s320/DSC03643.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's &lt;em&gt;Ninny &lt;/em&gt;putting her Russian Doll back together all by herself. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You might have to turn off the music to hear how hilarious this girl is)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1a635adaad2c8e52" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a635adaad2c8e52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331908448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59218CE077CA151DAC6BC223070C50DB882F8AC5.E69BF7CD3E1494A1469535805A6C3AAE4F888A7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a635adaad2c8e52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYy3nGhHHllsF1MORVmZxmPQj8uU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a635adaad2c8e52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331908448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59218CE077CA151DAC6BC223070C50DB882F8AC5.E69BF7CD3E1494A1469535805A6C3AAE4F888A7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a635adaad2c8e52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYy3nGhHHllsF1MORVmZxmPQj8uU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Don't be a scrub! Rise to the high ground of spiritual, mental, and physical excellence. You can do it. You may not be a genius. You may be lacking in some skills. But so many of us can do better than we are now doing...We are people with a present and with a future. Don't muff your opportunities. Be excellent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-5556874452888017823?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1a635adaad2c8e52&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5556874452888017823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=5556874452888017823&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5556874452888017823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5556874452888017823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-home-mommy.html' title='&quot;Happy Home Mommy!&quot;'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SC3mTlUxOgI/AAAAAAAABiw/H8MBNIt9nFM/s72-c/DSC03636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-3075203017511888595</id><published>2008-05-13T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:36.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnm6U9ZSMI/AAAAAAAABgw/dehfxFsSTzE/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199941134508968130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnm6U9ZSMI/AAAAAAAABgw/dehfxFsSTzE/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i know everyone&lt;em&gt; thinks&lt;/em&gt; they have the best mom in the entire world...but the truth is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;have the best, most wonderful mom in the ENTIRE world. :) Mother's Day was so amazing. I love having a specific day to dedicate to the most amazing woman i know. The day started out terrific....breakfast in bed! Seth made me french toast, eggs, bacon, and orange juice. It was so Y.U.M.M.Y. He was so incredible all day, he made sure i didn't lift a finger! He even made me breakfast all over again at 1:00am before i fell asleep. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Have i mentioned how much i dearly love my husband??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We then went to church with my parents and it was SO WONDERFUL!! The most amazing talks were given in Sacrament meeting &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(great job Ash!)&lt;/span&gt; and our Relief Society lesson was so special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wonderful job Stacie!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being able to sit next to my mom during all the meetings was such a special treat...going to a new ward since we moved &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnn3k9ZSNI/AAAAAAAABg4/mvm7PywMR-E/s1600-h/266.3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199942186775955666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnn3k9ZSNI/AAAAAAAABg4/mvm7PywMR-E/s200/266.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just isn't the same without her. Later that night we spent some real special time together and had some tender special moments. I love my mom so much. She really is the most incredible woman i know. My mom has a special love for everyone that most people can't understand. She is honest in &lt;em&gt;literally &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;she does. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If a cashier gave her 2 extra cents in change she'd immediately go back to the store come rain, snow, or wind...she'd return it.&lt;/span&gt; She has an incredible passion for the gospel and puts our Savior first in everything she does. She is the most obedient individual i've ever met. She puts EVERYONE before herself. I can't remember the last time she bought &lt;em&gt;anything just &lt;/em&gt;for her. My mom is pure in heart and &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; judges anyone. I talk to my mom everyday...we'll even watch movies together over the phone. :) She's my &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; best friend. She loves my husband so much and shows it in the way she treats him. Seth can talk to her for hours about UPS and she'll still be &lt;em&gt;bright eyed and bushy tailed&lt;/em&gt; in the end. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I have to admit, i have fallen asleep on occasion when "UPS Stats" comes up...but NEVER has my mom!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnop09ZSOI/AAAAAAAABhA/ZPawuLNtDX0/s1600-h/IMG_4735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199943050064382178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnop09ZSOI/AAAAAAAABhA/ZPawuLNtDX0/s200/IMG_4735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom is a perfect Grandmother. She loves her grandkids with everything she has. Nicci's favorite person in the whole world is my mom. She calls her "Mama" and Seth &amp;amp; i joke that Nicci actually thinks my mom IS HER mom. lol. The joy that my mom can bring into a room just with her smile is absolutely incredible. She brings light and love everywhere she goes, &amp;amp; it's because she carries her Savior with her in her heart. I think she spends more time on her knees than she does on her feet. I could never ask for a more righteous amazing woman for my mother. I just hope and pray that i can be &lt;em&gt;half&lt;/em&gt; the mother and woman she is. She's perfect, she's strong, she's my hero, she's obedient, she's loyal, she's fun, she's a healer, she's a comforter, she's my best friend, she's my angel...she's &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq0k9ZSUI/AAAAAAAABhw/iVyEpYqrU3g/s1600-h/Brandi%27s+Life+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199945433771231554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq0k9ZSUI/AAAAAAAABhw/iVyEpYqrU3g/s320/Brandi%27s+Life+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq1U9ZSVI/AAAAAAAABh4/9qM9x5XCQ0A/s1600-h/DSC02133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199945446656133458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq1U9ZSVI/AAAAAAAABh4/9qM9x5XCQ0A/s320/DSC02133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq1k9ZSWI/AAAAAAAABiA/8Cpyw6fAkO0/s1600-h/Brandi%27s+Life+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199945450951100770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq1k9ZSWI/AAAAAAAABiA/8Cpyw6fAkO0/s320/Brandi%27s+Life+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq109ZSXI/AAAAAAAABiI/C36-o0t0eyM/s1600-h/IMG_3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199945455246068082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq109ZSXI/AAAAAAAABiI/C36-o0t0eyM/s320/IMG_3208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq2E9ZSYI/AAAAAAAABiQ/hVcTNyWeKBU/s1600-h/DSC02486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199945459541035394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnq2E9ZSYI/AAAAAAAABiQ/hVcTNyWeKBU/s320/DSC02486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnrkE9ZSZI/AAAAAAAABiY/bMl-sSAbp4o/s1600-h/IMG_4736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199946249815017874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnrkE9ZSZI/AAAAAAAABiY/bMl-sSAbp4o/s320/IMG_4736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnrkk9ZSaI/AAAAAAAABig/BCi8Fj_T-30/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199946258404952482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnrkk9ZSaI/AAAAAAAABig/BCi8Fj_T-30/s320/DSC02147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you, i love you more, i love you more the mostest mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-3075203017511888595?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3075203017511888595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=3075203017511888595&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3075203017511888595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/3075203017511888595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dearest-mother.html' title='My Dearest Mother'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SCnm6U9ZSMI/AAAAAAAABgw/dehfxFsSTzE/s72-c/IMG_0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-6878890226556073055</id><published>2008-05-05T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:37.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SB_iAJLY7CI/AAAAAAAABgo/ef2zwzPNcpU/s1600-h/IMG_3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197120987100408866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SB_iAJLY7CI/AAAAAAAABgo/ef2zwzPNcpU/s320/IMG_3073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seth &amp;amp; i were just getting ready for bed and having our nightly 'talk time' and i was so overwhelmed with how very blessed i am. I love my family so much. I spent the day with my mom and little Nicci and realized that i really have never been happier than i am right now. My mom and i are very best friends; i am so grateful to have her close to me in &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; way and to have her loving guidance in every aspect of my life. Her selfless love blesses so many lives, including &lt;em&gt;very much&lt;/em&gt; my own. I have &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the most amazing husband. He works so hard for our little family and always comes home with a smile and ready to play hard with his girls before he retires to bed. There's no place i'd rather be than wrapped up in his hugs. I have an incredible father that works harder than anyone i've ever met. He will answer his phone in the middle of any meeting just to answer whatever ridiculous question i have for him. And i absolutely could not survive without my adorable little girl. She is my pride &amp;amp; joy...my &lt;em&gt;entire life&lt;/em&gt;. I have been so sick this past week and she has been &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good for me. Everytime i coughed or sneezed she'd say, "Bless you Mommy." It just brightened my day to hear those three words. As i watch her run around everyday&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SB_hkZLY7BI/AAAAAAAABgg/AF6WzYn2Y2Q/s1600-h/DSC03526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197120510359038994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SB_hkZLY7BI/AAAAAAAABgg/AF6WzYn2Y2Q/s320/DSC03526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(while i miss her Daddy like &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; i see so much of her wonderful father in her...i see his gorgeous eyes when she looks at me, his sweet smile when she laughs, and his love as she hugs me or says a prayer on her food before she eats. She's perfect. She is a literal angel that our Father in Heaven has blessed us with. I could not ask for a more beautiful and loving little girl. I could not ask for a more pure hearted &amp;amp; perfect mother. I could not ask for a more understanding &amp;amp; hard working father. I could not ask for a more loving, hard working, and literally perfect husband, and i certainly could not ask for a sweeter, happier, and more angelic child than my precious Nicci. I could not ask for a happier life. I'm so very blessed and so incredibly thankful for my kind Heavenly Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d33a1f46d2f2a87e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd33a1f46d2f2a87e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331908449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FC29AE35BD6C88726CB2AB90B2CD632AC161A07.1B3CA10EB5EB61734B381D22A51D3D001EA6F214%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd33a1f46d2f2a87e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dquv-Q_G1Kk7R50wbJT2_bbfmstw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd33a1f46d2f2a87e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331908449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FC29AE35BD6C88726CB2AB90B2CD632AC161A07.1B3CA10EB5EB61734B381D22A51D3D001EA6F214%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd33a1f46d2f2a87e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dquv-Q_G1Kk7R50wbJT2_bbfmstw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-6878890226556073055?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d33a1f46d2f2a87e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6878890226556073055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=6878890226556073055&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6878890226556073055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/6878890226556073055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-wonderful-life.html' title='What a Wonderful Life'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SB_iAJLY7CI/AAAAAAAABgo/ef2zwzPNcpU/s72-c/IMG_3073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-8550685331256973123</id><published>2008-04-30T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:38.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandi Goes DRASTIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all started yesterday afternoon. I was at the mall with my best friend Amanda buying a shirt for my little brother when we passed a wig store. I've always wanted to know how i would look with short hair so i tried on a couple wigs and strangly enough...it didn't look so bad. I thought to call Seth and ask him if he minded if i cut all my hair off...but then...that just didn't seem crazy enough. :) Since i was 3 i have had beautiful long hair that i have &lt;em&gt;never ever&lt;/em&gt; had short. I've been talking about cutting my hair for a while now, but it's always been &lt;em&gt;talking, &lt;/em&gt;never doing...because Brandi Lyn Bullock-Rasmussen has LONG hair...and always has...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(take a deep breath)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBjKLZLY68I/AAAAAAAABf4/I66Vp8wWsjA/s1600-h/DSC03610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195124467257895874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBjKLZLY68I/AAAAAAAABf4/I66Vp8wWsjA/s320/DSC03610.