<?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-8537047956890112119</id><updated>2012-01-27T12:16:23.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woods Bunch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1219044099265862084</id><published>2010-12-30T08:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:46:15.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn Update</title><content type='html'>On the 23rd we took Kamryn for her yearly visit with her specialist.  There is really no change, one side was still at a 2 and the other went barely to a 1--not significant.  When we started this process 3 years ago there were three options, take medicine and see if she outgrows, out-patient surgery and then surgery.  We talked about it then and decided we would give the medicine a couple of years and see if she outgrows, well it has been 3 so we are moving to option 2.

We are going to call the doctor to get it set up to do the diffusion (I believe that is what it is called), this is the out patient surgery.  They are going to insert a gel that will move the tube from her kidneys to her bladder to an angle like it is supposed to.  Once she has the surgery she will only have to take medicine for one more month and then no more taking medicine every night.  Also, she will need to do yearly ultrasounds but no more VCUG's unless she gets another UTI.  The VCUG is that horrible procedure she has to go through with the catheter--this is what I am looking forward to.  We don't have a date set up yet, but wanted to give a quick update on what we are doing next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-1219044099265862084?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1219044099265862084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1219044099265862084' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1219044099265862084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1219044099265862084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/12/kamryn-update.html' title='Kamryn Update'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-7642457758952080239</id><published>2010-12-23T19:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T20:32:07.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, all the shopping is done, most of the baking and I will get to the little decorating later--so I can post some of the pictures. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start with my seat on the long flight, or actually my "pod".  If you are ever going to travel for a long distance and you have a chance to fly Singapore Airlines Business class--do it, only way to fly.  Below are the pictures of our seats, we basically had our own little area to ourselves and the back of the seat would pull down and then you had a flat bed to sit on--they even turn off all the cabin lights for the "lights out" period.  After they feed you like a 4 course meal.  I also had lots of movies, shows and music to choose from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRQAqsRi8II/AAAAAAAAA1A/I__t9wf0umQ/s1600/DSC02587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554064973893922946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRQAqsRi8II/AAAAAAAAA1A/I__t9wf0umQ/s400/DSC02587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRQAq0q-lwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/zWF4zooBqwc/s1600/DSC02589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554064976148076290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRQAq0q-lwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/zWF4zooBqwc/s400/DSC02589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the hotel they had this big train presentation set up.  It was really nice, we were sort of surprised about all the Christmas decorations and festivities we saw over there.  There were 3 train tracks that went around the gingerbread village--I would just watch it sometimes when I was waiting for my co-workers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRQArAe3MXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Uji8uk82XyI/s1600/DSC02404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554064979318485362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRQArAe3MXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Uji8uk82XyI/s400/DSC02404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a view from the hotel, some of the days were overcast.  Overall the temperature wasn't too bad, it was not quite as warm as Houston in the summer, but believe it or not--more humid.  There was only one day there that we had a lot of rain, otherwise dry just overcast--we were working overnights too, so we mainly just saw the evenings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRQArczCR5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OKhXZRCJg24/s1600/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554064986919290770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRQArczCR5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OKhXZRCJg24/s400/DSC02411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;
One of the girls that traveled with us is from Iran and had explained to us the "squatting" toilets, but until you see one--won't know what to expect.  Below is one of the squatters, not really what I thought it would look like.  You actually stand on it and go to the bathroom, it is safe to say--this is the closest I came to it, never got brave enough to try using it.  They also use the hose on the right to clean off when done instead of using toilet paper.  Just a different way of doing things I suppose.  We learned when we were out in public, the first few stalls were the toilets we are used t0, the last few were the squatters--we learned to avoid.  The picture below is of one of the squatters at the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRP9rU7BSaI/AAAAAAAAA04/a8YQVy4DJF4/s1600/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554061686270413218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRP9rU7BSaI/AAAAAAAAA04/a8YQVy4DJF4/s400/DSC02508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; One one our days "exploring" the city we went to China Town and Central Market--this is where you can bargain and good deals, realized we weren't not much of hagglers.  We did find this new fish therapy.  For 5RM (which is roughly $1.50) you can have these fish eat the dead skin off your feet for 10 minutes--we decided what the heck.  Well we realized why so cheap, takes 8 minutes to actually get our feet in the water.  Felt really weird and we did a lot of giggling, it really tickled.  Below is me and one of my co-workers (Nooshin) that was traveling--we both did the "treatment".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nooshin and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRP9rHpF4aI/AAAAAAAAA0w/_O4Jb0__kMs/s1600/DSC02501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554061682705555874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRP9rHpF4aI/AAAAAAAAA0w/_O4Jb0__kMs/s400/DSC02501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Our feet in the water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRP9q8TShFI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mKsQLuW5iAA/s1600/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554061679661319250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRP9q8TShFI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mKsQLuW5iAA/s400/DSC02499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;
Downtown there are these 2 towers, they are called the Petronas Towers and at one point in time they were the largest buildings in the world, now they are like the 4th largest.  There is a bridge between the two towers to walk across, we never got a chance to do that.  At the bottom of the towers is one of the malls in town.  One thing we learned while there is they like to shop.  I think there were shopping malls everywhere.  We went to like 4 and we found out there there were more.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Below is a picture of the towers with the mall at the bottom.  We had to go out of the mall across the park and to a bridge to try and get a picture of the whole towers.  They were massive and we were told beautiful at night, but didn't get a chance to go down there at night, maybe next time.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRP9qgjP1kI/AAAAAAAAA0g/YwPErFkd0c8/s1600/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554061672212059714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRP9qgjP1kI/AAAAAAAAA0g/YwPErFkd0c8/s400/DSC02462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The trip was very nice and I would go back again--it was such an experience and even though I missed my family incredibly--I would never change the fact that I had this experience.  The only thing I wish I could change is be able to experience with my family.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-7642457758952080239?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7642457758952080239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=7642457758952080239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7642457758952080239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7642457758952080239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-all-shopping-is-done-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TRQAqsRi8II/AAAAAAAAA1A/I__t9wf0umQ/s72-c/DSC02587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8993677052106929690</id><published>2010-12-08T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:40:24.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Good day from the other side of the world.  No pictures yet need to wait to get home to my personal computer--but I wanted to say Hi and give an update of my experiences.

So, lets see--I have apparently eaten sardines and then I did willingly try squid rings.  The food is interesting here, but I am a bit confused why Asians are so small--they fry almost everything.  They also don't believe in boneless chicken or deboning before cutting.  I have also had ice cream with beans and corn on the bottom.  But all in all been a good and fun experience.

Another thing apparently they enjoy here is shopping.  We have been to at least 3 very large malls and apparently we are missing more.  So you know I am loving this.  But are you ready for it ..................................... I had fish nibble at my feet.  Yes, you read correctly--there were fishing nibbling at my feet.  There is this new fish therapy where you put your feet in this tub of water and there are these fish that nibble all the dead skin.  It cost 5RM for 10 minutes (which is about $1.50).  We realized why it was so cheap--takes 8 minutes just for us to get over the tickling, but once you get passed that it was actually pretty neat--and our feet were softer afterwards.

I have successfully taken the trains and not had panic attacks--yes Zayne no attacks at the train station.  We took the train into town and saw the towers, we didn't get to go up--but they are just awesome enough from the outside.  There is a mall that sits in front of the towers and then there is a park in front of that -- was really pretty.

Getting a bit sleep deprived.  Last week we worked 10pm to 7am so we can work US hours--then we tried to get on Malaysian time to go sightseeing.  Then Monday and Tuesday of this week we worked 10pm to 7am and then on Wednesday we worked 3pm-midnight (after getting off work at 7) then tomorrow we work 8am to 5pm, just in time to go back.  Not that sleeping during the day is hard enough to begin with, but tack on construction work.  There is all kinds of drilling and banging going on all day.  So, that is why I am getting extremely sleep deprived.

So that is about all for now--I will try to post pictures when I get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8993677052106929690?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8993677052106929690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8993677052106929690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8993677052106929690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8993677052106929690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/12/greetings-from-malaysia.html' title='Greetings from Malaysia'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1706529466506991038</id><published>2010-11-21T19:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:39:12.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Express</title><content type='html'>I know I am verrrrry behind on my blogging, and so much has happened I need to catch up-but I will do that later.  We had an exciting day and in a week I am leaving for a trip across the world, will take pictures and try to post.

Saturday we took a ride on the Polar Express and met Santa Claus.  It was so cute and Kamryn LOVED it, I think Kyle kind of enjoyed it himself too.  We took a plane ride up to the North Pole, on the way we had hot chocolate.  When we got there Santa Claus came on the train and met the kids and passed out bells.  Kamryn of course was her shy self, but started to warm up.

On the way back we sang songs and danced in the aisles.  It really was a lot of fun and Kamryn really enjoyed herself.  She watched the movie over and over again on the way up to the train depot and back, almost made it awake all the way home--but not quite, she fell asleep on the way home. 

It was worth the drive to see how happy and excited she was.  Below are some pictures of our adventure.

Coming soon.....Thanksgiving and Malaysia.


&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we got there they took a picture with The Polar Express in background&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnGKJFW1HI/AAAAAAAAA0U/9kVynUzHC6w/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542178693995484274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnGKJFW1HI/AAAAAAAAA0U/9kVynUzHC6w/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Train getting ready to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnEotPf3oI/AAAAAAAAAzc/i0kF9AthtYI/s1600/DSC02309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542177020074516098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnEotPf3oI/AAAAAAAAAzc/i0kF9AthtYI/s400/DSC02309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn looking for The North Pole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnEocoibJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/b8LO6t1E_4Y/s1600/DSC02303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542177015616138386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnEocoibJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/b8LO6t1E_4Y/s400/DSC02303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and Kamryn both looking for Santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnF5QCez6I/AAAAAAAAAz0/H4_7yPmoQkI/s1600/DSC02323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542178403804696482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnF5QCez6I/AAAAAAAAAz0/H4_7yPmoQkI/s400/DSC02323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The North Pole!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnEpQq4ZbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/zn8L0SRyO-4/s1600/DSC02318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542177029584610738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnEpQq4ZbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/zn8L0SRyO-4/s400/DSC02318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Santa!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnEo9pQkBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/2KTv-Enupz8/s1600/DSC02316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542177024477532178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnEo9pQkBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/2KTv-Enupz8/s400/DSC02316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa came by and said HI (or HO HO HO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnF5006d_I/AAAAAAAAAz8/Cry1zuazC84/s1600/DSC02331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542178413679900658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnF5006d_I/AAAAAAAAAz8/Cry1zuazC84/s400/DSC02331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn dancing with the chef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnF6J-jXXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vWU0vbvh53Y/s1600/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542178419357474162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnF6J-jXXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vWU0vbvh53Y/s400/DSC02334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle wanted to dance too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnGKB4bGGI/AAAAAAAAA0M/s2zSA3V1W6c/s1600/DSC02350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542178692062189666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnGKB4bGGI/AAAAAAAAA0M/s2zSA3V1W6c/s400/DSC02350.JPG" /&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/8537047956890112119-1706529466506991038?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1706529466506991038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1706529466506991038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1706529466506991038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1706529466506991038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/11/polar-express.html' title='Polar Express'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TOnGKJFW1HI/AAAAAAAAA0U/9kVynUzHC6w/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2677939687658776153</id><published>2010-08-24T18:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:54:22.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn Meets SpongeBob</title><content type='html'>Okay, so anyone who knows Kamryn knows she really likes Sponge Bob. Well tonight she had the opportunity to meet the "little guy". A friend of mine from work came too, her son loves Sponge Bob too--unfortunately they were both scared to go near him. Sponge Bob was making an appearance at Chick Fil A today, so we made the trip--along with half the neighborhood. It actually looked worse than it was, we only had to stand in line for about 20 minutes. Below are pictures of our little adventure this evening. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRaeodkneI/AAAAAAAAAys/PyenE7kFxnE/s1600/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look who it is -- SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRaf_4KYcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/V4TJaOhrNFg/s1600/DSC01716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509127749950398914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRaf_4KYcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/V4TJaOhrNFg/s400/DSC01716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn is not real sure about the guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRaezq0GcI/AAAAAAAAAy0/p-8MyGa_J1k/s1600/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509127729493318082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRaezq0GcI/AAAAAAAAAy0/p-8MyGa_J1k/s400/DSC01714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would only stand close enough for picture with dad's help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRafTqyT3I/AAAAAAAAAy8/n3SUqc4NQTc/s1600/DSC01715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509127738083135346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRafTqyT3I/AAAAAAAAAy8/n3SUqc4NQTc/s400/DSC01715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyra and Karter with SpongeBob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRaeodkneI/AAAAAAAAAys/PyenE7kFxnE/s1600/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509127726484987362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRaeodkneI/AAAAAAAAAys/PyenE7kFxnE/s400/DSC01713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8537047956890112119-2677939687658776153?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2677939687658776153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2677939687658776153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2677939687658776153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2677939687658776153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/08/kamryn-meets-spongebob.html' title='Kamryn Meets SpongeBob'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/THRaf_4KYcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/V4TJaOhrNFg/s72-c/DSC01716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2168151924057582055</id><published>2010-08-17T20:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:01:13.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn's First Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little late on this, but better late than never. Kamryn started taking dance classes this summer and a couple of weeks ago they had their first recital. Actual dance lessons don't start until about 5, for the 3 &amp;amp; 4 year olds it is more like an intro dance with the Disney Princess', she was Sleeping Beauty. It was so cute and so much fun watching her each week learning the dance. She loves it too, on days we don't have class she will point out the building and tell me that is where she takes dance. She has one more week off and then they start back up. Below are pictures from her first show, hopefully many more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs5RP45slI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0PXvBFmVGK8/s1600/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready to go mom&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs54PHMorI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3pEOy_QV1XQ/s1600/DSC01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs53oMCzdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/2N-y_DJiWvY/s1600/DSC01671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506558597234085330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs53oMCzdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/2N-y_DJiWvY/s400/DSC01671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Daddy and Ladybug before the big show
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs54pJQZ2I/AAAAAAAAAyk/YfwsCIzAec0/s1600/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506558614670698338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs54pJQZ2I/AAAAAAAAAyk/YfwsCIzAec0/s400/DSC01679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy and Baby Cakes before the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs54PHMorI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3pEOy_QV1XQ/s1600/DSC01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506558607682740914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs54PHMorI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3pEOy_QV1XQ/s400/DSC01674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go--sachet!
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs5STBBsKI/AAAAAAAAAyM/E5ubK-QzVNo/s1600/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506557955895570594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs5STBBsKI/AAAAAAAAAyM/E5ubK-QzVNo/s400/DSC01681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't I graceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs5SPUnOiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/6dBR-jPBWGs/s1600/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506557954903980578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs5SPUnOiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/6dBR-jPBWGs/s400/DSC01683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The class lined up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs5RWj-77I/AAAAAAAAAx8/5i4Nhvg_KKc/s1600/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506557939667627954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs5RWj-77I/AAAAAAAAAx8/5i4Nhvg_KKc/s400/DSC01685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not real sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs36pAbWGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aX7tTzybFpU/s1600/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506556449970149474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs36pAbWGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aX7tTzybFpU/s400/DSC01690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cute little twirler!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs37QMgQ0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/ZdaLunXLhh8/s1600/DSC01692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506556460489786178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs37QMgQ0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/ZdaLunXLhh8/s400/DSC01692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs375995II/AAAAAAAAAxs/0pq0BkWtiXI/s1600/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs37DHKH2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/fcWxnA28y5E/s1600/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506556456977702754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs37DHKH2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/fcWxnA28y5E/s400/DSC01687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs375995II/AAAAAAAAAxs/0pq0BkWtiXI/s1600/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506556471703102594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs375995II/AAAAAAAAAxs/0pq0BkWtiXI/s400/DSC01694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good job, now turn around and go the other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs36N-yKuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/CCLaN8Pb2mo/s1600/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506556442715499234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs36N-yKuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/CCLaN8Pb2mo/s400/DSC01689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms. Ruth and the dance class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs5RP45slI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0PXvBFmVGK8/s1600/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506557937876316754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TGs5RP45slI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0PXvBFmVGK8/s400/DSC01698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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First up, we are dressed and ready to go be the best flower girl.  I kept getting a shadow in the picture, so not the best, but you can still see how adorable she was.