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-10 inches later-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBjKMJLY69I/AAAAAAAABgA/e5wUTUysqCM/s1600-h/DSC03612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195124480142797778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBjKMJLY69I/AAAAAAAABgA/e5wUTUysqCM/s320/DSC03612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBjKMpLY6-I/AAAAAAAABgI/nD44ELrigj0/s1600-h/DSC03617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195124488732732386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBjKMpLY6-I/AAAAAAAABgI/nD44ELrigj0/s320/DSC03617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBjKNJLY6_I/AAAAAAAABgQ/U4jKYYWoAlA/s1600-h/DSC03631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195124497322666994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBjKNJLY6_I/AAAAAAAABgQ/U4jKYYWoAlA/s320/DSC03631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-8550685331256973123?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8550685331256973123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=8550685331256973123&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8550685331256973123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8550685331256973123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/04/brandi-goes-drastic.html' title='Brandi Goes DRASTIC!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBjKLZLY68I/AAAAAAAABf4/I66Vp8wWsjA/s72-c/DSC03610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-5787867343572446668</id><published>2008-04-21T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:49.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Amazingness &amp; Improvements!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUfAJLY6II/AAAAAAAABZU/O5aX4x7D4mw/s1600-h/DSC03596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194091832565885058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUfAJLY6II/AAAAAAAABZU/O5aX4x7D4mw/s320/DSC03596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; called me a couple weeks ago and asked me if her and her husband and some friends could stay with us for a couple days on their way back from Disneyland. Now i went through all the emotions of stress, happiness, frustration, and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jealousy&lt;/span&gt;- i LOVE Disneyland! :) because we had only been in our house for a little under 2 weeks and we hardly had any furniture or anything set up ready for company. A couple days prior to their arrival Seth &amp;amp; i picked out an incredible Love Sac ("The Big One") and it was suppose to arrive a couple days after our guests would come. The next day i was just browsing around RC Willey when i found an AMAZING bedroom set for half price (thank heaven for blowout sales), the perfect couch, and a coffee table with a matching end table. I called Seth &amp;amp; told him about everything i had found and he told me to get it!! He hadn't even SEEN any of it, but he apparently trusted my judgement...and lets FACE it, a $3500 bedroom set for &lt;em&gt;$1400&lt;/em&gt; - and a $1400 couch for &lt;em&gt;$499&lt;/em&gt; doesn't come around everyday. SO, i did it. I got it all! We were very excited, and it ended up coming the day after our company arrived. NOW you might be thinking the "unexpected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amazingness&lt;/span&gt;" is the great deal we received on our furniture...BUT it's NOT. The &lt;em&gt;unexpected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amazingness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;was the &lt;em&gt;company&lt;/em&gt; we received. My cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; her hubby Ryan were a blast, and the couple they brought with them will forever remain our dear friends! I mean, i had no idea that such special people would be gracing our home! Not only did we hit it off right away and NEVER ran out of anything to talk about, but they helped me out so so much. Seth was working a lot and was not home for our entire load of furniture to be delivered, but the two boys, Jake &amp;amp; Ryan, put smiles on their faces and moved furniture, helped me set up furniture, ran errands with me, and MUCH more. Even after Seth got home they helped us with "Operation Mattress" and "Beating the Sac"! (Pictures and explanations are below :) All in all, our company was a blast and such a great blessing to us. We spent time with four individuals this weekend that made us better people and who we will love and cherish for the rest of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;, Ry, Cassie &amp;amp; Jake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUeHJLY6HI/AAAAAAAABZM/xKlGKO-IYc8/s1600-h/IMG_3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194090853313341554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUeHJLY6HI/AAAAAAAABZM/xKlGKO-IYc8/s320/IMG_3078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at our incredible dinner at Red Robin! We were the last ones out, we had so much fun. (Ryan your face is priceless) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; had a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Lemon eating time at dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUf8pLY6LI/AAAAAAAABZs/0BSPM8QbDCo/s1600-h/IMG_3074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194092871947970738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUf8pLY6LI/AAAAAAAABZs/0BSPM8QbDCo/s200/IMG_3074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUf85LY6MI/AAAAAAAABZ0/Flwkh6sdbUw/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194092876242938050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUf85LY6MI/AAAAAAAABZ0/Flwkh6sdbUw/s200/IMG_3075.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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two proud &lt;em&gt;soon-to-be&lt;/em&gt; Papa's!! They were &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cute with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt;, they're going to make great fathers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUgxZLY6NI/AAAAAAAABZ8/BGZe1Kf_U5Q/s1600-h/IMG_3081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194093778186070226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUgxZLY6NI/AAAAAAAABZ8/BGZe1Kf_U5Q/s200/IMG_3081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My beautiful cousin looks so great pregnant! I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUjHZLY6OI/AAAAAAAABaE/IZC44tCGALw/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194096355166447842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUjHZLY6OI/AAAAAAAABaE/IZC44tCGALw/s320/IMG_3085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This picture is for my wonderful parents. They were in Seattle for a week and i was missing them pretty bad, and when we walked out of Red Robin i smelled Star Jasmine and thought of them. In their backyard they have a ton of Star Jasmine so the smell took me back home. :) I love you Mom &amp;amp; Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUjHpLY6PI/AAAAAAAABaM/yDTRoRhsws0/s1600-h/IMG_3083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194096359461415154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUjHpLY6PI/AAAAAAAABaM/yDTRoRhsws0/s320/IMG_3083.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~The GIRLS!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;divalign="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These two pregnant girls radiate like no other!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194096363756382466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUjH5LY6QI/AAAAAAAABaU/rFMp4D695FU/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BOYS!!&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three guys are all incredible husbands and fathers. I feel so blessed to know them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194096368051349778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUjIJLY6RI/AAAAAAAABac/y_ky-sBxpdo/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- OPERATION MATTRESS ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUlgZLY6SI/AAAAAAAABak/gvJj-tqIsLs/s1600-h/IMG_3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194098983686433058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUlgZLY6SI/AAAAAAAABak/gvJj-tqIsLs/s320/IMG_3090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We needed to get our gigantic King Mattress up the stairs...BUT...one small problem. It didn't fit. So what were we to do?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUm4ZLY6TI/AAAAAAAABas/tVWlxRP9w70/s1600-h/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194100495514921266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUm4ZLY6TI/AAAAAAAABas/tVWlxRP9w70/s200/IMG_3091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Look towards the light??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope! So when that didn't work we came up with a grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' plan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shimmy it up the balcony!! The boys tied rope around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; and handed it to Seth. He held it there until Jake &amp;amp; Ryan ran upstairs to help pull it over the railing. They were champs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194102114717591874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUoWpLY6UI/AAAAAAAABa0/hfjWlXLqBtQ/s320/IMG_3093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194102119012559186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUoW5LY6VI/AAAAAAAABa8/d9YyGw2whjc/s320/IMG_3094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mission Accomplished!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194102123307526498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUoXJLY6WI/AAAAAAAABbE/Q3JocafGiyQ/s320/IMG_3096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUoXJLY6WI/AAAAAAAABbE/Q3JocafGiyQ/s1600-h/IMG_3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We finally have our King sized mattress!! There's nothing that says love like sleeping 4 blissful feet away from your adorable husband! :) We are very excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUoXZLY6XI/AAAAAAAABbM/hwKzPTs9sjg/s1600-h/IMG_3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194102127602493810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUoXZLY6XI/AAAAAAAABbM/hwKzPTs9sjg/s320/IMG_3099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- BEATING THE SAC ----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is our &lt;em&gt;FAVORITE &lt;/em&gt;piece of furniture! Our Love Sac...'The Big One'! The instructions we were given was to "beat our sac" until all the matter inside was broken up...SO WE DID!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194107784074422722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUtgpLY6cI/AAAAAAAABb0/KLGw13zGj5A/s320/IMG_3106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUtg5LY6dI/AAAAAAAABb8/-CruAiFeU6s/s1600-h/IMG_3100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194107788369390034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUtg5LY6dI/AAAAAAAABb8/-CruAiFeU6s/s320/IMG_3100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUthJLY6eI/AAAAAAAABcE/EpEmHcvI830/s1600-h/IMG_3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194107792664357346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUthJLY6eI/AAAAAAAABcE/EpEmHcvI830/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUthZLY6fI/AAAAAAAABcM/_c97h5KFmHo/s1600-h/IMG_3103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194107796959324658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUthZLY6fI/AAAAAAAABcM/_c97h5KFmHo/s320/IMG_3103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we sat in our very own Love Sac. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUvYJLY6gI/AAAAAAAABcU/Uz_t8A-tBWU/s1600-h/IMG_3107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194109837068790274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUvYJLY6gI/AAAAAAAABcU/Uz_t8A-tBWU/s320/IMG_3107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- GIRL/GUY TIME ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guys went golfing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this picture was taken right after they got back)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194111443386559010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUw1pLY6iI/AAAAAAAABck/59RYse-S_50/s320/IMG_3124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The girls got Pedicures!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUw1ZLY6hI/AAAAAAAABcc/5IDG4cvXYG0/s1600-h/IMG_3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194111439091591698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUw1ZLY6hI/AAAAAAAABcc/5IDG4cvXYG0/s320/IMG_3119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nicci's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;first &lt;/em&gt;pedicure!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUw15LY6jI/AAAAAAAABcs/X2b8l2u76cc/s1600-h/IMG_3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194111447681526322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUw15LY6jI/AAAAAAAABcs/X2b8l2u76cc/s320/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful &lt;em&gt;Beautiful &lt;/em&gt;Cassie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194111451976493634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUw2JLY6kI/AAAAAAAABc0/3RYPCgnOVrI/s320/IMG_3112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; got to put her feet on my hot towel and we got matching colors as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUyDJLY6lI/AAAAAAAABc8/bdDZ0lgFg30/s1600-h/IMG_3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194112774826420818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUyDJLY6lI/AAAAAAAABc8/bdDZ0lgFg30/s200/IMG_3115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUyDZLY6mI/AAAAAAAABdE/NE-7whzmHFk/s1600-h/IMG_3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194112779121388130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUyDZLY6mI/AAAAAAAABdE/NE-7whzmHFk/s200/IMG_3116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my girl and our matching toes! She's the best thing that ever happened to us. I LOVE her.&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUzIJLY6nI/AAAAAAAABdM/TpMBru326I0/s1600-h/IMG_3126.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194113960237394546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUzIJLY6nI/AAAAAAAABdM/TpMBru326I0/s320/IMG_3126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- IMPROVEMENTS ----&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We worked on our front yard this weekend! Here's &lt;em&gt;'muscles' &lt;/em&gt;getting ready to pull out tree #1!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194117018254109314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU16JLY6oI/AAAAAAAABdU/Q9aT9d0vzPY/s320/DSC03575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU16ZLY6pI/AAAAAAAABdc/1B0k4ruiLpo/s1600-h/DSC03581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194117022549076626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU16ZLY6pI/AAAAAAAABdc/1B0k4ruiLpo/s320/DSC03581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU165LY6qI/AAAAAAAABdk/n997A4aGrVE/s1600-h/DSC03582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194117031139011234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU165LY6qI/AAAAAAAABdk/n997A4aGrVE/s320/DSC03582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planting &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; tree #1!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We named it our "Love Fern". We are fully aware that it's not a fern, however it's the first thing we've ever planted together, therefore, it's our 'love fern' :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194117039728945842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU17ZLY6rI/AAAAAAAABds/iVk0Kh7QHBU/s320/DSC03583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get pictures of the second tree getting ripped out but here is the final product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU6BpLY6sI/AAAAAAAABd0/NrqNTx9o5hk/s1600-h/DSC03592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194121545149639362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU6BpLY6sI/AAAAAAAABd0/NrqNTx9o5hk/s320/DSC03592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU6CJLY6tI/AAAAAAAABd8/AXeKHl2ky-I/s1600-h/DSC03593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194121553739573970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU6CJLY6tI/AAAAAAAABd8/AXeKHl2ky-I/s320/DSC03593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of all the furniture i picked out all by myself!! Let's see how i did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The beautiful king bedroom set...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU9zJLY6vI/AAAAAAAABeM/GgjW-YQ5hdc/s1600-h/DSC03533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194125694088047346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU9zJLY6vI/AAAAAAAABeM/GgjW-YQ5hdc/s200/DSC03533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU9zZLY6wI/AAAAAAAABeU/V5xg-Imf-Fk/s1600-h/DSC03541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194125698383014658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU9zZLY6wI/AAAAAAAABeU/V5xg-Imf-Fk/s200/DSC03541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;The coffee table &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the end table is hidden behind the couch)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the new clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU9zpLY6xI/AAAAAAAABec/wV6rFnHlKEA/s1600-h/DSC03570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194125702677981970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU9zpLY6xI/AAAAAAAABec/wV6rFnHlKEA/s200/DSC03570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU9z5LY6yI/AAAAAAAABek/qn51b4qRhJ0/s1600-h/DSC03555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194125706972949282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU9z5LY6yI/AAAAAAAABek/qn51b4qRhJ0/s200/DSC03555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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;We finally have a dining room table &amp;amp; family room furniture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU90ZLY6zI/AAAAAAAABes/4O1dRZb0NZM/s1600-h/DSC03557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194125715562883890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU90ZLY6zI/AAAAAAAABes/4O1dRZb0NZM/s200/DSC03557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU_35LY60I/AAAAAAAABe0/ODe1pttJaUA/s1600-h/DSC03559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194127974715681602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBU_35LY60I/AAAAAAAABe0/ODe1pttJaUA/s200/DSC03559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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;Here is Nicci's favorite part!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194130534516190034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBVCM5LY61I/AAAAAAAABe8/FKm2YE48VWU/s320/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194130538811157346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBVCNJLY62I/AAAAAAAABfE/xk0Rgnj4aFo/s320/DSC03564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBVCNJLY62I/AAAAAAAABfE/xk0Rgnj4aFo/s1600-h/DSC03564.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBVCNZLY63I/AAAAAAAABfM/isH8dXPdRFQ/s1600-h/DSC03563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194130543106124658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBVCNZLY63I/AAAAAAAABfM/isH8dXPdRFQ/s320/DSC03563.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very blessed to call these two incredible individuals &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194130551696059266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBVCN5LY64I/AAAAAAAABfU/sfEXLEjQ3IM/s320/DSC03568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBVCN5LY64I/AAAAAAAABfU/sfEXLEjQ3IM/s1600-h/DSC03568.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBVCOJLY65I/AAAAAAAABfc/r5Yv3mhtqqk/s1600-h/DSC03597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194130555991026578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBVCOJLY65I/AAAAAAAABfc/r5Yv3mhtqqk/s320/DSC03597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Great is your power for good. Marvelous are your talents and devotion. Tremendous is your faith and your love for the Lord, for His work, and for His sons and daughters. Continue to live the gospel. Magnify it before all of your associates. Your good works will carry more weight than any words you might speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stand A Little Taller," by President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-5787867343572446668?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5787867343572446668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=5787867343572446668&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5787867343572446668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5787867343572446668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/04/unexpected-amazingness-improvements.html' title='Unexpected Amazingness &amp; Improvements!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SBUfAJLY6II/AAAAAAAABZU/O5aX4x7D4mw/s72-c/DSC03596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-1196908116404662634</id><published>2008-04-14T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:52.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry It's Taken Me So Long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAPyQKMg6qI/AAAAAAAABWs/FOCc80XVZT4/s1600-h/DSC03293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189257555089615522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAPyQKMg6qI/AAAAAAAABWs/FOCc80XVZT4/s320/DSC03293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have received more than 15 emails/comments from friends and family wanting to see pictures of our home...so here ya go! There's a bunch, but now at least you can't say i didn't give you a small visual of where our cute little family lives. :) The adorable picture to the left are the two studly men that painted our &lt;em&gt;entire &lt;/em&gt;house! (Dan, Amanda, &amp;amp; i helped too but i got voted off the island because i made &lt;em&gt;lines...&lt;/em&gt;whatever...) They pulled many all-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nighters&lt;/span&gt; together and while Seth was at work Jeff went out to the house and single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handedly&lt;/span&gt; painted for many &lt;em&gt;many &lt;/em&gt;hours. &lt;em&gt;(We couldn't have done it without you Jeff! Thank you so much!!) &lt;/em&gt;Here are some pictures...we have &lt;em&gt;kind of &lt;/em&gt;started decorating and the house is pretty darn empty, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(we've only been here for 2 weeks!)&lt;/span&gt; but everyday it feels a little more like home. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Our Home~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(we will be pulling out that ugly dead tree and replacing it with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;floofy&lt;/span&gt; green one this week! yea! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP2lKMg6rI/AAAAAAAABW0/0IRxHyfAQ8Y/s1600-h/DSC03475.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189262313913379506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP2lKMg6rI/AAAAAAAABW0/0IRxHyfAQ8Y/s320/DSC03475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP2lqMg6sI/AAAAAAAABW8/KCUvqrov_ZA/s1600-h/DSC03476.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189262322503314114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP2lqMg6sI/AAAAAAAABW8/KCUvqrov_ZA/s320/DSC03476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQSdaMg69I/AAAAAAAABZE/BCy1p_63rnM/s1600-h/DSC03478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189292967094971346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQSdaMg69I/AAAAAAAABZE/BCy1p_63rnM/s320/DSC03478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Living Room~&lt;living&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP3n6Mg6uI/AAAAAAAABXM/cC8uYwAhM6s/s1600-h/DSC03481.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189263460669647586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP3n6Mg6uI/AAAAAAAABXM/cC8uYwAhM6s/s200/DSC03481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP4lqMg6vI/AAAAAAAABXU/BZRJsppU7-E/s1600-h/DSC03482.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189264521526569714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP4lqMg6vI/AAAAAAAABXU/BZRJsppU7-E/s200/DSC03482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP4r6Mg6wI/AAAAAAAABXc/bBnqyrFJtD4/s1600-h/DSC03483.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189264628900752130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP4r6Mg6wI/AAAAAAAABXc/bBnqyrFJtD4/s200/DSC03483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kitchen~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQPoaMg68I/AAAAAAAABY8/2VHFo52UVQQ/s1600-h/DSC03484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189289857538649026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQPoaMg68I/AAAAAAAABY8/2VHFo52UVQQ/s320/DSC03484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Family Room~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP7q6Mg6yI/AAAAAAAABXs/J1LANmoQBfA/s1600-h/DSC03486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189267910255766306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP7q6Mg6yI/AAAAAAAABXs/J1LANmoQBfA/s320/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THIS is what happens when we say the word '&lt;em&gt;NAP'&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP9YKMg6zI/AAAAAAAABX0/nsmbthgXdcc/s1600-h/DSC03487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189269787156474674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP9YKMg6zI/AAAAAAAABX0/nsmbthgXdcc/s320/DSC03487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicci's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;PINK&lt;/em&gt; room! We haven't hung anything up yet, but she loves the pink walls! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP_BKMg60I/AAAAAAAABX8/LqjIq904K20/s1600-h/DSC03508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189271591042739010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP_BKMg60I/AAAAAAAABX8/LqjIq904K20/s200/DSC03508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP_BqMg61I/AAAAAAAABYE/Dws3wHwSKLk/s1600-h/DSC03509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189271599632673618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAP_BqMg61I/AAAAAAAABYE/Dws3wHwSKLk/s200/DSC03509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;strip view&lt;/em&gt; right outside our bedroom door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQAZaMg62I/AAAAAAAABYM/HpyxSkgCMGE/s1600-h/DSC03497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189273107166194530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQAZaMg62I/AAAAAAAABYM/HpyxSkgCMGE/s320/DSC03497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicci&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;loves &lt;/em&gt;to play on the balcony off of our bedroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQJQ6Mg63I/AAAAAAAABYU/Yal68cJHBtQ/s1600-h/DSC03500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189282856741956466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQJQ6Mg63I/AAAAAAAABYU/Yal68cJHBtQ/s320/DSC03500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQJRaMg64I/AAAAAAAABYc/oahVDj7x7XM/s1600-h/DSC03507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189282865331891074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQJRaMg64I/AAAAAAAABYc/oahVDj7x7XM/s320/DSC03507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQLN6Mg65I/AAAAAAAABYk/AluxwPp9xuA/s1600-h/DSC03512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189285004225604498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQLN6Mg65I/AAAAAAAABYk/AluxwPp9xuA/s320/DSC03512.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she absolutely beautiful??&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQLOaMg66I/AAAAAAAABYs/ByESAXoJPoQ/s1600-h/DSC03494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189285012815539106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQLOaMg66I/AAAAAAAABYs/ByESAXoJPoQ/s320/DSC03494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQLOqMg67I/AAAAAAAABY0/4hTUm1PiSKw/s1600-h/DSC03513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189285017110506418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAQLOqMg67I/AAAAAAAABY0/4hTUm1PiSKw/s320/DSC03513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around and shouting that he has been robbed. The fact of the matter is that most putts don't drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to be just people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey...delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-1196908116404662634?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1196908116404662634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=1196908116404662634&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1196908116404662634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/1196908116404662634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-its-taken-me-so-long.html' title='Sorry It&apos;s Taken Me So Long...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SAPyQKMg6qI/AAAAAAAABWs/FOCc80XVZT4/s72-c/DSC03293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-8338435884013915635</id><published>2008-04-10T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:52.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What.A.Bad.Day. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow. Before i get into my "what.a.bad.day." i'll give a brief synopsis of what's been happening in our ridiculously exciting lives. (If you &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;you are sensing sarcasm throughout this post, you're probably correct.) So, we moved. :) It was an emotional yet exciting experience all at once. I went through excitement, sorrow, longings, tears, laughter, and 'out of my mind' moments about every 30 min this past week. It's been a bit of an adjustment living in our new home &amp;amp; location. The first night we were here Nicci hit an all time &lt;em&gt;high &lt;/em&gt;for her screaming record. She screamed for 4 hours straight...not cried...