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFhWVzzt4I/AAAAAAAAAxE/-dHUciRSrg8/s1600/DSC01300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772857553434498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFhWVzzt4I/AAAAAAAAAxE/-dHUciRSrg8/s400/DSC01300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here we are on our FIRST limo ride.  She really did not know what to expect.  She was unsure so mommy rode with her the first time.  She seemed to kind of like it, but it could be because she got to ride around without a car seat.

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFhV7rhADI/AAAAAAAAAw8/XqwMsQ8RVLo/s1600/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772850539331634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFhV7rhADI/AAAAAAAAAw8/XqwMsQ8RVLo/s400/DSC01302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Day was so back and forth with the rain.  The limo took the girls to an area to wait while the guys were brought to the park.  It was raining while we were in the limo, we got and waited on main street and it stopped.  It actually even got a little cool, things were looking up.  We got back in the limo and drove to the park, I got out of the limo to quickly get to my seats so they could walk in--and the rain starts again.  But, Kamryn did GREAT.  We figured they would walk in an when the bridesmaids went up on stage Kamryn would sit with us--nope, not our girl.  She walked right up on stage and stood there like a perfect angel with the bridesmaids.  We never practiced walking out, no problem--she did great again.

I didn't get any pictures of her standing there--since it basically rained through the whole ceremony.  Of course it stopped when the ceremony was over.
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Kamryn with daddy after ceremony--she was so proud of herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgoQSCD7I/AAAAAAAAAw0/nM9cF06-5c0/s1600/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772065795608498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgoQSCD7I/AAAAAAAAAw0/nM9cF06-5c0/s400/DSC01306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the ceremony the wedding party went to take pictures at other locations and would meet back up at the reception, Kamryn was welcome to go if she wanted--she wanted.  Brian and Amanda said she did great, I think she really loved being a "big" girl.  Here they are getting to the reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgnx_PSFI/AAAAAAAAAws/spZ0wSyUsq0/s1600/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772057663719506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgnx_PSFI/AAAAAAAAAws/spZ0wSyUsq0/s400/DSC01321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgnRTe16I/AAAAAAAAAwk/qKjLZz8NLBI/s1600/DSC01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772048890255266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgnRTe16I/AAAAAAAAAwk/qKjLZz8NLBI/s400/DSC01322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now introducing Brian and Amanda Hake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgm8DDgFI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9oYsn1r3kQE/s1600/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772043184210002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgm8DDgFI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9oYsn1r3kQE/s400/DSC01328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Here comes the princess with her daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgmcP2wjI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4KiQbGDNfmw/s1600/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772034647966258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFgmcP2wjI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4KiQbGDNfmw/s400/DSC01329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the groom with his very proud mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFe5HWNiKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9dcDnOi3yYQ/s1600/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485770156431739042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFe5HWNiKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9dcDnOi3yYQ/s400/DSC01343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now we all know the best part of weddings--party time, and no loved that more than our 3 little terrors.  Once we got to the reception hall all they wanted to do was dance and none of them ever wanted to leave the dance floor.  They were so cute.
&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The three of them exploring and showing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFe4aWnEmI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gAKQkBR0h1U/s1600/DSC01333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485770144353817186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFe4aWnEmI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gAKQkBR0h1U/s400/DSC01333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keelan got some solo dancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFe3p28xjI/AAAAAAAAAv8/8sh6aQFrcnQ/s1600/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485770131336119858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFe3p28xjI/AAAAAAAAAv8/8sh6aQFrcnQ/s400/DSC01334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Kamryn LOVED twirling her dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFe3CakyAI/AAAAAAAAAv0/qBEjqxYd3UA/s1600/DSC01335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485770120748124162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFe3CakyAI/AAAAAAAAAv0/qBEjqxYd3UA/s400/DSC01335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Keelan dancing with her mom (when she allowed it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFcvfiqbbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Uk0s7cKPKHE/s1600/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485767792104467890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFcvfiqbbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Uk0s7cKPKHE/s400/DSC01340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I was trying to help Kamryn and Angela dance together.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFcuymZzWI/AAAAAAAAAvk/0nZ9wTrDz4o/s1600/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485767780040559970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFcuymZzWI/AAAAAAAAAvk/0nZ9wTrDz4o/s400/DSC01341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Up next--group dancing--notice we are the only ones out there :)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFct295HPI/AAAAAAAAAvU/iqxcXewB2E8/s1600/DSC01339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485767764032953586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFct295HPI/AAAAAAAAAvU/iqxcXewB2E8/s400/DSC01339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFcufRwnWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/U6Uay1_CSYw/s1600/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485767774853700962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFcufRwnWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/U6Uay1_CSYw/s400/DSC01337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn loved the dancing, starting to wind down--but did not want to quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbwdCGuXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/jXDQkTWOdMY/s1600/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485766709099280754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbwdCGuXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/jXDQkTWOdMY/s400/DSC01346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I am not tired, I want to keep dancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbv_xGyqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Uov8S5Gqa40/s1600/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485766701243353762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbv_xGyqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Uov8S5Gqa40/s400/DSC01348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; As the girls started winding down they looked to daddy/Uncle Zayne for some rest but yet could still dance.  Zayne really got his work out this evening--but he loved every minute of it. 

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbvdKTW7I/AAAAAAAAAu8/MGXyVh4q2lg/s1600/DSC01352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485766691953793970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbvdKTW7I/AAAAAAAAAu8/MGXyVh4q2lg/s400/DSC01352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't they just the cutest, I really love this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbu9N6piI/AAAAAAAAAu0/V8imYBh4K8I/s1600/DSC01353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485766683379017250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbu9N6piI/AAAAAAAAAu0/V8imYBh4K8I/s400/DSC01353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I am really not tired, but I will lay my head down--just for a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbubE0W1I/AAAAAAAAAus/HZGSF_m0GMI/s1600/DSC01354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485766674214050642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFbubE0W1I/AAAAAAAAAus/HZGSF_m0GMI/s400/DSC01354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Dance with me daddy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFajYFk3YI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aN3pyvlG5sg/s1600/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485765384921734530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFajYFk3YI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aN3pyvlG5sg/s400/DSC01361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Twirl me and throw me up in the air daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFai5U_EfI/AAAAAAAAAuc/l5KyJYwGc1s/s1600/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485765376664867314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFai5U_EfI/AAAAAAAAAuc/l5KyJYwGc1s/s400/DSC01357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Thank you daddy--I sure do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFaiuqXlmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/55wHhCKyPrQ/s1600/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485765373801764450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFaiuqXlmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/55wHhCKyPrQ/s400/DSC01358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Okay, now I may be getting a little tired.  Can I just lay my head here for a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFah5m-HKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/YVwbFMBV_jQ/s1600/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485765359560432802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFah5m-HKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/YVwbFMBV_jQ/s400/DSC01360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I may look like I am ready for bed, but I am still just catching my breath for more dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFahVFQRdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_XmjjoNunvQ/s1600/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485765349755340242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFahVFQRdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_XmjjoNunvQ/s400/DSC01364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

See, back to dancing!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFZJb8XY_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/k0Sk4TZyBpA/s1600/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485763839768617970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFZJb8XY_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/k0Sk4TZyBpA/s400/DSC01366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Oh look who came to help daddy, I gotcha sis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFZJO0DebI/AAAAAAAAAt0/74qgTFAHP48/s1600/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485763836244097458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFZJO0DebI/AAAAAAAAAt0/74qgTFAHP48/s400/DSC01370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I just loved this, they love each other so much and you can really tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFZIjxu0VI/AAAAAAAAAts/wL_In25-qYo/s1600/DSC01368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485763824691630418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFZIjxu0VI/AAAAAAAAAts/wL_In25-qYo/s400/DSC01368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFZHy7cpwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/VqtiCdyN3LA/s1600/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485763811579045634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFZHy7cpwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/VqtiCdyN3LA/s400/DSC01371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Even with all the rain, and other "little" challenges that we all faced this day--it was great.  Besides the most important thing is that Brian and Amanda are married, they were happy and had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8992717928127041174?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8992717928127041174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8992717928127041174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8992717928127041174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8992717928127041174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-pt-2.html' title='The Wedding Pt 2'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCFhWVzzt4I/AAAAAAAAAxE/-dHUciRSrg8/s72-c/DSC01300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2755308148586095775</id><published>2010-06-21T21:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:06:20.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Rehearsal and getting ready!!!


We made another trip to St. Charles last weekend for my cousin's wedding.  Brian and Amanda so graciously asked Kamryn to be their flower girl--she was so excited.  So first up rehearsal dinner.

I didn't get a whole lot of pictures, but I got a good one of Amanda and Mac--they are expecting a baby boy in August.  I thought this was a good picture of them.

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAgTsTtlCI/AAAAAAAAAss/iDfp141Cx1o/s1600/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485419868820706338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAgTsTtlCI/AAAAAAAAAss/iDfp141Cx1o/s400/DSC01247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Next up, Kamryn and her daddy.  She loves him so much and they take such good pictures.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAihMFGNII/AAAAAAAAAs0/0xy6xnAXjG4/s1600/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAihMFGNII/AAAAAAAAAs0/0xy6xnAXjG4/s1600/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAihMFGNII/AAAAAAAAAs0/0xy6xnAXjG4/s1600/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf6zESPNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/vJL8YmV1k64/s1600/DSC01257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485419441138318546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf6zESPNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/vJL8YmV1k64/s400/DSC01257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, on the day of the wedding Aunt Pam and I got up and met the bride and her bridesmaids at Cracker Barrel for breakfast.  They figured this would be the only good meal they got all day.  After breakfast we went to the hall and got things set up and decorated.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jessica and Erica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf6THyceI/AAAAAAAAAsc/8lqoSrkQXFA/s1600/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485419432563077602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf6THyceI/AAAAAAAAAsc/8lqoSrkQXFA/s400/DSC01261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Amanda and her maid of honor (and sister) Ashley
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf53ZhgiI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qEykP6tcoJw/s1600/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485419425121272354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf53ZhgiI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qEykP6tcoJw/s400/DSC01262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Amanda's other sister Kayle with Aunt Pam
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf5eczn1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/h3iqQoN_sfs/s1600/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485419418424155986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf5eczn1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/h3iqQoN_sfs/s400/DSC01263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Me and Amanda