&lt;em&gt;screeeamed. &lt;/em&gt;She was so freaked out by the new house she refused to sleep. This continued for days. NO naps. NO sleep...for basically any of us. But then the halo above her head returned and we are doing much better these days. ANYHOW...on to my '&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; good&lt;em&gt; very bad&lt;/em&gt; day'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So this morning Nicci was a gem. We had our regular morning loveliness and this afternoon was Tom's funeral. Nicci &amp;amp; i got ready and left the house in a fabulous mood. We headed to Walmart, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the place that i will love watch burn in hell someday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and we found a nice sympathy card for Tom's family. As i was checking out i set my cell phone down next to the key pad you pay with. All of a sudden Nicci started freaking out and taking all the candy off the shelf. Now &lt;em&gt;consciously &lt;/em&gt;i thought to myself, "it's not worth over-reacting...just handle her with love"...as i bent down to talk to her. That was my first BIG mistake. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sarcasm)&lt;/span&gt; Then the lady reached over and handed me my receipt &amp;amp; card, and i swooped Nicci up and walked away. LESS THAN 20 seconds later i realized i forgot my phone. SO i turned around to get it. &lt;em&gt;It was gone. &lt;/em&gt;Yes. &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;. I asked the lady, "Did you see my phone??" And she turned to me and said, "Do i look like your phone watcher?" WHAT the freaking...&lt;em&gt;blank&lt;/em&gt;! I was torn between ripping her head off and sitting down on the floor sobbing my guts out. I asked if she had &lt;em&gt;seen &lt;/em&gt;the person after me...or anything...&lt;em&gt;what they looked like, girl or guy&lt;/em&gt;...and all i got was her snippy attitude that to this very minute still repulses me. I asked her if i could use her phone to call MY phone and she told me to &lt;em&gt;use a payphone.&lt;/em&gt; Yes ladies and gentlemen, i met the &lt;em&gt;female &lt;/em&gt;Satan today. I started to cry as i ran off with Nics to find a payphone while praying that i wouldn't be late for the funeral when a sweet gentleman yelled after me. He offered me his cell phone as he began to cuss everyone out for being so inconsiderate to my situation. It was unbelievable. I called my phone and, &lt;em&gt;surprise surprise, &lt;/em&gt;it was off. I called Seth a million times but he didn't answer so i called my mom who got ahold of him and he canceled my number with T-mobile so that the '&lt;em&gt;jerk face pathetic dill weed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;thief'&lt;/em&gt; couldn't use my phone. Now you all might be wondering why i am SO upset about this...well, let me tell ya why. First, i've had my same SIM card for almost 7 years. I have phone numbers i'll NEVER get back. That makes me very sad...very. And Second...and MOST important...WHY? Tell me WHY ANYONE would steal a pink phone from a young mother WHILE she's trying to be very patient and understanding to her little girl who doesn't understand that candy is to be left on the shelf?! I mean seriously. AND PLEASE someone tell me what &lt;em&gt;bee&lt;/em&gt; flew into the cashier's ear...why was she SO inconsiderate...why was she so determined NOT to help me?? BECAUSE. You want my opinon? SHE stole it. People can be SO mean. SO inconsiderate. SO just...downright, disappointing. It makes me very sad to think that there really are people out there that could give a rat's pa-toot about another person's well being. I mean, there are people who &lt;em&gt;don't care &lt;/em&gt;about hurting anyone...there are people who &lt;em&gt;open car doors HARD &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;smack &lt;/em&gt;the car next to them without giving it a second thought! (That happened to me today too!...I was IN the car and the person who hit me basically said they could care less...yeah...) I just wish people&lt;em&gt; cared&lt;/em&gt;. I wish people had more integrity. I was raised by a mother who would &lt;em&gt;walk back &lt;/em&gt;to a store in 6 feet of snow to GIVE BACK &lt;em&gt;2 cents&lt;/em&gt; that the cashier accidentally gave her extra in change...i was raised to &lt;em&gt;stop &lt;/em&gt;what you're doing to help someone in need, even if it's a stranger. I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;no different than to sincerely care for other people's well beings. And today, i got reminded over and over &lt;em&gt;and over&lt;/em&gt; again that there are sad pathetic people in this world who just &lt;em&gt;don't care. &lt;/em&gt;It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So. What have i learned from all of this today? I realized that i myself need to be better to other people around me throughout my day. Someone who just cut me off might be rushing to the hospital to say their last words to a family member they love dearly. The short tempered man in Walmart who cuts me in line might not even know i'm standing there because so much is on his mind. And the adorable 2 year old who's screaming because she wanted to go with 'Grandma instead of Mommy' simply misses her Grandma and knows no other way to express her feelings than to cry...and i need to be loving and sympathetic to her needs. During this entire move there's been times i've cried...because i &lt;em&gt;want my mom. &lt;/em&gt;Everyone knows how that is. Everyone knows how it is to miss someone and cry uncontrollably...everyone knows how it is to speed and accidentally (or purposely) cut someone off and honestly feel bad about it...everyone knows how it is to have so much on your mind you don't see the person you totally just ignored and cut in line. We ALL know how it is to hurt, to be sad, to be short, or in a hurry...if only we could master the ability to be more tolerant and loving towards those harder to love at times. That's what i learned today. I need to be more tolerant of the&lt;em&gt; not-so-nice&lt;/em&gt; ladies that check me out at Walmart...or more tolerant of the mother who smashed her car door into mine because she was trying to get her crying child out of her 2 door car. I need to be more forgiving, more loving, and more capable of saying, "The poor guy that stole my phone obviously needed it more than i do"...and move on. I've had an insane day. Seth had class late and so i crashed at my parent's house and everything slowly started to fall into perspective. I'm so blessed to have them in my life. I complain about living 30 minutes away from them...&lt;em&gt;but &lt;/em&gt;i have them so much closer to me than most people have their parents. I complain about never seeing Seth, but here he is, &lt;em&gt;right next to me...&lt;/em&gt; staring at me with a his sweet smile i could never live without. And there's times i complain about having Nicci...and then i realize how self involved i am. She is such a blessing. I was talking to the T-mobile lady and she said "...wow, everything you've been through today and then &lt;em&gt;on top of it all &lt;/em&gt;you have a two year old!" And i thought to myself...'YES. On top of it ALL i have a beautiful miracle i can look at, hold, kiss, and laugh with when my world is falling down around me. Yes, on top of it all, there she is -my 2 year old- with open arms ready to hold Mommy when Mommy can't stand any longer. I love my little girl. I love my Husband. I love my wise and wonderful parents. I actually...love trials. Without days like this, how would we ever savor the true things in this world that really matter? We couldn't. SO, i guess, hooray for &lt;em&gt;no good very bad days!&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R_8WnnqKpgI/AAAAAAAABWk/gAE3YvsMFDk/s1600-h/DSC03472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187890165670651394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R_8WnnqKpgI/AAAAAAAABWk/gAE3YvsMFDk/s200/DSC03472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. Seeing how all my phone numbers are gone, could you all please email me (&lt;a href="mailto:lasvgsunshine@yahoo.com"&gt;lasvgsunshine@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;) your numbers so that i could update my phone as best as possible?? Thank you so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-8338435884013915635?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8338435884013915635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=8338435884013915635&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8338435884013915635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8338435884013915635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/04/whatabadday.html' title='What.A.Bad.Day. =)'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R_8WnnqKpgI/AAAAAAAABWk/gAE3YvsMFDk/s72-c/DSC03472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4111219814670498009</id><published>2008-03-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:53.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed With Sorrow &amp; Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been sitting here for a while trying to control my emotions and it just seems near impossible for me to stop crying for 5 minutes to write what i'm feeling. Please bear with me. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-oGaRxee6I/AAAAAAAABUg/PMfHudpKBqs/s1600-h/tom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181961369760463778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-oGaRxee6I/AAAAAAAABUg/PMfHudpKBqs/s200/tom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight i found out that our dear neighbor, Tom, passed away. My heart aches, my eyes sting, and yet i have such a flood of happiness overwhelming my heart. I'm not going to use any&lt;em&gt; fancy&lt;/em&gt; words or phrases, but i'm going to speak straight from my heart about some things that are very dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved into our condo we met Tom the very first day. He lived below us and he was sweeping the walks when we showed up. That day, a very special relationship blossomed. He was very elderly, and he lived all alone. His wife died 5 years ago. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss him so much.&lt;/span&gt; Seth and i would take him to the store, and we even had dinner on occasion. He really took a liking to Nicci. When she had her surgery...he prayed for her. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll explain later why that is so special to us now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We took him to the Outback one night, and he sat and told us all about how he met his dear wife, and how much he missed her. It was special. As time went by we invited him to church. He never came. BUT - Christmas of 2006 Seth was working during our ward Christmas Dinner, so Tom came with me as my date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note the *picture at the top...Oh how i miss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He was so much fun, he talked to everyone and i saw a brightness in him i had never seen before. It was soon after that we gave him a Book of Mormon. We wrote our testimony in it and also bore our testimony of our Savior to&lt;em&gt; him in person&lt;/em&gt; as well. He asked us some questions later on about it, but due to his elderly age and poor health he was limited in his physical understanding of some things. We had grown extremely close to Tom. He heard Seth &amp;amp; i joking once about how i don't cook, and for like a month straight he made us some dinners...they were the sweetest, most humble, and delicious meals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches as i write this... i remember his name showing up on my caller ID when he'd call; i remember seeing him on our walks. I remember talking to him about the gospel, running errands with him, and laughing and crying as he would tell us all about his sweet wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became very close to Tom. Not too long ago, he found a bouncy ball for Nicci. He was so excited to give it to her. He was such a sweet man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week an ambulance came and took Tom to the hospital because he was having trouble breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched from my porch as they wheeled him away...i was thinking i would make him cookies for his return. It was the last time i ever saw my dear friend Tom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call this afternoon from Tom's daughter. She found my number on a card we gave Tom not too long ago. She wanted to know who i was. She told me her father passed away. I couldn't control my emotions as my heart was aching and the lump in my throat just kept getting bigger and bigger. I was deeply torn between being happy for Tom, or so very sad for myself. We had a very interesting conversation, one that i will cherish forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was obvious in our conversation that Tom had had some hardships with his family. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets put it this way...his daughter didn't sound all broken up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She asked me if i was Mormon. I said, YES, why? She hesitated for a moment...then she said that 'Tom had never in his life been a religious man and has never read the bible or anything. But she ran across this &lt;em&gt;"Mormon Bible" &lt;/em&gt;on his bedstand and it looked as if Tom had read it...the entire thing. He had written notes on pieces of paper he stuck in the book...all the way through it.' I completely lost my composure. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom had prayed for our little girl while she was in surgery...he had a relationship with God, and he believed.&lt;/span&gt; My heart exploded with emotion as i hit the realization that he actually read the most special book ever written, the Book of Mormon. She proceeded to thank me. She thanked me for caring, for being there for Tom, and for simply seeing a man she had never seen. No one in the family had talked to him,... in a very long time. I told her all about the Christmas dinner he was my date to...and about his love for Nicci. She hesitated once again...and then she brought up the Book of Mormon again. She said her 14 yr old daughter wanted the book, for some reason it was special to her. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to bear my testimony of this amazing gospel. Jesus Christ, our Savior, Lord, and King died for us, ... for YOU. He died so that the mistakes we make here on earth can be erased, forever. He forgets them. He guides us. He is so &lt;em&gt;aware&lt;/em&gt; of our &lt;em&gt;each individual needs!&lt;/em&gt; He loves us. When i say He loves us, i mean, with a love that is completely&lt;em&gt; UN-comprehendable&lt;/em&gt; to each of us. I think about a "mother's love" and how His love is &lt;em&gt;even stronger&lt;/em&gt; than that. I have such a love and testimony of the temple. It binds us together, forever. FOREVER. Despite the mistakes and even sins that we have committed here on this earth we still have an opportunity to repent and live with our families forever. It's such a profound and beautiful concept. Right now, Tom is with his wife. Right now, Tom is being taught the true gospel of Christ. He is being faced with the decision to accept it or to reject it. I know he'll accept it. I know in my heart that if it weren't for his physical limitations he would have been baptised. Even though he didn't discuss the Book of Mormon too much with us, he experienced something even more important. He felt the spirit bear witness to him of the truth as he read the words of our Lord and Savior. I know he did. He wouldn't have read the entire book otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my Savior. I love the real love that He has for &lt;em&gt;each &lt;/em&gt;one of us. I saw the hand of God work in the life of this elderly man. It was beautiful. It was overwhelming. It was sacred. It's hard for me to use something as simple as words to express the experience i had with the the Savior and my wonderful friend Tom. I miss him so much it hurts. I loved him dearly. However, i am filled with an even greater peace and love that he is now in a better place. He is being taught the gospel, he's with his wife, and he's out of pain. I love my Savior. I love this gospel. I can't wait for the day i can give my friend Tom a hug and tell him how very special he was to me and my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reach out to your neighbors. Every single one of them. If we don't, we are missing out on experiencing and loving the divine spirits who we call brother and sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to miss Tom, he was a very special friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-4111219814670498009?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4111219814670498009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4111219814670498009&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4111219814670498009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4111219814670498009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/03/overwhelmed-with-sorrow-joy.html' title='Overwhelmed With Sorrow &amp; Joy'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-oGaRxee6I/AAAAAAAABUg/PMfHudpKBqs/s72-c/tom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4325955622078988538</id><published>2008-03-24T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:58.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Easter Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hDdBxeeDI/AAAAAAAABNM/Wf3Cy0ELgmE/s1600-h/DSC03411.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181465537260976178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hDdBxeeDI/AAAAAAAABNM/Wf3Cy0ELgmE/s320/DSC03411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Easter was so much fun. The week started out kinda shaky, Nicci was in the hospital for a little bit because she has been the ultimate definition of &lt;em&gt;SICK.&lt;/em&gt; She had a temp of 105 and was vomiting &amp;amp; coughing pretty uncontrollably. &lt;em&gt;Poor thing&lt;/em&gt;. So we spent the week dealing with an adorable sweet sick child, and trying NOT to get it so we could enjoy Easter! On Saturday morning she was doing lots better so we took her out shopping with us and she had a blast! Then we went to Mom &amp;amp; Dad's house (where we had all the Easter festivities all weekend long) and we colored eggs! This was the first time Seth &amp;amp; i have ever colored eggs together and it was the first Easter in 3 years that we've spent with Jeff! It rocked. The only thing was, half way through coloring eggs Nicci started to spike another fever (i think we wore her out too hard on her first day of recovery); but my wonderful Mom laid down with her and made her all comfy cozy while we finished our eggs. When we went home we put Nicci down and not long after we heard her throwing up in her bed...ALL OVER EVERYTHING. Once again, &lt;em&gt;poor sweet thing. &lt;/em&gt;Needless to say she didn't go to church the next day. :( I stayed home with her and she slept forEVER. It was so good for her. By the time 4:00pm rolled around she had broke her fever and was doing lots better. (The Easter bunny even waited to come until she was feeling better) What a nice bunny. :) So we headed on over to Mom and Dad's for dinner and lots &lt;em&gt;and lots&lt;/em&gt; of fun. Mom had decorated the house so beautifully with loads of Easter Lilies, lambs, and pictures of Christ. It was so special, our house is such a disaster being in the middle of moving, so it was so refreshing to enjoy Easter at Mom &amp;amp; Dad's. The Easter Bunny even found us at their house, once again...smart bunny! When Nicci walked in she saw what the Easter Bunny had brought her, and it was so fun to see her eyes light up and sparkle. We are so blessed with such a special little girl. We had such a special Easter, coloring eggs, discussing church over dinner, laughing, creating memories, reading scriptures about the atonement, and praying as a family...it was so wonderful. Easter is such a special time of year; we are so very grateful for our kind and loving Savior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WARNING: There are A LOT of pictures. They were just SO cute we couldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;choose!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci is playing with my Easter basket i had growing up!&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hHWRxeeEI/AAAAAAAABNU/R8mOvSzZsxw/s1600-h/DSC03340.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181469819343370306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hHWRxeeEI/AAAAAAAABNU/R8mOvSzZsxw/s320/DSC03340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----Coloring Eggs----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hHXRxeeFI/AAAAAAAABNc/-Lm03SHqKz8/s1600-h/DSC03368.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181469836523239506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hHXRxeeFI/AAAAAAAABNc/-Lm03SHqKz8/s320/DSC03368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hHYBxeeHI/AAAAAAAABNs/yJ74UrTNEg0/s1600-h/DSC03354.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181469849408141426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hHYBxeeHI/AAAAAAAABNs/yJ74UrTNEg0/s320/DSC03354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hHYhxeeII/AAAAAAAABN0/yXi3fvWIv2s/s1600-h/DSC03358.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181469857998076034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hHYhxeeII/AAAAAAAABN0/yXi3fvWIv2s/s320/DSC03358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-mqiRxee4I/AAAAAAAABUQ/Cwk0Z7mFmHs/s1600-h/DSC03362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-mqiRxee4I/AAAAAAAABUQ/Cwk0Z7mFmHs/s320/DSC03362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181860352129661826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hJohxeeJI/AAAAAAAABN8/FWCMb05Q1tQ/s1600-h/DSC03366.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181472331899238546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hJohxeeJI/AAAAAAAABN8/FWCMb05Q1tQ/s320/DSC03366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-----And this is -&lt;em&gt;US-&lt;/em&gt; in a nutshell-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hJpRxeeKI/AAAAAAAABOE/c_xE9qVUmM4/s1600-h/DSC03382.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181472344784140450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hJpRxeeKI/AAAAAAAABOE/c_xE9qVUmM4/s320/DSC03382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hJpxxeeLI/AAAAAAAABOM/r7HYm94-F-Q/s1600-h/DSC03388.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181472353374075058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hJpxxeeLI/AAAAAAAABOM/r7HYm94-F-Q/s320/DSC03388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hJqRxeeMI/AAAAAAAABOU/vutyxbltFiU/s1600-h/DSC03383.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181472361964009666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hJqRxeeMI/AAAAAAAABOU/vutyxbltFiU/s320/DSC03383.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-----The Easter Bunny Came-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you think Nicci likes Dora??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hODxxeeNI/AAAAAAAABOc/BPhgH6bgmfU/s1600-h/DSC03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477198097184978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hODxxeeNI/AAAAAAAABOc/BPhgH6bgmfU/s320/DSC03391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the Easter Bunny was aware of Jeff's Penguin obsession. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hOEhxeeOI/AAAAAAAABOk/42r8J-THRao/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477210982086882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hOEhxeeOI/AAAAAAAABOk/42r8J-THRao/s320/DSC03395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hbiRxeecI/AAAAAAAABQU/xFPw5RbXaxo/s1600-h/us4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181492015734356418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hbiRxeecI/AAAAAAAABQU/xFPw5RbXaxo/s320/us4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got a basket too! It was lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hOFxxeeQI/AAAAAAAABO0/UsTP4Nh__4s/s1600-h/DSC03412.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477232456923394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hOFxxeeQI/AAAAAAAABO0/UsTP4Nh__4s/s320/DSC03412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci LOVED her new Radio Flyer wagon! She used to take rides in the hospital after her surgery in these wagons. She LOVED it. She also loves her new Dora nightgown &amp;amp; pillow...can you tell? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hQmhxeeRI/AAAAAAAABO8/ftrfEnn5Gik/s1600-h/DSC03417.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181479994120894738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hQmhxeeRI/AAAAAAAABO8/ftrfEnn5Gik/s320/DSC03417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hQnRxeeSI/AAAAAAAABPE/1LLgYBRqLEE/s1600-h/DSC03421.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181480007005796642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hQnRxeeSI/AAAAAAAABPE/1LLgYBRqLEE/s320/DSC03421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-----Eggs Eggs, &amp;amp; Nicci's &lt;em&gt;first &lt;/em&gt;Easter Egg Hunt-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hWZhxeeXI/AAAAAAAABPs/4HlRD3WPgGA/s1600-h/DSC03455.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181486367852362098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hWZhxeeXI/AAAAAAAABPs/4HlRD3WPgGA/s320/DSC03455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hvzhxeedI/AAAAAAAABQc/ORljbyti8SQ/s1600-h/eggs2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hvzhxeedI/AAAAAAAABQc/ORljbyti8SQ/s320/eggs2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181514302319655378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci &amp;amp; Mom made an egg together...SO CUTE!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181486376442296722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hWaBxeeZI/AAAAAAAABP8/sAiP_o6924I/s320/DSC03453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a contest for the "Best Colored/Most Creative Egg" and Dad was the judge. It's NO surprise that Seth won! He made a "Nicci &amp;amp; Jeff" egg. Most of you know that Nicci has an absolute &lt;em&gt;crush&lt;/em&gt; on Jeff, and always gets so giddy around him. Seth has an amazing artistic ability and he captured them both SO well on &lt;em&gt;eggs &lt;/em&gt;that there was NO hesitation...Seth was the winner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181486389327198626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hWaxxeeaI/AAAAAAAABQE/0OmxZlLDR98/s320/DSC03446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181486393622165938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hWbBxeebI/AAAAAAAABQM/DN8N-Z-XCbQ/s320/DSC03447.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicci is starting her Egg Hunt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181483868181395762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hUIBxeeTI/AAAAAAAABPM/WUdWLhGkiOg/s320/DSC03429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hUIxxeeUI/AAAAAAAABPU/VKpNizedyo0/s1600-h/DSC03418.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181483881066297666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hUIxxeeUI/AAAAAAAABPU/VKpNizedyo0/s320/DSC03418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hUJhxeeVI/AAAAAAAABPc/P6GjPRAfDjg/s1600-h/DSC03430.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181483893951199570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hUJhxeeVI/AAAAAAAABPc/P6GjPRAfDjg/s320/DSC03430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hUKBxeeWI/AAAAAAAABPk/AeSUpQ-cXH4/s1600-h/DSC03419.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181483902541134178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hUKBxeeWI/AAAAAAAABPk/AeSUpQ-cXH4/s320/DSC03419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had such a wonderful Easter. It was so special to spend the weekend with family. We love you Mom, Dad, &amp;amp; Jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-4325955622078988538?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4325955622078988538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4325955622078988538&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4325955622078988538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4325955622078988538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah-easter-time.html' title='Ah, Easter Time...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-hDdBxeeDI/AAAAAAAABNM/Wf3Cy0ELgmE/s72-c/DSC03411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-856266779553082468</id><published>2008-03-18T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:59.