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf469OvBI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cMKcGdkMiXc/s1600/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485419408896474130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAf469OvBI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cMKcGdkMiXc/s400/DSC01264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast and getting the hall ready for the reception--it was off to the beauty salon to get hair done.  Kamryn had her first hair salon visit--she did so good.  She did just what I figured, she would sit still for a stranger to get her hair fixed, where she would NEVER sit for me.  The funny thing was, I bought these silk flowers to put in her hair and apparently Amanda bought the exact same ones for her hair.  So the bride and flower girl had same dress and same hair pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will start with a little drying
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAihMFGNII/AAAAAAAAAs0/0xy6xnAXjG4/s1600/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485422299710895234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAihMFGNII/AAAAAAAAAs0/0xy6xnAXjG4/s400/DSC01281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, lets clip some hair on top to begin curling.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAihiNlUHI/AAAAAAAAAs8/teo23pGOrbI/s1600/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485422305652068466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAihiNlUHI/AAAAAAAAAs8/teo23pGOrbI/s400/DSC01282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More curling!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAiiBBWGpI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Zjt8MdKggpU/s1600/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485422313922239122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAiiBBWGpI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Zjt8MdKggpU/s400/DSC01283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAiiURffYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/EtDYb_lVvQQ/s1600/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485422319090236802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAiiURffYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/EtDYb_lVvQQ/s400/DSC01289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't she look adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAk-PRRUHI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Q7f7gIQrtKY/s1600/DSC01291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485424997806723186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAk-PRRUHI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Q7f7gIQrtKY/s400/DSC01291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAk9iSRZSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/D7AuCz7cl9c/s1600/DSC01290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485424985731327266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAk9iSRZSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/D7AuCz7cl9c/s400/DSC01290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up--Kamryn's first limo ride and the reception (you won't want to miss these--the 3 girls are adorable).
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-2755308148586095775?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2755308148586095775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2755308148586095775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2755308148586095775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2755308148586095775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-pt-1.html' title='The Wedding Pt 1'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TCAgTsTtlCI/AAAAAAAAAss/iDfp141Cx1o/s72-c/DSC01247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-7827598930470721538</id><published>2010-06-15T21:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:22:42.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago the kids and I drove to St. Charles for my youngest cousin's graduation. Yep, she is the last on my dad's side of the family in my generation. Next up there, Kyle (so, we don't talk about that). &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduation was actually on Sunday, so the graduation party was the day before on Saturday. It was so nice to see the family, last time I was there I only saw the girls--this time I got to see everyone. It is hard to believe that little Courtney graduated, she was the cute little shy girl in my wedding a "few" years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Below are some pictures from the party and graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Grandpa and his children:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Jim, Pops, Aunt Claudia, Grandpa, Uncle Dale and Uncle Joe
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg-mY7ryLI/AAAAAAAAArk/aPjicIx4EUQ/s1600/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483201375572314290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg-mY7ryLI/AAAAAAAAArk/aPjicIx4EUQ/s400/DSC01123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Kamryn got herself a new friend, he was my aunt and uncle's godson--was such a cute little boy.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg-l8t90FI/AAAAAAAAArc/j0S_ebdHoPg/s1600/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483201367998582866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg-l8t90FI/AAAAAAAAArc/j0S_ebdHoPg/s400/DSC01130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bubbles sure were a BIG hit--they both LOVED them.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg-lbJxJgI/AAAAAAAAArU/dNAOyg9B87w/s1600/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483201358988387842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg-lbJxJgI/AAAAAAAAArU/dNAOyg9B87w/s400/DSC01127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Kamryn had so much fun, she just passed out like a pretzel in a chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg-k8hYh5I/AAAAAAAAArM/_n2Y50syT4U/s1600/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483201350765938578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg-k8hYh5I/AAAAAAAAArM/_n2Y50syT4U/s400/DSC01144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below are pictures from graduation itself: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Courtney getting her diploma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I graduated!!!
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The proud parents with their graduate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Joe, Courtney and Aunt Donna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg8lgKpuYI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3fsftWZRCKA/s1600/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBhCUPhX1YI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3lQDlJTLThs/s1600/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483205461854901634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBhCUPhX1YI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3lQDlJTLThs/s400/DSC01175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Sherrie, Courtney and Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg8mcrqplI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5QRR37WB_KI/s1600/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483199177555617362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg8mcrqplI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5QRR37WB_KI/s400/DSC01181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donna's parents with Courtney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wayne, Courtney and Esther
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Courtney with her Godparents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonathan, Courtney and Marsha (Donna's sister)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg8oIhqazI/AAAAAAAAArE/CGIGv2kivak/s1600/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483199206504688434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/TBg8oIhqazI/AAAAAAAAArE/CGIGv2kivak/s400/DSC01177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We just got back from another trip to St. Charles Monday morning--will post pictures of the wedding soon (hopefully-so many to choose from).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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I also want to mention a little brag about my son. Part of their confirmation was they needed to do some sort of project. They needed to do a service project or make something, some kids even played instruments. Kyle and I talked about building something out of wood, that led to lots of talks back and forth and then we came up with a great idea. Kyle wanted to build something for the Mother's Day Out program at church and donate it in Aunt Kathy's name. We talked to Mrs. Botker and she said they could use a bookshelf, so that is what Kyle made. It turned out really nice and he did most of it (of course dad helped and guided), I was really proud of him. I forgot to download pictures of it, so I will post those later, but you are always welcome to look at it in one of the MDO classrooms at Kinsmen.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The confirmand
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is during the ceremony, Kyle is actually kneeling amongst us, and I am standing in front of Zayne and Jonathan.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The confirmand and his proud parents.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy and her pumpkin
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and his godfather, Jonathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and Pops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and Nana (my mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and Nana (Zayne's mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GGPa, Kyle and GG (they made the drive in from Clear Lake)
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle with Tricia and Angela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S_SWNn2c1UI/AAAAAAAAAqc/GZDsv31VSxk/s1600/20100502_Kyle_Confirmation_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473164607941825858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S_SWNn2c1UI/AAAAAAAAAqc/GZDsv31VSxk/s400/20100502_Kyle_Confirmation_025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda and Kyle
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The Proud Parents of the confirmand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S_SWOYkXB6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/32WKPyJHwaQ/s1600/20100502_Kyle_Confirmation_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473164621019285410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S_SWOYkXB6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/32WKPyJHwaQ/s400/20100502_Kyle_Confirmation_004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you again to Jenny for taking pictures, they were great.  Thank you to everyone who came and made the day special for Kyle, sorry we didn't get eveyone's picture (Uncle John, Uncle Jim and Mac got left out of the pictures; along with Kami C--I have some on my camera, she was getting restless, and unfortunately I missed getting any of Jenny and Keelan).  I also want to give one more big thank you to Uncle Jim, he gets the award for traveling the farthest, was so appreciated and so not expected--thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;







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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3710656533956448014?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3710656533956448014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3710656533956448014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3710656533956448014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3710656533956448014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/kyles-confirmation.html' title='Kyle&apos;s Confirmation'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S_SPjgdAkJI/AAAAAAAAApM/4_i_NfwRSfw/s72-c/20100502_Kyle_Confirmation_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3611424148441670721</id><published>2010-05-10T13:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:48:30.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn turns 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow, can you believe it our little baby girl is 3. She is actually 3 going on about 13, boy are we in for trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a Tinkerbell birthday for her, she loves Tinkerbell now.  Of course she was themed all the way down to her shirt (would it be any other way from me).  The day was very nice, it wasn't too hot or anything so the kids got to enjoy bouncing on the trampoline.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kamryn got lots of nice things, can not thank every one enough for how generous they were.  She got her kitchen and it was a bigger hit than I thought.  Angela stayed awhile after everyone else and they could not wait for it to be set up.  Now Kamryn makes coffee every morning for daddy, it is really cute (also helps get her out of bed).  She is growing up so fast, has such a personality of her own (even though you ask family members and friends around here she is mini me--personally don't see anything wrong with that). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The terror twins "hiding" under the trampoline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S-hPljZInnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/HqHtoOJAy5A/s1600/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469709254015884914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S-hPljZInnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/HqHtoOJAy5A/s400/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Angela
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S-hQ2Q4l4PI/AAAAAAAAAok/1ze72w62eac/s1600/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469710640616956146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S-hQ2Q4l4PI/AAAAAAAAAok/1ze72w62eac/s400/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Angela with Karter (my friend from work son)
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S-hQRkmdiuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/34GTQAAzPow/s1600/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469710010254461666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S-hQRkmdiuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/34GTQAAzPow/s400/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angela, Karter, Kamryn and the two jumping are Kyle and Tyler (sons of my friends from work)
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Kyle, Karter and Tyler
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Kamryn with her Tinkerbell cake, Kyle and Angela looking on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S-hPnGWsuwI/AAAAAAAAAoE/42L_Rj6StNQ/s1600/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469709280580778754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S-hPnGWsuwI/AAAAAAAAAoE/42L_Rj6StNQ/s400/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Yeah, I got a kitchen!!!!!!!!
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Angela and Kamryn checking out the new kitchen
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Angela and Kamryn playing her new elephant game.
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This was so cute (thank you Aunt Tricia) and it kept the girls entertained for quite awhile.  It looks like and elephant and has a long blue snout that has air that goes through.  You fill the elephant up with these little "butterflies" and then they shoot up through the snout and you have to catch them with the nets.  They don't quite concept the idea of the game part, but they just LOVED trying to catch these little pieces of paper shooting up out of the nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all was a very nice day, can not believe she is 3.   If you talk to her for very long you won't believe it either, her imagination is getting so interesting and she is so animated it just cracks us all up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is even more surprising, Kyle got confirmed.  Yes it is true, that is part of the delay in posts--I have been taking care of 2 parties 2 weeks in a row.   So, we should be good for awhile, then we have a busy few weeks after that--so I will post confirmation later.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3611424148441670721?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3611424148441670721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3611424148441670721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3611424148441670721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3611424148441670721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/kamryn-turns-3.html' title='Kamryn turns 3'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S-hPljZInnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/HqHtoOJAy5A/s72-c/DSC00837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-7434903349927159211</id><published>2010-04-26T15:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:58:02.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to St. Charles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The weekend after Easter, Kamryn and I took a "girls weekend" and went to St. Charles. My cousin is getting married in June and he and his new bride so graciously asked Kamryn to be their flower girl. I had decided when they asked I wanted to try to the best of my ability to make it to Amanda's bridal shower. Thankfully it all worked out and they had the shower the weekend after Easter. Kamryn was so excited about the plane trip, and since IAH is starting to get on the complex side she even got to ride a train. So, it was planes, trains and automobiles. She did so good over the weekend and I was so glad we made the trip. Kamryn was actually born on my cousin's birthday, so they have that special birthday bond too. She was not sure about Brian and Amanda at first, but anyone who will color with her is her new best friend. Unfortunately not a lot of pics, we are going back next month for another one of my cousin's graduations, more pictures of the whole family then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda, Kamryn and Brian bonding over crayons
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda and her cake, it was a very nice cake!!
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn loves helping to cook, so Sunday morning her and Aunt Pam made eggs.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X8wdrrvNI/AAAAAAAAAns/izhJGWq2Jlg/s1600/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464551632415734994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X8wdrrvNI/AAAAAAAAAns/izhJGWq2Jlg/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you to Uncle Jim and Aunt Pam for the rides and letting us stay at your house.  I also need to send out a thank to my Aunt Claudia, she let us use a car seat so we didn't need to worry about packing ours--HUGE help and greatly appreciated.  Looking forward to seeing everyone in May, can't believe the last Hake in my generation is graduating High School, I know I am not getting older so I don't understand how all my little cousins can be graduating and getting married.  I even have some with who have babies of their own!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-7434903349927159211?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7434903349927159211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=7434903349927159211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7434903349927159211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7434903349927159211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/04/trip-to-st-charles.html' title='Trip to St. Charles'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X8vR-goOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0GGdVLMYOYQ/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-4470629708019865071</id><published>2010-04-26T15:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:44:26.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we are a little behind, so first up Easter weekend. It was such a nice weekend and almost all of us got to be there (we missed you sis Amanda). Zayne had to work on Saturday, so we thought it would be nice for Keelan to visit the fire trucks (Kamryn is always a go for that). So up to the station we went. The girls loved it, I didn't get a lot of pictures though (will have to snag some of Jenny's). I did get one of them on the top of the truck, until Kamryn decided it was too high and she had enough. I am not sure who enjoyed it more though, my brother or the girls. It was really neat and a lot of fun. The kids and I go up quite a bit, but to see it through the eyes of others was pretty neat.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X0AZhJsFI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EYB33AX4GYo/s1600/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464542010571075666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X0AZhJsFI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EYB33AX4GYo/s400/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night mom had us over for dinner and gave the kids their Easter gifts. They each got some bubbles, so that was the hit for the rest of the night, Pops even got in on the action.
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X0inHJETI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_13UhjQ3yzw/s1600/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464542598335631666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X0inHJETI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_13UhjQ3yzw/s400/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then later it was the girls favorite part of the night--bath time. We were standing watching over (more to contain mess if anything) and Jenny said "a blond, a brunette and a red head in a tub--there has to be a joke somewhere in this" it was pretty funny. They are going to be 3 that we are REALLY going to need to keep an eye on when they get older.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X1fktDhlI/AAAAAAAAAmk/13aKPk3AycM/s1600/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464543645661365842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X1fktDhlI/AAAAAAAAAmk/13aKPk3AycM/s400/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After bath, jammies and then somewhat of sleep--big day tomorrow---Easter. So, we all went down and went to church with GG and GGPa. The girls did great (may have something to do with the fact we kept them separated, not sure). Then we were off to GG and GGPa's house for an Easter egg hunt and lunch. Kyle was in charge of "hiding" the eggs, I had to keep reminding him of the age of the seekers. Well apparently, his sister is a bit competitive (wonder where she gets that) and off she went to capture all the eggs. We finally had to stear her away from the eggs to give the other ones a chance. It was all very cute and I think they had a great time. Thank you GG and GGP for the beautiful outfits and opening your home to us for the wonderful holiday!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Easter bunny came to visit during the night
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture time before egg hunt (we are getting closer to that good pic)
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X4ThGnMDI/AAAAAAAAAm0/gt2QnRDj0hA/s1600/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464546737071271986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X4ThGnMDI/AAAAAAAAAm0/gt2QnRDj0hA/s400/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they are off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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Kyle trying to help Kamryn (but as we found out--she doesn't need help)
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of my way, I am off to find eggs!
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Look what I got mom (mom is thinking what an egg hog)
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The funny thing about the egg hunt, Kamryn came out with the probably the most eggs; however, did not hit big on the money ones.  There was money in about 12 eggs, Kamryn came away with about 3 or 4, so hopefully those got more evenly distributed.  Kamryn really didn't care what was in the egg--she just wanted them all.  Logan, you need to practice up for next year--give these girls a run for their money, make them work for those eggs!!!!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-4470629708019865071?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4470629708019865071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=4470629708019865071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4470629708019865071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4470629708019865071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S9X0AZhJsFI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EYB33AX4GYo/s72-c/DSC00664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-6845879545616662499</id><published>2010-03-23T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:50:03.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>Today heaven gained a very special angel, unfortunately it was at our loss. My aunt lost her battle to cancer this evening, I know she is not suffering and in a better place--but really that does not make it better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Thank you everyone for your prayers and good thoughts for her, now I ask that you keep her family in your prayers. My aunt left behind a wonderful husband, John (my uncle, no I am not biased he was wonderful) along with 2 daughters and their families. The oldest daughter, Kristen, is married with a one year old son and my younger cousin, Kerry was just married in February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
I love you guys and I am here for you. Your mom is in a better place, not suffering anymore. And like Karen told mom--Kathy is up in heaven having a drink with grandma watching over the rest of us.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S6l8oeb7Q5I/AAAAAAAAAls/ncZk5uGQ368/s1600-h/couples+on+stairs+good%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452025858715501458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S6l8oeb7Q5I/AAAAAAAAAls/ncZk5uGQ368/s400/couples+on+stairs+good%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S6l8pqst_mI/AAAAAAAAAmE/34NcM0vn_mc/s1600-h/kerry+mom+kristen+on+beach%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452025879187029602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S6l8pqst_mI/AAAAAAAAAmE/34NcM0vn_mc/s400/kerry+mom+kristen+on+beach%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S6l8pKNkklI/AAAAAAAAAl8/rJEfNgXFNG4/s1600-h/grammy+and+logan+fl%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452025870466454098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S6l8pKNkklI/AAAAAAAAAl8/rJEfNgXFNG4/s400/grammy+and+logan+fl%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is from GPa's birthday party, Aunt Kathy was feeling under the weather this day and couldn't make it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John (Kerry's husband), Kerry, Uncle John, Baby Logan, Kristen, James (Kristen's husband) and GPa and GMa in the front&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S6l8o7ieHII/AAAAAAAAAl0/5p9Onv55H_M/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452025866527579266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S6l8o7ieHII/AAAAAAAAAl0/5p9Onv55H_M/s400/DSC00384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/8537047956890112119-6845879545616662499?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6845879545616662499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6845879545616662499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6845879545616662499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6845879545616662499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S6l8oeb7Q5I/AAAAAAAAAls/ncZk5uGQ368/s72-c/couples+on+stairs+good%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3388537692622643696</id><published>2010-03-17T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:56:29.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rodeo</title><content type='html'>Those who from Houston, enough said--those not the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo happens once a year and is a big deal.  For the competitors it is one of "the" rodeos to win.  I have been going for years and LOVE it, if it wasn't so far and pricey I would probably go to almost every night, it last almost 3 weeks.