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day - UPS Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179202471149579026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-A5NPiyKxI/AAAAAAAABMI/7iIf2GUa2HQ/s320/us1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since Seth &amp;amp; I got all dressed up and went out, and we've forgotten how much fun it is! Last night we took one of Seth's clients (a husband &amp;amp; wife that are both part owners of the company) out to eat at &lt;em&gt;Hugo's Cellar&lt;/em&gt; and it was a fun, but interesting experience. I've never eaten at &lt;em&gt;Hugo's Cellar &lt;/em&gt;and so when we got there, i was a bit surprised. You walk downstairs into the restaurant and it feels like you're eating dinner in a wine cellar. It was interesting. As you walk in they hand all the ladies fresh long stem red roses and you get to put them in a vase while you eat, and then after dinner you get to take it home. (I love roses so i was very excited about this!) Before dinner Seth explained to me that this would probably not be a dinner that i'm used to because it was &lt;em&gt;business, &lt;/em&gt;and so at times it might not feel like a &lt;em&gt;warm &amp;amp; fuzzy&lt;/em&gt; meal. I didn't think anything of it. Well, after 3 very LONG hours of listening to this woman and Seth go over and over what kind of service is expected from UPS and more, i had lost complete feeling in my legs, my neck was throbbing from holding it in a &lt;em&gt;proper &lt;/em&gt;position, and my back was aching &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-Ay4fiyKuI/AAAAAAAABLw/9XmBVoHeXic/s1600-h/us3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179195517597526754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-Ay4fiyKuI/AAAAAAAABLw/9XmBVoHeXic/s320/us3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so bad i was convinced i would never walk again!! However, i just sat there gaining more and more respect for my husband as he handled this lady like a CHAMP! I was shocked at how well he did business with her and how he ultimately made her VERY happy in the end. Seth loves to care for his clients and gives them the best service he can, and last night i could see his love for doing so. I didn't talk all that much unless i was trying to make conversation outside of UPS once in a while, but i did add a little bit of entertainment to lighten the mood a bit! They made our salads right in front of us and asked us what we wanted on it. They asked me if i wanted Anchovies, and i realized i had never tasted one. So i voiced the fact and our waiter gave me a HUGE piece of it to try. I didn't think to cut it up...oh no, instead i put the ENTIRE thing in my mouth. That's right. I did it too fast for anyone to stop me...and then i realized what i had done. I seriously thought i was going to throw up right in front of Seth's big clients. I grabbed my glass of water as everyone was hysterically laughing and i swallowed it...i did it quite graceful actually. lol. It was terrible! But the couple thought it was very funny and very "BRAVE" of me to do. So it all worked out great in the end, i will just never, as long as i live, eat another Anchovy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To sum up the evening- getting all dressed up together was a lot of fun, the couple we took out were pleasantly interesting and i feel like i learned a lot from them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dinner was way too expensive for the quality of food (i'd much rather of been eating my Dad's steak and my Mom's Orange Glazed Beets), i gained a whole new respect for my Seth and his job (he literally &lt;em&gt;rocks&lt;/em&gt; at what he does and seems to love every minute of it), next time we go out for a business dinner i might request we get a &lt;em&gt;booth &lt;/em&gt;rather than hard chairs&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;i loved getting a rose at dinner, and the best part of all- i fell even &lt;em&gt;more in love&lt;/em&gt; with my sweet hard working husband as i took a little glimpse into the world he lives in while i'm at home with our adorable daughter everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was fun. It was different. And i loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179195813950270194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-AzJviyKvI/AAAAAAAABL4/XinQfeuVTRA/s320/b_rose.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy St. Patty's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-856266779553082468?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/856266779553082468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=856266779553082468&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/856266779553082468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/856266779553082468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-pattys-day-ups-style.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day - UPS Style'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R-A5NPiyKxI/AAAAAAAABMI/7iIf2GUa2HQ/s72-c/us1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-5715894900305928776</id><published>2008-03-14T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:47:00.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEW Addition To Our Little Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since we've been married we've been a one car family. It has always worked out great, but then with Seth's new job and his schooling...&lt;em&gt;he always has it&lt;/em&gt;. There's been times Nicci and I are just at home doing nothing when we could be out getting SO much accomplished...but we have no car! My mom has gotten a car seat in her car for Nicci and has been such an angel with taking us to the store, the Dr.s, the bank, and just running us to her house or wherever when we need to get out. But now we live 30 min away from Mom... :( and the whole &lt;em&gt;no car&lt;/em&gt; thing wasn't going to fly! Soooo, my adorable sweet husband brought up the fact that he wanted to get me a car so that i could run my errands and go see my mom whenever i wanted to!! So for the past couple weeks we've been looking at cars. Ok, so... anyone that knows me knows that i'm absolutely obsessed with Jeeps. I grew up with Jeeps and i think they are the most amazing SUVs. We laugh all the time about when &lt;em&gt;'Brandi will get her Jeep'&lt;/em&gt; ... and the other night Seth said to me out of the blue, "Why don't we get you your Jeep??" At first i thought he was kidding! And then when i realized he was serious i embraced the idea and didn't argue with the adorable man! So, obviously, we started looking at Jeeps, and last night...ladies and gentleman....we found one!!! We found a beautiful Jeep Grand Cherokee Limited! Can i just say how very much i &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; my husband. Looking at cars has never been so much fun. He made this experience so special for me AND he even special ordered my favorite Las Vegas licence plate personalized to say "4MYGL" !! I was so excited last night i could hardly sleep. He was &lt;em&gt;so cute&lt;/em&gt; this morning; he was so excited about our new Jeep he took it to work today! We are SO excited to finally have a second car! I am no longer stranded at home making lists all day, i can actually go out and accomplish my lists!! When we bought our new home i kept asking my mom, "You're going to come visit me right??" And she'd respond, "Well yes Brandi, but not everyday honey!" So now i can go see HER as much as i'd LIKE!!! &lt;em&gt;Mu-hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;! (Be prepared mom... :) Here are some pictures of our beautiful second car...the Jeep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seth had me sign as the "Buyer" and he signed as "Co-buyer"...it was so fun!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9tBFPiyKrI/AAAAAAAABLQ/h3mKSwYyM_g/s1600-h/DSC03295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177803754920094386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9tBFPiyKrI/AAAAAAAABLQ/h3mKSwYyM_g/s320/DSC03295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177793038976690818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s3VfiyKoI/AAAAAAAABK4/1FUaFpZ0NN8/s320/DSC03311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s22fiyKiI/AAAAAAAABKI/lSoW5n9J-9M/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177792506400746018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s22fiyKiI/AAAAAAAABKI/lSoW5n9J-9M/s320/DSC03313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s23PiyKjI/AAAAAAAABKQ/TDqsPlToCBM/s1600-h/DSC03312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177792519285647922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s23PiyKjI/AAAAAAAABKQ/TDqsPlToCBM/s320/DSC03312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to my mom on the phone telling her the exciting news! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s9KfiyKpI/AAAAAAAABLA/1PRIleivyx0/s1600-h/DSC03297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177799447067896466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s9KfiyKpI/AAAAAAAABLA/1PRIleivyx0/s320/DSC03297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;I have the sweetest husband in the entire world! (but hey, i'm a little bias :)&lt;br /&gt;The jeep even has Navigation and a DVD player so Nics can watch 'Dora' when we go for rides!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s-tviyKqI/AAAAAAAABLI/PVLSmQiSegs/s1600-h/DSC03308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177801152169912994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s-tviyKqI/AAAAAAAABLI/PVLSmQiSegs/s320/DSC03308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;The most important part...Nicci approves!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177792553645386338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9s25PiyKmI/AAAAAAAABKo/pF2eAE3ZB_k/s320/DSC03307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-5715894900305928776?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5715894900305928776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=5715894900305928776&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5715894900305928776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5715894900305928776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-addition-to-our-little-family.html' title='The NEW Addition To Our Little Family!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9tBFPiyKrI/AAAAAAAABLQ/h3mKSwYyM_g/s72-c/DSC03295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-5045860084106177672</id><published>2008-03-11T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:41:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day We Knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were so busy painting our house yesterday i didn't have five seconds to sit down at the computer and quickly write about the significance of the day 3 years ago (March 10, 2005). We are painting our house still...as we speak...but Seth gave me a 10 min blogging break! :) Yesterday (March 10) it had been 3 years since Seth and i had been together. It was really fun to sit and remember that amazing day and look at everything we have been through together since then. If someone would have told us that 3 years from then we would have the most amazing little girl and be painting our &lt;em&gt;very own home&lt;/em&gt;, i think we would have passed out! Here is how that amazing day, 3 years ago, unfolded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was going to school at UNLV and had a couple hours break in between classes, so i went to the Institute to play some ping pong. While playing a very fun round of 'Around the World' i pulled a muscle in my back; i could hardly breathe, it hurt so bad! I went into one of the offices and laid down on the couch hoping to feel better for my next class. Well, I didn't feel any better when class time rolled around so i called my mom and talked to her for a while and told her about my back.... (ok a little bit of background is needed for me to continue with the story... 29 days previous Seth had returned home from his mission. We had seen each other occasionally at the Institute because his Dad worked there, but we hadn't really spoken since &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; his mission. (We have a complicated past...) We talked a little bit about his mission, but that's about it. There was this awkward tension and yet neither one of us could keep from smiling when we'd see each other! :) ... As i sat there talking to my mom, the office door was open and Seth walked in! All of a sudden all the words in my head went kind of fuzzy. Seth asked me if i was ok, and we talked for a minute. Then when he got up to leave he turned to me and asked, "Can i talk to you?" Right then i remembered i was suppose to babysit for one of my friends, and she was bringing the child to the Institute because of my back. I told him as soon as i was through babysitting we could talk. I mustered up all the strength i had and stood up to go find my friend. All the while i was watching this little girl (in a laying down position, lol) Seth never left the room. :) After a couple hours one of my guy friends came in the room and we kinda started flirting for a bit and he asked me to go to dinner with him that night. (i know, i was a complete brat!!) I told him 'yes' and as i continued flirting I saw Seth walk out the door. I literally&lt;em&gt; hobbled&lt;/em&gt; after him. When i finally caught up to him he was a little upset, but tried to hide it. (it was so cute) I convinced him that there's no place i'd rather be than right there talking to him. SO we walked outside and i found a comfortable position on the ground and we talked. We talked for hours about literally &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. It was amazing. Before we realized it, we were holding hands and laughing as if we had been together forever. After about 10 long hugs goodbye he asked me if he could take me home (i was in no condition to drive! My back was killing me) so i said yes. When we got to my house he walked me up to the door and i went to say goodbye and he said, "I want to go in and see your mom, i haven't seen her in forever!" I just about passed out...(My mom always just adored Seth, and i was sure the excitement of seeing him would just about kill her...) SO i unlocked the door and went inside and my little brother was watching TV. He just about died when he saw Seth. He jumped up and they immediately started talking away! I went to find my mom and she was laying down. I went in her room and she asked me how i was feeling and everything, and then i told her..."Seth Rasmussen is here..." I have NEVER seen my mom jump up so fast! We immediately started laughing and giggling like little school girls as i tried to give her every detail of the day as fast as i could! We finally went back out into the family room and Seth and my mom got all caught up. Afterwards Seth said that he was going to hang out with a bunch of his friends and he wanted me to go with him. I had a date with someone else though. What was i going to do? Well duh! I called and canceled my date...(there's a lot more to the story but i won't bore you with details)...and my mom pumped me full of Ibuprofen for my back, and away we went. It was such a fun night, i don't think it could have gone any more amazing. The whole night we invented hundreds of ways to hold hands secretly but by the end of the night it was no secret...we were in love. :) March 10 will always be special to us...it was such a random day filled with so many emotions, and yet it was the day we both knew that together is where we wanted to be, forever. The month of March 2005 holds some of our favorite memories...maybe i'll share a few in the next couple of weeks! :) Now...back to painting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-5045860084106177672?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5045860084106177672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=5045860084106177672&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5045860084106177672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/5045860084106177672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-we-knew.html' title='The Day We Knew...'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4164666642825216110</id><published>2008-03-07T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:47:03.