Zayne and I went to the rodeo last night and it was really nice.  Keith Urban was in concert, and I will admit I like some of his songs but not a HUGE  fan (I mean he is no Bon Jovi).  With that said and the fact that I didn't know a lot of his songs, I think he was one of the most entertaining shows I have seen at the rodeo.  Those who have never been, the whole stadium is layered with dirt (duh, its a rodeo) and then during the concert a small stage (small in comparison to the whole stadium) comes out to the middle and that is where the performer is.  So basically what I am trying to say is that front row is still pretty far away (I know-I had front row to Bon Jovi and still had to look at the big screens sometimes to see him).  Most performers stay on stage the whole time. I have seen some, Neal McCoy, Brooks &amp;amp; Dunn and Big &amp;amp; Rich, come off the stage and run around the stadium.  However, last night I saw the first and I think it made the security nervous.

Keith Urban not only came off the stage but he ran around the stadium and slapped hands with the front rowers (Bon Jovi take note).  There are parts where you can't get to the people due to the chutes--didn't stop him, climbed over cattle guards and all.  At one point he actually went into the stands, I know the fans were loving it--but security, not so much.  It was rather amusing for us to try and watch security keep people away from swarming him. 

All in all it was very nice, like I said I didn't know many of his songs--but he was great to watch.  Then came the downer of the evening, not enough to spoil the evening, but enough to be annoyed.  We went out to the truck and I opened my door and something didn't look right--things looked out of place.  I looked up and about the same time I noticed Zayne's door was unlocked he noticed there was no lock for him to put the key in.  A few choice words came after that.  We looked around and nothing was taken, the only things of value in the truck were some tools and the GPs--neither of which were taken.  We found the cop so we could make the prelim report and he said several were broken into but electronics was not the choice of poison this evening.  He said they were looking for purses, wallets and suitcases--basically money.  They had left behind GPS's, DVD's and TV's from other vehicles.  What I thought was sweet was the cop asked us not to let this spoil our evening, we told him it wasn't--it is what it is.  And what it is basically is very annoying--they didn't take anything and now we have to pay to get the locked fixed. 

Really people--have you heard of the concept of working.  I know people are hiring almost every where Zayne and I go there are hiring signs up--get a job and leave my stuff alone.  I guess this has just not been a good vehicle year for my brother and I.

Well no pictures--just a brief update of our evening.  We are having the March birthday celebrations on Sunday, so there should be pictures after that.  Well, half of March any way--Kerry is in Fort Worth and Tricia is doing Angela's separate--so we are celebrating Kyle and Kathy--woo hoo birthday K's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3388537692622643696?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3388537692622643696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3388537692622643696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3388537692622643696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3388537692622643696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/03/rodeo.html' title='The Rodeo'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-457119386687027288</id><published>2010-03-10T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:47:14.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This story is much better in person, so just imagine me telling the story with my hands and being animated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally Zayne gets Kamryn ready for school and takes her and makes sure that Kyle is up; but, on the days he works he leaves at 5:30 for work so I call them single mom days. It is hard enough to get me up and out here on time, without adding in the VERY cooperative toddler. So, I normally run around like a chicken with my head cut off and this morning was no different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run out to the car to load it up and get it started, when all of a sudden--whack, I slam the door right into my face. It was probably quite a sight, he caught me off guard and I fell back. I felt a little dizzy and light headed and felt myself falling to the ground as my heels are digging into the lawn. All I could think was I can't fall because I would have to change my clothes. I grab my head and then pull my hand away and there is blood all over it. I proceed to run back into the house, keeping all doors open, and calling for Kyle. Really, Kyle--what exactly did I think he was going to do. Exactly what I predicted once I told him what happened--laugh. I just wasn't sure where Kamryn was--following me because she was worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get a towel and pat it to get the blood cleaned up, put some ice in it and proceed to take Kamryn to school. I am now driving around holding ice to my head. Get her dropped off and call Zayne to see if I need to be concerned, his response is to laugh too. He tells me if it is no longer bleeding I shouldn't need stitches, I decided I would have the guys at work look at it to see if it is too deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I get to work and they are now laughing at me--why does this seem to be the theme of the day. One of my co-workers tells me the only benefit to going to the ER and getting stitches is to prevent a scar. Now this is a cut from my eyebrow straight up, probably about an inch; however, my cheapness and fear of needles leads me to think the ER is not necessary. So, me and my co-workers (bunch of accountants) go to work being "doctors". One had some good ibuprofen he gave me and the other made up butterfly band-aids to help with healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite and interesting day, by the end of the day we have a bunch of "stories" going around. The latest is my co-worker Kyra beat me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the cut, this actually looks better than it did this morning.  This was after being bandaged all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S5hmfsP9j2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/KcBsiavsWDU/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447216443944701794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S5hmfsP9j2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/KcBsiavsWDU/s400/DSC00563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Here is Kyra's awesome bandaging

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S5hmfIQhDeI/AAAAAAAAAlc/bqTpvlt-GXo/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447216434283351522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S5hmfIQhDeI/AAAAAAAAAlc/bqTpvlt-GXo/s400/DSC00562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you Joe and Kyra for the medical attention, and thank you to everyone else (Ulysses, Beckey, Brian and Rob) for your insults, I mean moral support :)!!!
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S5QgYDjR90I/AAAAAAAAAlU/ywWUobDwaZs/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446013447040005954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S5QgYDjR90I/AAAAAAAAAlU/ywWUobDwaZs/s400/DSC00550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
We don't normally premier all her new BAB's, but this one is special, her full name is Betty Ellen.

When Kamryn was a baby she kept looking over my shoulder and smiling at someone--and yes no one was there.  She did this quite a lot and instead of being freaked out that there was a ghost, I decided it was my grandmother watching over her. 

Then the weird thing is, she started liking and doing things that reminded me of my grandmother.  One of those is her love for elephants.  She really seemed to like elephants, well my grandmother really liked elephants.  We went to BAB one day and on the way we discussed getting an elephant.  Well, when we got there to our disappointment there were no elephants.  So, I went home and ordered one and gave it to Kamryn for Christmas.  We finally got a chance to get the elephant filled and dressed and we decided to name the elephant Betty Ellen, after grandma. 

We love and miss you grandma and I know you are up there watching over us, and I still believe that you were Kamryn's ghost (guardian angel) when she was a baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3377006048319172859?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3377006048319172859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3377006048319172859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3377006048319172859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3377006048319172859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S5QgYDjR90I/AAAAAAAAAlU/ywWUobDwaZs/s72-c/DSC00550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-4769251615282242963</id><published>2010-02-15T21:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:19:42.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cook off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had another cook-off this weekend. It was incredibly cold, almost unbearable. We did pretty good though, there were 41 teams there. I got 5th on my dessert (blueberry dream cheesecake), Zayne got 2nd on beans, 12th on chicken and 7th on ribs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blueberry Dream Cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3obR2uSPmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8QSRSuqajBw/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438689493564669538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3obR2uSPmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8QSRSuqajBw/s320/DSC00471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne cooking his 2nd place beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oZq1_EW-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/a56yHM_hbe0/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438687723840101346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oZq1_EW-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/a56yHM_hbe0/s320/DSC00456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the chickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oZruVPwgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/34jX-Vba1YI/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438687738965508610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oZruVPwgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/34jX-Vba1YI/s320/DSC00465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3obSVRJQ0I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ljTDtrdzPvQ/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438689501763945282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3obSVRJQ0I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ljTDtrdzPvQ/s320/DSC00505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7th place Ribs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3obSsY_icI/AAAAAAAAAlM/pWZtMDr5FAI/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438689507970877890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3obSsY_icI/AAAAAAAAAlM/pWZtMDr5FAI/s320/DSC00518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oZq1_EW-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/a56yHM_hbe0/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne was concerned about keeping the pitt hot since it was so cold.  He put this blanket on it---it got dubbed the "pitt snuggie", Zayne is looking into  marketing it (he he he)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oZrV6S_2I/AAAAAAAAAks/fytyvkOXD2s/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438687732410023778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oZrV6S_2I/AAAAAAAAAks/fytyvkOXD2s/s320/DSC00463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I mention it was cold--we used this to keep warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oZqWNxZaI/AAAAAAAAAkc/32MFk8gmKyI/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438687715311838626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oZqWNxZaI/AAAAAAAAAkc/32MFk8gmKyI/s320/DSC00449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8537047956890112119-4769251615282242963?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4769251615282242963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=4769251615282242963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4769251615282242963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4769251615282242963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/cook-off.html' title='Cook off'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3obR2uSPmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8QSRSuqajBw/s72-c/DSC00471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8336925951015825256</id><published>2010-02-15T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:45:30.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn's visit to TCH</title><content type='html'>After our exciting and wonderful weekend it was off the our day at the hospital.  We got up early and left the house at 6:30 for our adventure at Texas Children's Hospital (you are supposed to sleep in on your days off).  Driving downtown I remembered why I live close to work.  We finally arrived for our day, of mostly waiting.

They injected Kamryn with a dye and then told us to come back in 2 hours.  So off we went to kill time--I told her we could get a milkshake.  So off to the Mickey D's, but apparently you can't get milkshakes at 9 am--but they did have wifi so K was able to watch some Mickey and Sponge Bob.

Back to the nuclear medicine (doesn't that just sound creepish) for the x-rays.  It took all of about 15 minutes which she watched the Disney channel during.  Now it was back to more killing time--don't see doctor for another 2 hours.  We went to the food court and ate some expensive not very good pizza.  Then we decided to just sit in the doctor's waiting room since they had toys to play with.  I started reading my book, Kamryn played withe toys and Zayne supervised through his eyelids.  Did I mention Zayne and I were completely exhausted from lack of sleep.

Between the excitement of Jon's car and being afraid it was going to happen again (to be on the safe side Jon left his Tahoe at my house--I spent most of the night listening to make sure they weren't casing my neighborhood this time) and the anxiety of Kamryn's tests--we didn't get much sleep.  Finally got to see the doctor--everything is fine.  Her right kidney is 3mm smaller than the left, but nothing to worry about.

So, at 2 pm we are headed home with the relief that Kamryn does not have damage.  She will still need to take medicine and have her annual tests done in November until she completely outgrows the reflux, but it has not caused more extensive damage.

Now, maybe we can go back to some normalcy.  Work has settled down, Kamryn doesn't have damage and life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8336925951015825256?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8336925951015825256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8336925951015825256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8336925951015825256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8336925951015825256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/kamryns-visit-to-tch.html' title='Kamryn&apos;s visit to TCH'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1114137990490217233</id><published>2010-02-15T21:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:33:19.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GGPa's 80th</title><content type='html'>I have been gone for awhile, sorry about that--but I am back and with a lot to talk about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up GGPa's big 80 birthday party. The day started out hard though (if you haven't seen Jenny's blog) Jon woke up to a beautifully Tahoe with no tires or rims. Not how you want to start your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPWNQrXiI/AAAAAAAAAkE/aNRS-zmn7Xk/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenny and I took the girls to the party while the guys (Jon, Zayne and Kyle) took care of the wheel situation. It was a wonderful party--GGMa really out did herself on this one. The food was great and you could really tell that Grandpa really enjoyed himself and appreciated it all.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our evening almost ended up the way the day began. Jenny told a very good story about the Tahoe situation; however, she left out how the night ended. Mom's neighborhood has this unexplainable rule about not having cars parked in the street after dark. Well, there was no where to park, so we were parked in the street--we weren't planning on staying over night so what was the harm. Well, Jon, Amanda, Jenny, Zayne and I were sitting in the living talking; Jon was a little uneasy about his truck so was checking outside almost every 10 minutes. Zayne got up once and he checked--he opened the door and started yelling out the door. At first we thought he was just messing with Jon, until he yelled again. Well Jon hurdled over Jenny, Amanda and I and then the 3 of us tripped over each other to get to the door. Jon's wheels were okay, but they were trying to tow our truck. So, after some foul language out of me (I have no idea where that came from) and $100 later our truck was "dropped". So Zayne then parked the truck in the front yard until we left--no where else to park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we had an exciting weekend. Jenny posted some very nice pictures from the party--below are a few more. Thanks again GGMa for a WONDERFUL party--you did GREAT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Pops with GGPa and GGMa (I think the pic turned out good)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPW3Gw4JI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3vCrfg4xFGo/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438676385427153042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPW3Gw4JI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3vCrfg4xFGo/s320/DSC00402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is our gang (missing one--we missed you Mac)--boy are we growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda, Jenny, Keelan, Jon, Mom, Amy, Zayne and Kyle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tricia, Angla, GG, GGPa with Kamryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPWZfqNBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Fml44nPk_1w/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438676377478509586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPWZfqNBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Fml44nPk_1w/s320/DSC00394.JPG" /&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;GG and GGP with Kamryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPWNQrXiI/AAAAAAAAAkE/aNRS-zmn7Xk/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438676374194445858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPWNQrXiI/AAAAAAAAAkE/aNRS-zmn7Xk/s320/DSC00388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture--they are good for each other.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPVsaOIYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/yxsPTrcuXr0/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438676365376102786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPVsaOIYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/yxsPTrcuXr0/s320/DSC00359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8537047956890112119-1114137990490217233?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1114137990490217233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1114137990490217233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1114137990490217233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1114137990490217233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/ggpas-80th.html' title='GGPa&apos;s 80th'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/S3oPW3Gw4JI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3vCrfg4xFGo/s72-c/DSC00402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-6842267495054306196</id><published>2010-01-07T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:06:10.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a very nice Christmas, we are all very blessed--and a big thank you to all!!  Zayne and I treated each other to a new camera--still trying to figure out how to use it.  The goods new is that Sony gives free one hour tutorials--and they said I can keep taking them.  Once I get through year end close--which has been a hectic stress mess--I am going to look into that.  Santa Claus was VERY nice to the kids too.  Kamryn got her a dollhouse--she loves it, she was so surprised too.  Kyle got a new laptop (now we don't have to all fight over ours).  Kamryn actually got her a cute little Disney laptop--so we are now a family of 4 with 4 computers.  I have to give a big thank you and note out to my wonderful sister-in-law--she made the best bracelet with matching earrings.  It was a very pretty green and had the kid's names on it--I love it.  Below are pictures of our special day and the excitement in Kamryn's face over her new dollhouse.


Well, I am having problems loading pics right now.  Pictures will fall shortly, I will try again later.  Right now I need to console Kyle, his Horns are not doing very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-6842267495054306196?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6842267495054306196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6842267495054306196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6842267495054306196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6842267495054306196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1289494623144066061</id><published>2009-12-23T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:26:02.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflux update</title><content type='html'>Well, today was the day we visited Kamryn's urologist--wasn't exactly what I was hoping for.  I was really looking for the she is getting better and keep doing what we are doing.  We almost got that--her reflux is looking better and it looks like she could grow out of it; however, there is another issue now.  Her right kidney is smaller than her left--I ask about this--could it be a problem.  Well, apparently it is a problem, this could mean she has kidney damage--oh, and did I mention that can't be fixed.  So, he wants us to have some more tests done and see him--all in the same day.  This will not be an easy task, and it will all have to be done at the medical center--downtown.  If the results of the test show there is kidney damage, then we have to stop the preventive medication and fix the reflux--which means surgery.  So, I was a bit freaked and upset this morning.  The doctor is about 30 - 45 minutes from our house--there was not a word spoken all the way home.  So, I have now had time to process it and I am mainly scared and worried because of the unknown.  It took us 6 weeks to get this appointment, I really hope I do not have to wait that long again.  So, again I will pass on what information I have when received.  I am not looking for sympathy or pitty, I know there are kids out there a lot worse--but please keep Kamryn in your prayers that there is not too much damage and that we can move passed this soon.  Not too make matters worse, it appears she may be developing another yeast infection--those are not fun when you understand what is going on.  It is not slowing her down though--Christmas is coming you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-1289494623144066061?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1289494623144066061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1289494623144066061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1289494623144066061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1289494623144066061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflux-update.html' title='Reflux update'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-6679181724548481460</id><published>2009-12-17T21:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:56:53.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma.....really?</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a long time, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; got sick and then apparently me. Oh yeah and between all that I am trying to get ready for my parent's birthday party here on Saturday and did any of you realize Christmas is next week.

Well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; ended up with another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt;. Really, I thought this is why we were giving her preventive medicine every night. This is going on my list of questions for her specialist next week.

Then I start to get sick this weekend. The sneezing and the coughing started getting bad, but I live in South Texas. The weather changes hourly and that does a number on the allergies. I know this and I have adapted to this. When you go to the doctor they always say the same thing, it is a virus and it needs to run its course--and I pay money for them to tell me this. So, I normally don't go to the doctor unless there is a fever and green stuff--this will normally mean an infection and something can be given. So, no fever no green--work as usual (you all have meant my father right). Except Tuesday threw a wrench into my theory. I woke up with such a bad headache I got up took some cold medicine with headache pain and laid back down for a little while. Headache would not go away, I would get up and brush my teeth--could stand up any longer and had to lay down again. After about the third time trying to get up and get ready for work, decided was not going to happen. Made the appropriate calls and waited for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zayne&lt;/span&gt; to come home so I could find a doctor. Side note: do not like my primary anymore--was not happy the last 2 times I went and something about the home page advertising specials on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;botox&lt;/span&gt; really turned me off. Not really sure what happened to the place, but does not make me feel good about it. So we found a local urgent care place and off we went. Didn't have to wait too long and back I went (alone--they made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zayne&lt;/span&gt; wait in the lobby). The doctor listened to my lungs and started asking me if I smoked or was ever diagnosed with asthma. I am started to freak now and begin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zayne&lt;/span&gt;--who was just full of funny comments. They had me take some test breathing through tube and apparently I am only breathing at 13--not good, doc said sever blockage. So, they gave me a breathing treatment and checked again, this time I am up to a 30. The doc said he would like me to be a 50, but I was okay enough to go home with lots of medicine.

So, apparently I have seasonal asthma and I am now the proud owner of my own inhaler--which I think has speed in it because I am jittery with all this energy after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inhaling&lt;/span&gt;. I know asthma is not some life threatening ailment--but it means I have a box to check on medical history. The funny part is now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zayne&lt;/span&gt; blames another one my Kyle's and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kamryn's&lt;/span&gt; ailments on me. Kyle was diagnosed with an asthma a few years ago and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wheezing&lt;/span&gt; problems sometimes--so now these are my fault (in case anyone has forgotten, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zayne&lt;/span&gt; is perfect).

So, now we are all on our way to getting better and I can get ready for all of our fun holiday festivities. In case I don't have a chance to get back on in the next week I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Hopefully the holidays are good and safe for everyone!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-6679181724548481460?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6679181724548481460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6679181724548481460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6679181724548481460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6679181724548481460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/12/asthmareally.html' title='Asthma.....really?'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-9176919425152094193</id><published>2009-11-25T08:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:48:55.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn's Reflux Update</title><content type='html'>On Monday we took Kamryn for her most favoritest test (not really).  To refresh some people, about a year ago Kamryn got a urinary tract infection (UTI) and when this happens in children under 3 they run tests to make sure there isn't some underlying problem.  Well Kamryn did, minor, but this is when we found out she bilateral reflux.  For those that don't remember, or didn't know, this is where the tube from the kidney's to the bladder basically goes straight in instead of at an angle.  This will cause urine to reflux up into the kidneys which could cause problems.  Kamryn's is minor and did not need surgery at the time, but we have to give her preventive antibiotics (which is very difficult for two parents who don't like having to rely on medication) and she needs to retake the tests in a year.  So now we are up to speed.  We went last week for the ultrasound and this week for the VCUG.  The VCUG is the one that they put a catheter in her and fill her bladder up with dye and then she has to pee so they can see if any goes up.  Well, it still does so we have to keep her on the medicine.  We have only seen the radiologist and all he had was the test at hand--not the one from last year to compare.  So I am not sure if it is better, worse, or the same.  We will see the urologist Dec 23 and should have more information at that time.  Just wanted to keep everyone posted, she does great--no infections or anything so we are still positive on the fact she will outgrow this and not have to have surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-9176919425152094193?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9176919425152094193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=9176919425152094193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/9176919425152094193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/9176919425152094193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/11/kamryns-reflux-update.html' title='Kamryn&apos;s Reflux Update'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8875293647024709539</id><published>2009-11-23T09:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:44:57.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney On Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Kamryn to her first ice capades, Disney on Ice was in town--and she loves Mickey and the princess'. She was really not sure about it, you could tell she was really watching though. She was trying to take it all in, her little head was just moving all around. She knows Mickey (she LOVES watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse) and she knew the princess'--she just wasn't sure about the rest. Kyle didn't want to go (can't imagine why not), so it was just the three of us--and she got to go to Denny's when it was over. Below are some pictures, we borrowed brother's camera so bare with the quality of some of the pictures. She wore her "pretty princess" dress, I didn't get them in the picture, but her Disney Princess boots. She loves those boots. &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn and her daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsGyOnWzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Y2YAU6RKlSE/s1600/S6300039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323535173966642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsGyOnWzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Y2YAU6RKlSE/s320/S6300039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mickey and Minnie started off the show
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqrxCVYUVI/AAAAAAAAAis/TUqaJUKpbHY/s1600/S6300012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323161540186450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqrxCVYUVI/AAAAAAAAAis/TUqaJUKpbHY/s320/S6300012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snow White and her Prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqrxQjB2sI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sls2MJeyNf0/s1600/S6300028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323165355530946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqrxQjB2sI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sls2MJeyNf0/s320/S6300028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Here comes Goofy
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Swqrxv2hhJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OtGxAdGZOiY/s1600/S6300031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323173758796946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Swqrxv2hhJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OtGxAdGZOiY/s320/S6300031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And don't forget Donald
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Swqrx-2os9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/QV8l7qOVvtM/s1600/S6300033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323177785799634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Swqrx-2os9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/QV8l7qOVvtM/s320/S6300033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Mickey came down from the ceiling in a hot air balloon--she thought that was neat and silly
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Swqryrpv0eI/AAAAAAAAAjM/RenShelObb8/s1600/S6300036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323189811335650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Swqryrpv0eI/AAAAAAAAAjM/RenShelObb8/s320/S6300036.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;Goofy and Mickey again, they are the band leaders
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsHKtsqnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ejRaIrP-nlA/s1600/S6300042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323541746788978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsHKtsqnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ejRaIrP-nlA/s320/S6300042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Lion King--Hakuna Matata is mommy's favorite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsHZ1JYkI/AAAAAAAAAjk/D9zv_44LgGo/s1600/S6300056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323545804563010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsHZ1JYkI/AAAAAAAAAjk/D9zv_44LgGo/s320/S6300056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Here is the finale with all the characters
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsHt0s5vI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3EU6FEPtYIU/s1600/S6300057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323551171405554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsHt0s5vI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3EU6FEPtYIU/s320/S6300057.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;Dinner at Denny's--Kamryn loves her eggs now (still a big fan of pancakes too)
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsICLD1VI/AAAAAAAAAj0/OQJY3slPP2M/s1600/S6300065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323556633892178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsICLD1VI/AAAAAAAAAj0/OQJY3slPP2M/s320/S6300065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8875293647024709539?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8875293647024709539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8875293647024709539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8875293647024709539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8875293647024709539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/11/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney On Ice'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SwqsGyOnWzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Y2YAU6RKlSE/s72-c/S6300039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3001697563521916262</id><published>2009-11-08T20:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:36:47.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I just realized I never posted the Halloween pictures. We had our annual chili night and the girls were adorable. Mom and Dad (Pops) came over, Zayne's parents and Tricia came with Angela. Kyle decided this year he was too cool to hang out with the "ole family" so he followed the girls with his friends. Zayne, Julie and Tricia took Kamryn and Angela trick or treating. Kamryn was a ladybug (that is what her dad calls her) and Angela was a princess. They started to realize this year what was going on and was excited. They lasted about an hour and then they came back and Kamryn helped pass out candy, she thought that was a lot of fun. Below are some pictures, hope you enjoy!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn and Nana playing with her toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, Nana--it goes like this.
 &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8r_5sf1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JMLPPCH84qk/s1600-h/PICT1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923373383843666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8r_5sf1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JMLPPCH84qk/s320/PICT1636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn and Angela really enjoyed swinging with Kamryn's Paw Paw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8r_jX9iI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7JDAQlaBwYg/s1600-h/PICT1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923373290223138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8r_jX9iI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7JDAQlaBwYg/s320/PICT1638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Aren't we just the cutest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little ladybug and a princess--we are ready to go.
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8sNWpqPI/AAAAAAAAAhg/-x51EgDMrTI/s1600-h/PICT1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8sSKcWaI/AAAAAAAAAho/O8sUECrVs4g/s1600-h/PICT1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923378285926818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8sSKcWaI/AAAAAAAAAho/O8sUECrVs4g/s320/PICT1642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