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret is Finally Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HQzPiyKRI/AAAAAAAABIA/gLlUJvm_mGo/s1600-h/us+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175147025589741842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HQzPiyKRI/AAAAAAAABIA/gLlUJvm_mGo/s320/us+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As of last night at 4:00pm we are officially home owners!! For the past many painful months we have been house hunting...looking at house after house after house. It was getting very tiring and very depressing. We received automatic emails everytime a new house went on the market in the areas we had specified and it felt like we had looked at hundreds. We had specific things we wanted, like at least 4 bedrooms for example, and everything we looked at just wasn't at all what we were looking for. Then one day we decided to go back to the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; house we had originally looked at and we decided we really liked it. So we made an offer. During the very long "making an offer" process we both squirmed and felt a little uneasy. Later that night we prayed harder than ever before that if this house wasn't where we were suppose to be to please put something in our way. After we were through praying i got up to check my email one last time before shutting my computer down for the night. As i sat down and looked at the screen i &lt;em&gt;watched &lt;/em&gt;as 1 new email popped up in my inbox. It was a house. I clicked on it to delete it because we had JUST made an offer on a house, why would i look at more...when something told me just to look at it. So i opened it up and it was located in Anthem. (For those of you familiar with Las Vegas you know how far south Anthem is) We ruled out Anthem when we first started looking at houses because it was too far away from my parents, but something about this house grabbed my attention. I told Seth to come over to the computer and both our jaws dropped open as we took a virtual tour of the place. It had a beautiful brick driveway and pretty rock on parts of the house, it was built only &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; year ago, it had 4 bedrooms, 2500 sq ft, the kitchen was JUST what we were looking for-dark granite with all stainless steel appliances, and right off the master bedroom was a huge balcony the entire length of the house... with a strip view! And those were just &lt;em&gt;a couple&lt;/em&gt; of the perks! We were in &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;. Seth immediately printed out directions to the house and we jumped in the car and started driving. It really wasn't that far! It was only a 25 minute drive and when we pulled into the driveway we both sat there for no longer than 30 seconds before we were scrambling for the phone to call our realtor. The very next morning we went to see the house. We started out walking through it and before we realized it we were running around and shouting out all the things we loved! We knew it. This was where we wanted to be. So we withdrew the offer on the previous house and immediately drew up an offer on this one. Now, it was a foreclosure (of COURSE) and so we were working with a bank, so we didn't think we would hear back on our offer for at least a couple weeks. AND since we made the offer on the &lt;em&gt;first day&lt;/em&gt; it listed we were really nervous this was just going to be a big painful flop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth was really swamped at work so he hardly had 2 min. to worry about the house...but me on the other hand, i had plenty of time to go through all of the emotions. The minute our offer was submitted i hit my knees. I prayed and talked to my Father in Heaven like never before. I told Him how i was nervous and scared, but how at the same time the house felt so right. Every spare moment i had that i wasn't with Nics i would pray...and it was kind of interesting...i wasn't praying FOR the house...i was praying for us to be guided and to be where we were supposed to be. It was such an amazing experience, i still had all the anxiety and fears &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; i was at peace. Well, Monday morning came and you'll NEVER guess what we found out. Our realtor called and told us the bank called him! It had only been barely 2 business days! Anyway, the bank told him they had 3 &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;offers besides ours...&lt;em&gt;BUT &lt;/em&gt;they had taken them off the table and ours was the only one left! They needed another 24 hours to think about it but they just wanted to let us know where they were at. We were STUNNED! The house had ONLY been on the market for ONE day and there were FOUR offers submitted!! We then started realizing what a &lt;em&gt;steal of a deal&lt;/em&gt; we'd be getting if they accepted our offer. Before us, this house was bought for $536,000! &lt;em&gt;(WHOA!!)&lt;/em&gt; Now because of the foreclosures it was going for significantly lower!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...two days later i was sitting at home with Nics and the phone rang. It was the realtor. I just stared at my ringing phone knowing that the decision had been made...my stomach was tight and my heart was racing. When i said 'hello' our realtor asked me how i was. I thought for sure he was trying to cushion me for a sad blow....but then he said, "Brandi, they accepted your offer!" I started bawling instantly and felt such a warm comfort feeling flood over me. I knew we were led to this house. It was a painfully emotional process but Heavenly Father was with us the whole way, He was so aware of &lt;em&gt;US.&lt;/em&gt; It was such a beautiful moment. As soon as i hung up the phone the first thing i did was grab Nics and we had a prayer. We thanked our Father in Heaven for being there for us, and for helping us through this important time in our lives. It was so special. As soon as we were finished i immediately started calling Seth but he was in class! I left him a message to call me asap. When he finally called me back we couldn't contain our excitement, it was such an amazing moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been blessed so very much and we feel so inadequate and undeserving of all the love and guidance we have felt from our Savior. Blessings are being &lt;em&gt;poured &lt;/em&gt;down from the heavens in every aspect of our lives right now...we are so full of gratitude and love for our dear Savior and Father...it's so overwhelming. The last couple months have been so hard in so many ways, but we have learned that as we include our Father in Heaven and literally MAKE Him a part of our lives that even when it's hard, He will carry us through it all and shower us with blessings as we endure to the end. This is such an exciting time in our lives! Last night we went out and celebrated, then we went up to &lt;em&gt;OUR new home&lt;/em&gt; (hehe...i like saying that...hehe) and took a couple of fun pictures. We couldn't get a picture of the outside because it was dark, but more pictures will be coming soon! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're signing for our FIRST home!! (we got to keep the pens! hehe.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175147429316667682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HRKviyKSI/AAAAAAAABII/egphSZT0Smo/s320/Signing+for+our+first+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are celebrating at the Cheesecake Factory! Seth made the cute little 'Cheesecake display' with our keys...he's adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HccPiyKeI/AAAAAAAABJo/RnNgMM-BXuk/s1600-h/DSC03256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175159824592284130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HccPiyKeI/AAAAAAAABJo/RnNgMM-BXuk/s200/DSC03256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HcdPiyKfI/AAAAAAAABJw/OgjVFXHUdl8/s1600-h/DSC03266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175159841772153330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HcdPiyKfI/AAAAAAAABJw/OgjVFXHUdl8/s200/DSC03266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9ynYfiyKsI/AAAAAAAABLg/6LTnWaoJGnY/s1600-h/DSC03263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178197710795320002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9ynYfiyKsI/AAAAAAAABLg/6LTnWaoJGnY/s320/DSC03263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're walking into &lt;em&gt;"our home"&lt;/em&gt; for the first time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175149027044501810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HSnviyKTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/12278zxH1mo/s320/DSC03268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HSoPiyKUI/AAAAAAAABIY/KkLnAqNDFto/s1600-h/DSC03215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175149035634436418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HSoPiyKUI/AAAAAAAABIY/KkLnAqNDFto/s320/DSC03215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Love-Love the kitchen!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175149044224371026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HSoviyKVI/AAAAAAAABIg/44UfvNCe2Ls/s320/DSC03216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicci LOVES the new place...especially the stairs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HVDPiyKWI/AAAAAAAABIo/p8KnmGF3rZ4/s1600-h/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175151698514159970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HVDPiyKWI/AAAAAAAABIo/p8KnmGF3rZ4/s200/DSC03222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HVDviyKXI/AAAAAAAABIw/lHO7MkdfGsE/s1600-h/DSC03221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175151707104094578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HVDviyKXI/AAAAAAAABIw/lHO7MkdfGsE/s200/DSC03221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HVrviyKYI/AAAAAAAABI4/_qC7Kz6iwro/s1600-h/DSC03217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175152394298861954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HVrviyKYI/AAAAAAAABI4/_qC7Kz6iwro/s320/DSC03217.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE our bathtub...yep LOVE it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175154339919047058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HXc_iyKZI/AAAAAAAABJA/aZfzuMvOe9w/s320/DSC03232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yes...i'm dancing in our new tub!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175154357098916258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HXd_iyKaI/AAAAAAAABJI/R2eBqKVaG6M/s320/DSC03230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HYjPiyKbI/AAAAAAAABJQ/pSR2hoWiCo0/s1600-h/DSC03282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175155546804857266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HYjPiyKbI/AAAAAAAABJQ/pSR2hoWiCo0/s320/DSC03282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth parked our car in the garage for the FIRST time!! And now he is placing our FIRST item in our garage! ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Our little gas can!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175156311309035970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HZPviyKcI/AAAAAAAABJY/ERkRiToXjqI/s320/DSC03283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have a garage!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175157170302495186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HaBviyKdI/AAAAAAAABJg/QQ3WyLBe_TU/s320/DSC03286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now all the fun begins...painting, packing, cleaning, moving...AH!! Home Depot here we come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-4164666642825216110?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4164666642825216110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=4164666642825216110&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4164666642825216110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/4164666642825216110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/03/secret-is-finally-out.html' title='The Secret is Finally Out!'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R9HQzPiyKRI/AAAAAAAABIA/gLlUJvm_mGo/s72-c/us+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-8670138060482999803</id><published>2008-03-03T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:47:04.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tidbits About Me - Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to my dear friend Tave i was tagged to do this survey about myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R8zurZ296PI/AAAAAAAABH0/nrZ4nQrj-NA/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173772501385079026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R8zurZ296PI/AAAAAAAABH0/nrZ4nQrj-NA/s200/DSC01915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT WAS I DOING 5 YEARS AGO?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was going to school at UNLV, dating a great guy, living at home while spending time with my family, and watching my sweet hubby leave for Brazil to serve a mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SNACKS I LOVE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I absolutely love Chocolate Teddy Grahams, Sun Chips, dry Corn Chex, Melba Toast, and brownie mix :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my dear husband more than anyone or anything in this entire world. I love my sweet amazing little girl, she's my little buddy. I love my mom and my dad with all my heart and could not survive without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 THINGS ON MY TO DO LIST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt;: Learn to love those that have hurt me desperately. &lt;em&gt;Second&lt;/em&gt;: Forgiving and forgetting. &lt;em&gt;Third:&lt;/em&gt; Lay down with my sweetheart and watch a movie until we fall asleep. &lt;em&gt;Fourth&lt;/em&gt;: Wake up and shower. &lt;em&gt;Fifth: &lt;/em&gt;Laundry and a &lt;em&gt;bunch &lt;/em&gt;of errands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A BILLIONAIRE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'd put Nicci in the best school around, pay for all our children's college (with the stipulation that they get &lt;em&gt;ALL A's&lt;/em&gt;), give a large donation to Primary Children's hospital, buy a beautiful home with a full ocean view, and i would&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; to surprise Seth with the Ferrari of his dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 BAD HABBITS I HAVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I trust too easily, i pick my lip until there's nothing left, i stay up really late, i'm really hard on myself, and i love to drive too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 PLACES I HAVE LIVED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, i've only ever lived in Las Vegas (my entire life) and Provo (only for 1 year). So as far as places&lt;em&gt; inside&lt;/em&gt; of those cities...i've lived at my home, the Elms apts, Toscana apts. (wow, that was an experience!), Malibu Pointe Condos, and &lt;em&gt;soon to live &lt;/em&gt;in Anthem. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 JOBS IVE HAD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've worked at Baja Fresh, i was a Pharmacy Tech for 2 years (At Savon &amp;amp; Rite Aid), i was a Preschool teacher at the private school 'Challenger', i work for the 4 and 5 star hotels as a nanny, and my favorite job in the entire world is being a 'MoM' :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 THINGS PEOPLE MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate to capitalize the letter "i", i would love to write a book someday, i have webbed toes, i've been arrested (i'm telling you, i really put my poor parents through it when i was in high school), when i was 17 i completed BOTH Young Women programs and received my medallion while my mom was President (that's one of my most treasured memories), and last but &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;least ... i'm so baby hungry i could &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&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/278330726849754649-8670138060482999803?