And we are off!!!!!!
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8s6lbxyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/D7Msygq162o/s1600-h/PICT1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923389136553762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8s6lbxyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/D7Msygq162o/s320/PICT1645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look what we got Nana!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9HAq2Q2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/DwGHWEMT-E4/s1600-h/PICT1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923837446472546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9HAq2Q2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/DwGHWEMT-E4/s320/PICT1649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Here we go, swinging again--this time with Nana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you tell these girls love to swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9HSUbM-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/PKIihCiEg28/s1600-h/PICT1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923842184262626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9HSUbM-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/PKIihCiEg28/s320/PICT1653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even with all the chocolate we have eaten, we are starting to get tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9HtQkMPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/E2knsLNn9us/s1600-h/PICT1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923849415831794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9HtQkMPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/E2knsLNn9us/s320/PICT1654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              Kamryn the little ladybug.                                        I even have Halloween pajamas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9H9D5lQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MTeBHbPnjRU/s1600-h/PICT1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923853657675010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9H9D5lQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MTeBHbPnjRU/s320/PICT1658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9Hxf5XJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/IAb3ogCaq1Q/s1600-h/PICT1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923850553875602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9Hxf5XJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/IAb3ogCaq1Q/s320/PICT1661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd9Hxf5XJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/IAb3ogCaq1Q/s1600-h/PICT1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3001697563521916262?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3001697563521916262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3001697563521916262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3001697563521916262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3001697563521916262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Svd8r_5sf1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JMLPPCH84qk/s72-c/PICT1636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8017204891647366876</id><published>2009-11-03T15:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:06:17.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn's First Visit to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>I know, it is pretty sad my daughter is 2 and a half and she hasn't been to the zoo yet. I really wanted to wait until she could really enjoy the whole experience. So last week my mom and I took a day off work and spent the day at the zoo. Kamryn really loved it, she had a few meltdowns (expected with no nap) but was great overall. The first exhibit we went to was the rain forest and there was this section with a squirrel. This squirrel was running around and trying to dig in the sand for food. Kamryn was apparently yelling at the squirrel to eat its food. We were there for about 10 minutes watching this--I thought to myself at this rate it will take us three days to get through the zoo. We finally made it through there and off to some more. She was not sure about the monkeys though. She loves monkeys, she has a Curious George monkey and she absolutely loves him. She loved this stuffed animal to the point that we have monkey jewelry and several monkey pajamas. However, when you go to the zoo the monkeys don't look like her monkey at home so she thought we were crazy. Below are some pictures and I will add more with them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
In the rain forest building, there was this tube you could crawl through and be surrounded by the fish--Kamryn thought it would be cute to smoosh her face on the glass.
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She really loved watching the "pretty fish" swimming around too.  That is my girl--I could sit there for hours watching the fish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmhxBASJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hQFwJE6TJxk/s1600-h/PICT1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399999052240668818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmhxBASJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hQFwJE6TJxk/s320/PICT1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another animal she really likes are "baby elephants" (I believe this is my grandmother watching over her).  I don't think she anticipated the elephants being so large.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the children's zoo section there is a carousel, unlike her mother, Kamryn did not enjoy sitting on an animal and going around in circles.  She prefers to just sit on the bench.

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She really loved the playground though, she would slide down and then run around for another turn--she could have stayed here all day.  Except, a little girl took too long and it was the beginning of one of the meltdowns.
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There was also a petting zoo.  This was right after the playground meltdown so at first she wanted nothing to with touching or brushing the animals.  We finally got over the meltdown and then we had to brush every animal there.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmvpFsLOI/AAAAAAAAAgw/o3blT2iNhso/s1600-h/PICT1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399999290631007458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmvpFsLOI/AAAAAAAAAgw/o3blT2iNhso/s320/PICT1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had this pretty cool exhibit where she could stand up in these domes like she was a gopher.  It took awhile for us to be able to see her--she is on her tippie toes.  You can't tell in the picture, but there are gophers around the domes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmvxRCSHI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8QiTDgiu4NE/s1600-h/PICT1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399999292826077298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmvxRCSHI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8QiTDgiu4NE/s320/PICT1617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random statue there that Kamryn wanted to sit on.  I believe it was a buffalo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmwO3UY5I/AAAAAAAAAhA/p6c8woSN23c/s1600-h/PICT1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399999300771275666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmwO3UY5I/AAAAAAAAAhA/p6c8woSN23c/s320/PICT1622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then of course you can't leave the zoo without riding the train.  However, next time we may do it first before she gets tired--I think she would enjoy it better.  She was on her last stretch at this point--she fell asleep before we got on the freeway to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmwIXWhGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/oYb1Tbe4-1E/s1600-h/PICT1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399999299026584674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmwIXWhGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/oYb1Tbe4-1E/s320/PICT1623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8017204891647366876?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8017204891647366876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8017204891647366876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8017204891647366876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8017204891647366876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/11/kamryns-first-visit-to-zoo.html' title='Kamryn&apos;s First Visit to the Zoo'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SvCmhjnzzWI/AAAAAAAAAgI/q7P12ZCjyow/s72-c/PICT1580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-6355224550853170227</id><published>2009-10-25T21:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:03:40.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Charles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend Zayne's cousin got married in Lake Charles, so off to Louisiana we went. It was a nice weekend, didn't start off too good, but it managed to turn around. Kyle got some kind of 24 hour thing Thursday night and we weren't sure how he was going to be. He slept on the way out there and by the end of Friday night he was back to himself. It was a lot of fun, some of Zayne's cousins from Nebraska and S. Carolina were there. All of his aunts and uncles were there too. Grandma is not doing so well lately so it was nice to see her too. Zayne has been able to make it to the reunions lately; however, due to the timing of the reunions and busy times at work I have not been able to make it, so it has been years since I have seen some of the family. It was so nice to see them, I also met some new additions I have never met. Kyle got out and did some dancing, rather cute watching Kyle do the YMCA (definitely a picture below). The weekend seem to come to an end too quick, with everyone else traveling farther--everyone left early on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma, Zayne and Kamryn
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUP-1FpgrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GKnBuQRjAxk/s1600-h/PICT1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737300550484658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUP-1FpgrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GKnBuQRjAxk/s320/PICT1559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle dancing with Zayne's cousin Judi and her daughter Dana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUP_AhnBZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ywOhd52pLbE/s1600-h/PICT1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737303620552082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUP_AhnBZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ywOhd52pLbE/s320/PICT1561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my little boy doing the YMCA.
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUP_UEGzRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7oJxs4tHvnU/s1600-h/PICT1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737308865514770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUP_UEGzRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7oJxs4tHvnU/s320/PICT1562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne's cousins Jodi and Judi
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUP_0ep6sI/AAAAAAAAAfw/J2CQ9txHvCc/s1600-h/PICT1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737317566802626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUP_0ep6sI/AAAAAAAAAfw/J2CQ9txHvCc/s320/PICT1566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle with Zayne's Aunt Nora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have a cute "inside joke" about ironing.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUQAE2GoOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MW1ifOv6420/s1600-h/PICT1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737321960120546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUQAE2GoOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MW1ifOv6420/s320/PICT1567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and Kamryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUQIfNw3KI/AAAAAAAAAgA/GC9TDFE2xvU/s1600-h/PICT1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737466477632674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUQIfNw3KI/AAAAAAAAAgA/GC9TDFE2xvU/s320/PICT1565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamryn took her first visit to the zoo this past weekend--will post soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;





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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-6355224550853170227?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6355224550853170227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6355224550853170227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6355224550853170227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6355224550853170227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/lake-charles.html' title='Lake Charles'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SuUP-1FpgrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GKnBuQRjAxk/s72-c/PICT1559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2374036949376677640</id><published>2009-10-11T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:32:36.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>I somehow posted the pictures before describing them or checking my spelling.  The first set are of the work on the house.  Then there are pictures of Kyle, they started having him hold the ball now too.  There is also a pic of Angela at the game.  Then the pictures of the cook-off--all the entries we turned in.  There is also a picture of pops--this is what happens when you fall asleep around Kyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-2374036949376677640?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2374036949376677640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2374036949376677640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2374036949376677640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2374036949376677640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-554481238383999721</id><published>2009-10-11T20:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:28:35.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Well what a week it has been. Uncle Jim came into town last Sunday night and he and Zayne did work on dad's house. And this time it went by with no injuries!!! Uncle Jim took pictures of some of the work in progress, I will post them later. Tuesday night Kyle had a football game, probably one of his best. It had rained a lot here and they didn't want our fields to get messed up so he got to play at the high school on astroturf. They won their game and they are now 4 and 0.  Of course more pictures to follow. Then this weekend we had another cook-off. This one was the Fire Fest, kind of where it all started for us. 2 years ago Zayne, Mike and Adam did the cook-off as a team; this year each of them were on their own team with their wives. It was a lot of fun-and very exciting for us. My dessert got 1st place and Zayne placed 3rd in chicken and 5th in ribs. It was all around a GREAT weekend, even though it rained on us and we were in a mud pool.
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and Austin getting ready to start their cook-off, they were both really excited. We were all pretty excited for them too. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTif0vwUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uOBweSfyU8Y/s1600-h/PICT1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381893406831132994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTif0vwUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uOBweSfyU8Y/s320/PICT1303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTizswoLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/qNXqRUI2v6o/s1600-h/PICT1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381893412166344882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTizswoLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/qNXqRUI2v6o/s320/PICT1323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTjYskpzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Lt_pcHwHcqw/s1600-h/PICT1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTkaFG8lI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qmwD1Nd8C0Y/s1600-h/PICT1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTizswoLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/qNXqRUI2v6o/s1600-h/PICT1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The burgers Kyle turned in for his cook-off (yes, they look familiar--he used my recipe, which really made me proud).

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBWPsp4haI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mchCMoxnGzY/s1600-h/PICT1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381896382392599970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBWPsp4haI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mchCMoxnGzY/s320/PICT1371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTjxbhecI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4L1yXHdkO0o/s1600-h/PICT1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;







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&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;div align="center"&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and Kamryn spending quality brother/sister time together in the pool. I really love these peaceful moments.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTkaFG8lI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qmwD1Nd8C0Y/s1600-h/PICT1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381893439648887378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTkaFG8lI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qmwD1Nd8C0Y/s320/PICT1427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;













&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTjxbhecI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4L1yXHdkO0o/s1600-h/PICT1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381893428737046978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTjxbhecI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4L1yXHdkO0o/s320/PICT1426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8996737455765104627?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8996737455765104627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8996737455765104627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8996737455765104627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8996737455765104627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SrBTif0vwUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uOBweSfyU8Y/s72-c/PICT1303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-4467780926238498820</id><published>2009-08-20T13:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:39:01.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY</title><content type='html'>Okay, sorry it has been a month since I have updated the blog. I could really come up with so many "excuses", but the bottom line is--life. There has been a lot going on here at work and outside, so most days I have been going home and just vegging. But I am back, let's see--what has been going on. We had another cook-off--not so good, we don't talk about it. Then we went to the lake house for a weekend. We ended up not getting the jet skis, but it was still nice. It is just really nice to get away for a couple of days sometimes. We did go swimming in the lake and Kamryn really loved it, she is a lot like her brother--they both like the water. My cousin came into town with her new 5 month old boy. He was so cute and it was so sweet seeing Kamryn and Angela with him. Kamryn was so excited about seeing "baby Logan" she waited by the door for about 20 minutes. We get to my aunt's and she turns into super shy and won't go near the baby. That is until she thought mom was spending too much time with him. She warmed up to him before we left. I guess to wrap up the last month, last weekend we spent the day with some of my co-workers at another lake. This time there was jet skis and Kamryn got to go for a ride. She really loved them--that is as long as you keep it under 20 miles an hour. We spent most of the day out there, it was a lot of fun. I have some pictures of the last month to post. Not a whole lot going on right now. Kyle starts 8th grade on Monday, he will be big guy on campus for the year--next year he will be back at the bottom as a freshman. We have cook-off Labor Day weekend, this is a big one too--normally about 100 teams, so we will see how it goes. I will really try not to take so long in between posts.

&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne and Kamryn on a morning stroll at lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2Wzrp68eI/AAAAAAAAAa4/yP1ePXgSzxM/s1600-h/PICT1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372115745158918626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2Wzrp68eI/AAAAAAAAAa4/yP1ePXgSzxM/s320/PICT1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne throwing Kamryn up while we were swimming in the lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2Wzw5lNBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cmPNCt-SdY8/s1600-h/PICT1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372115746566779922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2Wzw5lNBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cmPNCt-SdY8/s320/PICT1148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn chilling in a floating at my aunt's &amp;amp; uncle's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W0S52wII/AAAAAAAAAbI/bV9LcXzikSk/s1600-h/PICT1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372115755694735490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W0S52wII/AAAAAAAAAbI/bV9LcXzikSk/s320/PICT1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Baby Logan" chilling in the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W0p8Y42I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SlrY9ZxQwcI/s1600-h/PICT1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372115761879376738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W0p8Y42I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SlrY9ZxQwcI/s320/PICT1224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn and Angela watching Logan eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W04TAFwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uRoRabfLhwE/s1600-h/PICT1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372115765732316930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W04TAFwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uRoRabfLhwE/s320/PICT1245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn was giving Logan kisses, camera was just cooperating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W-A0oceI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8qwi32_Epe0/s1600-h/PICT1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372115922639679970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W-A0oceI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8qwi32_Epe0/s320/PICT1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne and Kamryn on the jet ski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W-wnAXrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Ktf8lTo8u1E/s1600-h/PICT1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372115935467429554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W-wnAXrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Ktf8lTo8u1E/s320/PICT1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a random picture of them--I just really like this--really shows the monkey see monkey do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W-p6jbOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wiGIVC_bqRY/s1600-h/PICT1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372115933670370530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2W-p6jbOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wiGIVC_bqRY/s320/PICT1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-4467780926238498820?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4467780926238498820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=4467780926238498820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4467780926238498820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4467780926238498820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry.html' title='SORRY'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/So2Wzrp68eI/AAAAAAAAAa4/yP1ePXgSzxM/s72-c/PICT1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2758337419126586687</id><published>2009-07-19T10:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:08:47.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Dogg Cookers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a very good weekend, this was our first cook-off with Zayne's new pit. It was also the hottest one we have been too and I ended up getting sick. We got there Friday afternoon and the fun started. We just hung out and had a good time. We had 2 campers set up facing each other and set up our little "commune". It was us, J&amp;amp;A cookers (Mike, Kathy &amp;amp; Austin). We also had the Smokin' Aces (Richard &amp;amp; Teresea). We got up Sat morning and made breakfast (and got the Pitts started). I made Zayne's family famous beignets for everyone. Then the work started (in between going inside the camper to cool off). The categories were beans, open, ribs and brisket. Zayne tried his hand at beans (didn't place). I made my burgers and got 9th place, Zayne got 2nd on his ribs and 7th on his brisket. But the best part of it all, was we got overall champions--and the trophy is so cool. I do need to shout out a thank you to the Scafuri's. They were so great in letting us stay in their A/C and Mike has been a big help to Zayne in his venture of his own team. Zayne is really excited about our first venture on his own. I will post pictures below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Beignets Sat morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBytSbn3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Cq_i_6qbt_M/s1600-h/PICT1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360200320907190130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBytSbn3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Cq_i_6qbt_M/s320/PICT1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Burgers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBy2cOVJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_LVkrQA_ngo/s1600-h/PICT1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360200323364181138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBy2cOVJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_LVkrQA_ngo/s320/PICT1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne's Ribs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBzFF3zYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Wxb95rewkvs/s1600-h/PICT1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360200327296961922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBzFF3zYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Wxb95rewkvs/s320/PICT1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne's Brisket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBzB9iDiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/H4oc5iYGjWM/s1600-h/PICT1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360200326456675874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBzB9iDiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/H4oc5iYGjWM/s320/PICT1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike's open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBy_cwebI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jSjis2PE_cU/s1600-h/PICT1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360200325782337970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBy_cwebI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jSjis2PE_cU/s320/PICT1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for the awards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne, Richard and Teresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCfF8CPLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aJlSFC6Iwz0/s1600-h/PICT1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360201083438382258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCfF8CPLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aJlSFC6Iwz0/s320/PICT1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike and Kyle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCfQtgtFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/phC-BxkHDRY/s1600-h/PICT1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360201086330254418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCfQtgtFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/phC-BxkHDRY/s320/PICT1119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kathy &amp;amp; Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCfmy60yI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0mNIy86yjVo/s1600-h/PICT1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360201092258517794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCfmy60yI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0mNIy86yjVo/s320/PICT1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle getting the 2nd place Ribs award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCfzKnNEI/AAAAAAAAAag/EMm83_g265Q/s1600-h/PICT1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360201095579120706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCfzKnNEI/AAAAAAAAAag/EMm83_g265Q/s320/PICT1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picking up the overall champion award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCgECHogI/AAAAAAAAAao/vl_xCrGiuDA/s1600-h/PICT1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360201100106899970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNCgECHogI/AAAAAAAAAao/vl_xCrGiuDA/s320/PICT1136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The trophy and award on Zayne's new pit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNEZ_RtfEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wfaStJyTxPQ/s1600-h/PICT1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360203194774158402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNEZ_RtfEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wfaStJyTxPQ/s320/PICT1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-2758337419126586687?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2758337419126586687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2758337419126586687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2758337419126586687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2758337419126586687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/fire-dogg-cookers.html' title='Fire Dogg Cookers'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SmNBytSbn3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Cq_i_6qbt_M/s72-c/PICT1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8089377739183078649</id><published>2009-07-11T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:28:57.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big girl now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, mom and dad made the plunge--Kamryn got a "big girl" bed. We got it this morning and Zayne put it together when we got home. She was excited, she thought it was a new toy. Then it was time for bed, and meltdown. She wanted to sleep in mommy's bed, I told her she had her own big girl bed now. The problem was I was also trying to use this to get her to give up her pacifier--didn't work. I gave her the pacifier and she laid down and was asleep in about 10 minutes. So the big girl bed is a success, but more work on the pacifier. Mom is not giving up yet, it is going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the potty training front, she is doing good. No more diapers at school and we ran errands twice today--both times in panties and both times no accidents. We might just be on the home stretch yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are pictures of the big girl bed, see how happy she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Slk79O_YMyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/290VXsPAaSg/s1600-h/PICT1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357379154915898146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Slk79O_YMyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/290VXsPAaSg/s320/PICT1048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Slk79OXTBiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/A2S9V7dEb6M/s1600-h/PICT1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357379154747786786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Slk79OXTBiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/A2S9V7dEb6M/s320/PICT1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8089377739183078649?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8089377739183078649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8089377739183078649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8089377739183078649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8089377739183078649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-big-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big girl now'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Slk79O_YMyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/290VXsPAaSg/s72-c/PICT1048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-6280674018339525262</id><published>2009-07-11T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:22:02.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zayne's New Toy</title><content type='html'>Well, Zayne finally got his own pit, and boy is he excited. We have a cook-off next weekend and he wanted to try it out first so we picked it up today. There are still a few things that need to be done to it, but it was done enough for this weekend. This is a big investment so I told him he needs to win a lot!!!!! We do have a lot of fun at these cook offs so it is worth it. Below are some pictures of his new "toy". &lt;div&gt;
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&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/8537047956890112119-6280674018339525262?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6280674018339525262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6280674018339525262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6280674018339525262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6280674018339525262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/zaynes-new-toy.html' title='Zayne&apos;s New Toy'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Slk6HcgKCHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/FXJLXmimaz0/s72-c/PICT1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3796256632928519232</id><published>2009-07-08T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:48:56.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, we are still here</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been so long since a post.  We all took a "small" vacation and then Zayne and the kids went to Nebraska.  I was hoping to post some pictures and stories about their trip; HOWEVER, something about sending dad and the kids--camera never got taken out.

Last Tuesday we took Kamryn to her first water park.  She absolutely loved it.  I couldn't get her sunscreen on fast enough (and yet she still burned a little bit).  She just played and laughed, she even loved riding around on the lazy river.  Towards the end of the day I took her on a little bit bigger slide, she really enjoyed that too.  Kyle of course had fun too, him and Zayne went on the non-mommy rides and I hung out with Kamryn.  We got there at 10 and surprisingly she last til almost 4.  That is when she passed out.  I held her in the shade so Kyle could go ride the last of the rides he wanted to.  She still talks about the water park, she is our little fish--she loves the water.  Every Wed at school they wear their bathing suits to school because the play in the splash pad.

The next day after to water park trip, Zayne and the kids left for their trip to Nebraska.  Zayne's mom's family reunion is the 4th of July weekend, so they spent almost a week (they left Wed am and got back Mon pm).  OMG--culture shock for mom.  I did some shopping, going through stuff, cleaning and bonding time with my mom.  All in all it was a nice LONG weekend and I got a lot done, but I was sure glad to see them come home.

Update on growing Kami.  Well, we had a little set back with the potty training this past week, but yesterday I think we got back on track.  And it looks like this week she is going to move into her "big girl" bed.  Boy, they sure do grow up fast.

I will get some pictures taken and update.  She is growing up so fast.  And can anyone believe Kyle is going into the 8th grade.  One more year and he will be in high school, lets see if we all survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3796256632928519232?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3796256632928519232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3796256632928519232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3796256632928519232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3796256632928519232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-we-are-still-here.html' title='Yes, we are still here'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8248634864526549975</id><published>2009-06-25T09:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:15:36.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why golfer's need fashion help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why is it that golfer's seem to feel the need to be loud in what they wear. Have they not been told what matches and what doesn't--haven't their mothers taught them anything. With that said, I think sometimes it is that dad's don't pay attention, take my son for example. Yesterday Zayne and Kyle went golfing with some friends, and somehow Kyle managed to get out of the house dressed the way he was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SkOFcEM4woI/AAAAAAAAAYg/m9LeWaZ9GJk/s1600-h/Kyle+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351267499456905858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SkOFcEM4woI/AAAAAAAAAYg/m9LeWaZ9GJk/s320/Kyle+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SkOFccwUVLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QzDt3kcM1mQ/s1600-h/Kyle+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351267506047964338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SkOFccwUVLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QzDt3kcM1mQ/s320/Kyle+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't even know where to begin.  First, everyone knows that you don't mix plaid with print--not to mention the fact that the colors don't even match.  And really, while the Astros are almost in last place and the Cardinals are in first they are going to let him out in the streets of Houston wearing a Pujols shirt.  I really think the golf world needs a lesson in what is appropriate and looks nice.  The funniest part of all this, when he was asked why he did it his response was to embarrass his dad--yet, he did not want me to post this.  But as he dad mentioned last night--if he got posted in dinosaur footsie pajamas, this picture was definitely making it to the Internet.

&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/8537047956890112119-8248634864526549975?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8248634864526549975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8248634864526549975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8248634864526549975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8248634864526549975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-why-golfers-need-fashion-help.html' title='This is why golfer&apos;s need fashion help'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SkOFcEM4woI/AAAAAAAAAYg/m9LeWaZ9GJk/s72-c/Kyle+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1096996260146107044</id><published>2009-06-21T19:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:28:39.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Haircut</title><content type='html'>We finally got tired of pushing Kamryn's hair out of her eyes so we decided it was time for a "trim". There is a place at the mall that really caters to children so I wanted to take Kamryn there for her first haircut, so off we went. She really was good---since she really didn't move. She really was not sure about the whole experience, she almost look scared. She got her haircut and the lady asked if we wanted her hair fixed, I said sure--this was her first haircut. She then asked if we wanted glitter, again I said sure after all it is her first haircut. Zayne and I thought there would be a little glitter, she just kept pouring. That was Saturday afternoon, I washed her hair 3 times last night, she had a bath tonight and I am still finding glitter. But, it was her first haircut and it was adorable.
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go, haircut #1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sj7PC5z2QcI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1qSXla8dMuQ/s1600-h/PICT1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349941056147702210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sj7PC5z2QcI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1qSXla8dMuQ/s320/PICT1034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Really mom, did we have to do this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sj7PDH3li9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/lXrGr9docIk/s1600-h/PICT1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349941059921480658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sj7PDH3li9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/lXrGr9docIk/s320/PICT1035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a "little" glitter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sj7PDZPj6uI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tJhKkrBrytU/s1600-h/PICT1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349941064585439970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sj7PDZPj6uI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tJhKkrBrytU/s320/PICT1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am the fairest one of all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sj7PDsECUUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Q33NfMJm__8/s1600-h/PICT1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349941069637374274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sj7PDsECUUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Q33NfMJm__8/s320/PICT1037.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/8537047956890112119-1096996260146107044?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1096996260146107044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1096996260146107044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1096996260146107044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1096996260146107044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-haircut.html' title='My First Haircut'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sj7PC5z2QcI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1qSXla8dMuQ/s72-c/PICT1034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-5713591204637037379</id><published>2009-06-19T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:43:18.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Progress</title><content type='html'>We are slowly making progress, but getting there.  Thanks to Jenny we have a new strategy--candy.  Most everyone knows how my daughter LOVES M&amp;amp;M's, so that is the new bribe.  Jenny suggested that she get one M&amp;amp;M for peeing and 2 for pooping.  So now when we are trying to get her to go, I put an M&amp;amp;M on the counter so she can see and tell her she gets it once she goes pee pee like a big girl.  So, Kamryn actually got 2 M&amp;amp;M's for breakfast this morning.  It was really sweet too, she was so proud of herself--she had such a smile you could tell she was proud of herself.  She is also starting to tell her self "good girl" when she goes.  She is getting the hang of what is supposed to happen, the problem is knowing when to go.  Baby steps though, baby steps--we will get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-5713591204637037379?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5713591204637037379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=5713591204637037379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5713591204637037379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5713591204637037379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-progress.html' title='Making Progress'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3111523130179992073</id><published>2009-06-16T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:35:29.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Potty, Go</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that this will be a shocker to those that know me, but I have little patience.  I know, I know I hear all the gasps, but it is true.  So after going through 5 pairs of panties in one day--we of course bought more and we bought a video.  So, we now have a video to watch and songs to sing.  We already started to sing songs while on the potty, mainly to distract and calm Kamryn down.  We sing ABC's, we root for the Astros and every once in awhile we get to go through town on a bus.  Now we get to add the potty song.  With that said, we are gaining progress.  Saturday was a challenge, but Sunday got better.  We had to run a few errands and she actually did not wet while we were out, we had to check out the bathrooms at the baby store and Target--and of course we were wearing pull ups so there wouldn't be as much of a mess.  Of course when I say we had to check them out, that is all we did--no potty action.  BUT Monday morning and last night Kamryn earned herself some stickers and again this morning.  We may be making progress yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3111523130179992073?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3111523130179992073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3111523130179992073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3111523130179992073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3111523130179992073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-potty-go.html' title='Go Potty, Go'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3063840379938378980</id><published>2009-06-11T19:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:37:40.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pretty Princess Panties</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is what I said panties, and now it begins.  About a month ago we got Kamryn a "big girl" potty--it has been more of a toy for her, but we wanted her to get used to it.  A few weeks ago they decided to transition her to the next class, so we decided to wait for her to get adjusted and then try the "potty training".  Her teacher told me the other day she is showing an interest, so off to the store Kamryn and I go for her first pair of panties.  Of course we got some My Little Pony and Disney Princess.  We also got pull ups, so we send her to school in a pull up and when she gets home we wear panties.  We have had some accidents and meltdowns but this morning was heartbreaking and humorous.  She actually went potty in the big girl potty this morning and she cried the whole time.  She was so unsure of what was going on it scared her, it was such sad scared tears--but she did it and mommy got so excited about.  She even got a sticker just like mommy promised.  I know it is just once, but it is SUCH a big step in the right direction.  Lets see what happens, will keep posted (if anything to help keep sanity).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3063840379938378980?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3063840379938378980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3063840379938378980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3063840379938378980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3063840379938378980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/pretty-pretty-princess-panties.html' title='Pretty Pretty Princess Panties'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-7406383284661047597</id><published>2009-06-07T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:30:33.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOO HOOO</title><content type='html'>Woo Hoo, I did it!!!!!!!!!!! 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As some of you know Zayne has been cooking on this cook-off team. Well the guy he has been cooking with had decided to have his own team with him and his wife, so Zayne and I decided to have our own team, FireDogg Cookers. Another couple of ours cooked with us. This was also the first time I have ever cooked anything for the competitions--I was so excited. Zayne cooked brisket, Denise cooked chicken, Adam &amp;amp; Zayne cooked brisket and I did the open. The open means you can cook anything but the 3 main meats and dessert. So for the past month I have been working on my Tex-Mex cheeseburger recipes, and we have eaten more than our share of hamburgers. So on my first time out I actually placed something--I got to take "the walk". I got 8th place (out of 29 teams). I was so excited--I even screamed!!!! Zayne got 15th on his ribs, Denise got 3rd on chicken and we got 12th on brisket. We also got 9th overall, we were all so excited (and yes I have pictures). Our other friends did very well--3rd in open, 1st in chicken, they placed in the top ten on brisket and ribs, unfortunately I can't remember exactly what (sorry guys). They placed 2nd overall--you rock J&amp;amp;A Catering (Mike &amp;amp; Kathy). It was so exciting-I have pictures below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
My award winning Tex-Mex burgers
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another picture of the burgers--how they were turned in
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Six2TRcLV6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/vha7EsZebiI/s1600-h/PICT1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344776931253114786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Six2TRcLV6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/vha7EsZebiI/s320/PICT1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken awards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike (1st place), Jan (2nd place) and Adam getting Denise's 3rd place chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jan actually won 1st place overall too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Six2TuZfFsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/UqLtW_bxNLk/s1600-h/PICT1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344776939026454210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Six2TuZfFsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/UqLtW_bxNLk/s320/PICT1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adam, Zayne and me picking up our 9th overall award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Six2ToMbNxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/18IEZek0kDE/s1600-h/PICT1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344776937361061650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Six2ToMbNxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/18IEZek0kDE/s320/PICT1026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures will follow later--I have pictures of all items!!!!!!!!!