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8670138060482999803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=8670138060482999803&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8670138060482999803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/8670138060482999803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-tidbits-about-me-tag.html' title='Random Tidbits About Me - Tag'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R8zurZ296PI/AAAAAAAABH0/nrZ4nQrj-NA/s72-c/DSC01915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-412237076564415171</id><published>2008-02-21T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:47:05.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Always Know Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R75RbSMSa5I/AAAAAAAABHE/BA-udIzuGOM/s1600-h/Brandi%27s+Life+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169658951449602962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R75RbSMSa5I/AAAAAAAABHE/BA-udIzuGOM/s200/Brandi%27s+Life+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think being a Mom is by far the most beautiful calling in the entire world. There is absolutely &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; like being a mom. I just don't quite have it down so well yet though. I look at the way my mom handles Nicci and i shake my head in amazement at how natural and wonderful she is with her. It's &lt;em&gt;SO NOT &lt;/em&gt;as easy at she makes it looks. When Nicci was 3 months old we taught her sign language (the basics...&lt;em&gt;please, thank you, more, milk&lt;/em&gt;...and so on) and so lately when she wants &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;of something she signs &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;BUT accompanies it with a &lt;em&gt;very annoying head splitting WHINE! &lt;/em&gt;It drives me absolutely INSANE. It got to the point a couple weeks ago that i had to just walk away before i just lost it. I know you're probably thinking, "Wow Brandi, kids whine, get over it." BUT you DON'T understand...this whine could send you into the next lifetime! Well, we were at my parents house a while back and Nicci did her usual marathon of whining and i witnessed the most incredible thing. My mom simply turned to Nicci and said in a soft sweet tone, "Nicci, we don't whine, we &lt;em&gt;smile. &lt;/em&gt;If you want another cracker just &lt;em&gt;smile &lt;/em&gt;and i'll give it to you." As i watched Nicci's face...she just thought about it and then walked off. My mom just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Brandi just be patient, she'll understand if you remind her to &lt;em&gt;smile &lt;/em&gt;and not whine, you'll see, she'll stop whining, just give it time." I laughed at her and told her she was absolutely nuts and had no idea what she was talking about. Not long after that i heard Nicci in the kitchen with Seth and she was signing '&lt;em&gt;more' &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;whining!!&lt;/em&gt; So i turned to my mom and said, "SEE!! She'll NEVER stop!!!" And out of frustration i said, "Nicci! STOP whining!" Nicci looked at me, ran past me to my mom...grabbed my mom's hand...and, you'll &lt;em&gt;never guess&lt;/em&gt; what she did next. She &lt;em&gt;SMILED&lt;/em&gt; and said MORE...&lt;em&gt;not only MORE, BUT she said PLEASE TOO!!&lt;/em&gt; I about swallowed my tongue. Seth and my mom just laughed while i sat there dumbfounded. At that point i was ready to give my sweet daughter to my mom to raise! I was so confused as to why she was so defiant against me, but all my mom had to do was &lt;em&gt;ask&lt;/em&gt; her to smile instead of whine and by darn she did it! So later on that evening i asked my mom to teach me her tricks. My mom answered me with the most amazing and loving council. She told me this, "Brandi, if you get down on her level and ask her in a soft loving tone to please stop whining and to &lt;em&gt;smile &lt;/em&gt;if she wants a cracker...or whatever it may be, she will eventually do it without being defiant. She is a little child, and little children are not always obedient, but treating them with patience, a soft tone, and love will highly decrease their defiance." I thought about it for a while and tried it with Nicci later on that night, and sure enough, it didn't work. :( She'd even obey Seth...but not me. I hit the hugest reality check at that moment. I needed to stop being so sharp with her and &lt;em&gt;ask &lt;/em&gt;her in &lt;em&gt;a loving &lt;/em&gt;way to obey mommy. My mom and Seth both told me it would take time, and to be both patient with &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;. So through LOTS of prayer and an entire month of working on my mom's council, low and behold...my daughter finally understands me!! The other day we went through our normal routine of her wanting &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;whining &lt;/em&gt;and it was surprisingly an INSTINCT for me to say softly, "Nicci honey, that's not how you ask mommy." Then a couple seconds later i felt a tug on the back of my shirt, and standing there was my sweet daughter, with a &lt;em&gt;HUGE SMILE&lt;/em&gt; on her face, signing &lt;em&gt;'more', &lt;/em&gt;AND even saying, "Peeese?!" I melted into a puddle of tears and i hugged her for as long as she'd let me! I gave her cracker after cracker as she just continued smiling at me! For at least a week now she has NOT whined at all...instead she says, "&lt;em&gt;Mommy, Mommy, Mommy&lt;/em&gt;..." until she gets my attention and then she smiles the &lt;em&gt;biggest &lt;/em&gt;smile she can, while signing for more crackers, water, chips...or whatever it may be! It was one of the most beautiful experiences i've had while being a mother. I took something i needed to change about &lt;em&gt;myself &lt;/em&gt;and i saw the amazing effect it had on my little Nicci. Mother's have such an influence on their children and for the first time i actually &lt;em&gt;saw &lt;/em&gt;the positive&lt;em&gt; effect&lt;/em&gt; that&lt;em&gt; i had on my daughter.&lt;/em&gt; It was such a special experience. Mothers truly know best, and i feel so &lt;em&gt;very blessed&lt;/em&gt; to have such a &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; mom that can help me so much in such a loving way with all of my faults and&lt;em&gt; help me&lt;/em&gt; become a better mom. Gosh, i love my mom so much. I hope i'm &lt;em&gt;half &lt;/em&gt;as amazing as she is when all my children are grown! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R75Q2iMSa4I/AAAAAAAABG8/BMUx3yaKUbw/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169658320089410434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R75Q2iMSa4I/AAAAAAAABG8/BMUx3yaKUbw/s320/DSC02147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R75O3CMSa3I/AAAAAAAABG0/buD9lR0cTsg/s1600-h/DSC02449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169656129656089458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R75O3CMSa3I/AAAAAAAABG0/buD9lR0cTsg/s320/DSC02449.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank you Mom for teaching me through so much love how to be a great mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278330726849754649-412237076564415171?l=thedynamictrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/feeds/412237076564415171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=278330726849754649&amp;postID=412237076564415171&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/412237076564415171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278330726849754649/posts/default/412237076564415171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/02/mothers-always-know-best.html' title='Mothers Always Know Best'/><author><name>Brandi Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448</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/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R75RbSMSa5I/AAAAAAAABHE/BA-udIzuGOM/s72-c/Brandi%27s+Life+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-4851338328496418111</id><published>2008-02-12T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:47:07.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"1 Year" Since Nicci's Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7IOiiMSacI/AAAAAAAABDI/OJN7_e5TQbk/s1600-h/IMG_3557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166207709004065218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7IOiiMSacI/AAAAAAAABDI/OJN7_e5TQbk/s320/IMG_3557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One year ago...right now...we were sitting in the waiting room at Primary Children's Hospital while our dear Nicci had surgery on her skull. Most of you know this...but for those of you who don't we'll give you a quick synopsis:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Nicci was born she had Craniosynostosis, specifically Metopic Synostosis. We took her to Dr.s here in Vegas because we knew something was wrong because her head was shaped like a football, but after tests and CT Scans they simply diagnosed her wrong and said she was fine, and sent us on our way. So we ignored the Dr.s and took her to Primary Children's Hospital in SLC to see the Dr.s there. Sure enough she had what we thought, Metopic Synostosis and if we would have waited another year she would have been blind and suffered forms of brain damage. After seeing the CT scans (the previous Dr.'s had taken) they performed immediate surgery. It was the scariest thing we had ever been through. We can't believe that one year ago we were sitting in the waiting room at Primary Children's Hospital with my parents for 7 &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; hours...&lt;em&gt;waiting&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;and waiting&lt;/em&gt;...for our dear daughter to be out of surgery. When i gave Nicci a hug this morning my legs went completely weak as i remembered handing her over to the Anesthesiologist and watching her scream as she said, "Mama!" for the &lt;em&gt;FIRST&lt;/em&gt; time. As the Dr. walked through the big white doors with Nicci, i slid down the wall in tears as Seth held me in his arms while we cried together. I remember thinking i'd never see my daughter again. We went back to the waiting room where Mom &amp;amp; Dad were waiting for us. We spent the next 7 hours waiting for phone calls from the operating room and Seth played some weird Donkey Kong Nintendo game they had set up to pass the time. Mom and Dad offered words of comfort and kept us thinking the best for all 7 hours; i don't know what we would have done without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....and then finally....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In walked Nicci's Dr! He told us she was in the PICU and that we could go back and see her in 30 min. I felt like jello...my brain was flooded with so much emotion. She was ok...Heavenly Father had watched over our little angel and she was &lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt;! During surgery they cut her from ear to ear and reconstructed the entire front of her skull and then reconstructed her eye sockets AND her eyebrow ridges. She had 9 IV's in her little body, 4 blood transfusions, and was in the intensive care unit for a week. It took a while for her to recover but she is looking SO good 1 year later! My parents were with us every step of the way, from Dr.s appts, to surgery, and all through recovery, they were there loving, supporting, and helping to build our little family into an indestructible unit! We learned and grew so much closer during this difficult and frightening time. Nicci has since had surgery on her eyes and is recovering very well from that as well. She will only have 1 more surgery in two years and then she should be done! If the Dr.s would have caught her condition when she 3 months old it would have been &lt;em&gt;such an easy&lt;/em&gt; procedure with minimal scaring and &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt; follow up surgeries. (&lt;em&gt;Darn the dumb dr.s here...grrr&lt;/em&gt;) But she is &lt;em&gt;AMAZING&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;SUCH a strong&lt;/em&gt; little girl, even when her eyes were swollen shut she would point in the direction of laughter or talking, and jabber along with everyone doing the same. We all learned first hand that '&lt;em&gt;what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger'!&lt;/em&gt; Nicci is such a perfect example to us. We are so very blessed to have such a remarkable little girl, but we are even &lt;em&gt;more blessed&lt;/em&gt; to have such a &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; Father in Heaven who is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; there for us...&lt;em&gt;no matter what&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7IrBCMSanI/AAAAAAAABEg/mUnKvEhHXvA/s1600-h/IMG_3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166239019315653234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7IrBCMSanI/AAAAAAAABEg/mUnKvEhHXvA/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JC-SMSauI/AAAAAAAABFY/V0duFi4ZvrQ/s1600-h/IMG_3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166265360350079714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JC-SMSauI/AAAAAAAABFY/V0duFi4ZvrQ/s200/IMG_3591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JC-yMSavI/AAAAAAAABFg/wI5ij2IBfO0/s1600-h/IMG_3605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166265368940014322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JC-yMSavI/AAAAAAAABFg/wI5ij2IBfO0/s200/IMG_3605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JDxyMSawI/AAAAAAAABFo/-V4t6ImfjJ8/s1600-h/IMG_3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166266245113342722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JDxyMSawI/AAAAAAAABFo/-V4t6ImfjJ8/s320/IMG_3558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----After a couple of days they finally took off her bandages-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7IQ0CMSagI/AAAAAAAABDo/dXd5aIawvT4/s1600-h/IMG_3701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166210208675031554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7IQ0CMSagI/AAAAAAAABDo/dXd5aIawvT4/s320/IMG_3701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JF1iMSaxI/AAAAAAAABFw/_hVf5yKX7LM/s1600-h/IMG_3807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166268508561107730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JF1iMSaxI/AAAAAAAABFw/_hVf5yKX7LM/s200/IMG_3807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JF2CMSayI/AAAAAAAABF4/C8YvkDN9E9g/s1600-h/IMG_3879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166268517151042338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7JF2CMSayI/AAAAAAAABF4/C8YvkDN9E9g/s200/IMG_3879.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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----Here are the slideshows of her surgery----&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-94.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188079615892&amp;amp;site=widget-94.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188079730587&amp;amp;site=widget-9b.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt; pictures of her head&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7IzfSMSaoI/AAAAAAAABEo/m7_QH4EcyzU/s1600-h/IMG_3545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166248335099718274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7IzfSMSaoI/AAAAAAAABEo/m7_QH4EcyzU/s200/IMG_3545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/R7IzfyMSapI/AAAAA