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Below are some pool pictures of Zayne, Kyle, Kamryn and Angela&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-175152526166343508?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/175152526166343508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=175152526166343508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/175152526166343508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/175152526166343508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEpPXqvzmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wJfsoxkw_8s/s72-c/PICT0914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-4136097486242061619</id><published>2009-05-30T07:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:33:40.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zayne's family (Dad's side) has had a family reunion for years--places have changed and dates have changed, but same growing family getting together. As my previous blog it was iffy about us making it, but we did. It was really nice, and the kids enjoyed it. It is nice to spend the day with family, catch up on the latest and talk about "the old days". Even though I have been with Zayne for 18 years (can you believe that) each year I hear something new. There is a creek for the kids and lots of trails--Kyle enjoyed these, and he got to bring a friend this year. Kamyrn got to go down to the creek once and play in the sand. Kamryn got a great little patio set for her birthday (thanks to Uncle Jon, Aunt Jenny and Keelan), it was a great hit at the reunion. Kamryn was her typical shy self, but found a new friend in cousin Dakota (Zayne's niece). We have a few pics of the kids and some of the the family. The reunion is normally 3 days, we only made it for one this year--maybe more next year.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle's friend Jeremiah buried in the sand at the creek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkXAXIKuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/l0s9vC9lN4A/s1600-h/PICT0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341590610690714338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkXAXIKuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/l0s9vC9lN4A/s320/PICT0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and Jeremiah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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Kamryn having fun in the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkW1el7-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/voshIJaYSZI/s1600-h/PICT0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341590607769235426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkW1el7-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/voshIJaYSZI/s320/PICT0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Kamryn and Nana playing on the patio set--what a hit!

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Kamyrn and Dakota

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Can't really tell, but this is Zayne and his cousin Taylor getting a volleyball out of the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkyzdReEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yNAYWrvHjoo/s1600-h/PICT0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341591088263166018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkyzdReEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yNAYWrvHjoo/s320/PICT0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The four cousins--Dakota, Kyle, Kamryn and Cheyenne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkzGqFehI/AAAAAAAAAWA/e3s4yWdtbfY/s1600-h/PICT0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341591093417179666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkzGqFehI/AAAAAAAAAWA/e3s4yWdtbfY/s320/PICT0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danny and his family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Top row:  Paw Paw (Danny), Zayne, Kamryn, Nana (Julie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front row: Amy, Dakota, Kyle, Cheyenne, Hollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Charlie's flight hadn't come in yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkzd25zVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/O6_VG7D6nQY/s1600-h/PICT0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341591099644955986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkzd25zVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/O6_VG7D6nQY/s320/PICT0910.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/8537047956890112119-4136097486242061619?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4136097486242061619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=4136097486242061619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4136097486242061619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4136097486242061619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SiEkXAXIKuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/l0s9vC9lN4A/s72-c/PICT0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-5107438534662073016</id><published>2009-05-24T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:42:39.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish we had a camera handy</title><content type='html'>The things mothers (parents) will do.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; is apparently getting sick.  It started yesterday morning on the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zayne's&lt;/span&gt; family reunion (blog will follow later).  We were about half way there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; started coughing and choking, she wasn't eating anything so we were a little confused.  Well then lunch from the day before came up no longer confused.  We try to pull over, before we could she throws up again.  While we are pulled over I realize we left a box of the food home, so now we try to decide go home and get it or stop at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart.  We stop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, we pull in the parking lot and here she comes again.  I go into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and get the food and get her a new change of clothes.  We think she is good, something didn't agree so we go on to the reunion.  She was her usual shy, but started to play with Danny and Julie, so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; things were good, even though she really wouldn't eat or drink anything yesterday--Till this morning.

She was sitting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zayne&lt;/span&gt; and wanted some juice, thought this was a good sign until it came back up.  She follows me around saying something, but couldn't quite understand what.  We thought she was saying "shower time" but not sure.  I sit down on the couch and have her face me to try and talk to her.  As I am starting to ask her she throws on me--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; all over me.  Right into my face and then it puddled in my lap.  All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zayne&lt;/span&gt; and I could do was laugh and I am thinking--really?  Well we get everything cleaned up and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; and I took a shower--we will now see how the rest of the day goes.  She seems happy again, for now.

What we endure as parents, I have throw up all over my face (luckily all she had up to this point was juice) and down my front and still all we are concerned about was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-5107438534662073016?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5107438534662073016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=5107438534662073016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5107438534662073016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5107438534662073016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-we-had-camera-handy.html' title='Wish we had a camera handy'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2200924500985676984</id><published>2009-05-19T15:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:28:10.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Festival</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, the company that dad works for sells strawberries at the Strawberry Festival in Pasadena every year. When I was younger (not that much younger) I used to work at them, it paid for my prom dress one year. Well now, my son gets to help out and I get to be a spectator. We took mom for the first time this year too, we also had Angela since Tricia was working this year. The girls had fun together, they went to the petting zoo, rode horses and rode a train. Kamryn was not sure about the animals in the petting zoo, it didn't help that two of the goats locked horns and fought over the food.  It was hot, so we got slushies to share, well most of us shared--Kamryn is still working on that. There are some pictures below, none of Kyle--but he was working hard earning him some bucks! Apparently he was giving pops hourly updates of what he was earning. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn was sure about touching the animals
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU8lIIGUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9CZBysrdQb4/s1600-h/PICT0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337633014355073346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU8lIIGUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9CZBysrdQb4/s320/PICT0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She started to warm up them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU9KgSw6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/eOIHR3F5c9Q/s1600-h/PICT0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337633024388547490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU9KgSw6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/eOIHR3F5c9Q/s320/PICT0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She did like riding the horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU9Q5G6JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/DX-GFUH9D9A/s1600-h/PICT0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337633026103240850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU9Q5G6JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/DX-GFUH9D9A/s320/PICT0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angela enjoyed the horses too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU9mGDWWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WEl0AGcL4do/s1600-h/PICT0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337633031794678114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU9mGDWWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WEl0AGcL4do/s320/PICT0874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momma &amp;amp; Kamryn on train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU9wW_w-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/lZhJOvnBEHU/s1600-h/PICT0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337633034550100962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU9wW_w-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/lZhJOvnBEHU/s320/PICT0880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Zayne &amp;amp; Angela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMVCNKsseI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PFu7AqH-y-k/s1600-h/PICT0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337633111002624482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMVCNKsseI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PFu7AqH-y-k/s320/PICT0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;



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&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/8537047956890112119-2200924500985676984?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2200924500985676984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2200924500985676984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2200924500985676984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2200924500985676984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/strawberry-festival.html' title='Strawberry Festival'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ShMU8lIIGUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9CZBysrdQb4/s72-c/PICT0858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-5121922361731071772</id><published>2009-05-15T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:47:43.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pancake</title><content type='html'>Kamryn loves pancakes, one of the first food items she actually asked for by name.  Some of our St. Louis crowd can recall our last meal before coming home when we stopped at Cracker Barrel, Kamryn was not shy about wanting her pancakes.  Well, it is one thing to request pancakes at Cracker Barrel, it is another at a Mexican Restaurant.  Even though it was rather cute.

Since church is not really all that close to home, while Kyle is in confirmation Zayne, Kamryn and I will either do some errands or eat.  This past Wednesday we decided to eat at the Mexican restaurant down the street.  Zayne and I get fajitas and Kamryn just kind of picks at our food.  We gave her a flour tortilla and some rice--she didn't want any chicken.  Zayne gets a tortilla for himself and Kamryn starts throwing  fit (dinners may be getting scarce soon).  She starts yelling mine and getting upset.  We didn't know what she wanted at first, then she started yelling my pancake.  Zayne and I look at each other a little confused, and then we figure it out.  She thinks the flour tortilla is a pancake.  We both just had to laugh and then that distracted her.

Sorry been slow blogging lately, we are going to the Strawberry Festival tomorrow so we should have pictures next week.

On side note, I know Jenny mentioned GGPa and his surgery--well, it looks like he is going home today.  We are well on the road of a long recovery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-5121922361731071772?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5121922361731071772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=5121922361731071772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5121922361731071772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5121922361731071772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-pancake.html' title='My Pancake'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-95984581820258817</id><published>2009-04-30T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:36:02.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn is 2</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it, Kamryn is 2 now. It is hard for me to believe, she has grown so much. We got all her test results back and everything is good (yeah!!!). We had her party this past Saturday, it turned out really good. She was so cute, except when it came to singing happy birthday, she seemed to be a little shy. Unfortunately, like normal mom was running around and didn't get many pictures. Jenny got some cute ones that she posted. I will post the ones I got. She was really cute opening her gifts, she carefully opened each one and was so excited. She also wanted to play with each one, she is still learning the concept of opening everything up first. Thank you to everyone who was able to join and we sure did miss those that could not make it. &lt;div align="center"&gt;
Kamyrn's Cake
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&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/8537047956890112119-95984581820258817?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/95984581820258817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=95984581820258817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/95984581820258817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/95984581820258817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/kamryn-is-2.html' title='Kamryn is 2'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/Sfpe6RnF7MI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jcSeiV33ZrM/s72-c/PICT0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1691183126806051492</id><published>2009-04-22T13:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:46:31.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, Doctor, Doctor</title><content type='html'>Yes between Kyle and Kamryn we have seen 3 doctors in the last 12 hours. 

Last night Kyle had pitching lessons and then was asked to practice with the team.  Practice was from 6-8, so I stayed home with Kamryn.  I am giving Kamryn a bath and the front door walks in and there is someone walking around the house.  I do what everyone does when they think someone has broken into the house, I started yelling hello.  Apparently when Kyle went to catch the ball he missed judged and hit his hand.  It was swelling up, but EMT dad said lets watch it.  Well long story short about 9:00 last night Zayne and Kyle went to the emergency care clinic down the street.  Kyle has a fractured hand.

Today was Kamryn's scheduled appointments with her ENT doctor and the ped.  Her ears look great and the tubes had fallen out of place but were laying there in her ear canal, so the doc took her "little" tool and pulled them out.  Kamryn did so good--she had no idea what was coming up.

We went across the hall for her 2 year check up.  She is on the same curve path she has been on: 25% on height and head and 50% on weight.  She is cleared on all foods now, so peanut butter and honey here we come.  She seems to be on all her milestones and doing good, doctor said we can even venture potty training since she is starting to talk about it.  Then came the tears, they just kept poking poor Kamryn. 

We got one shot today and found out we are shot clear until 4--YEAH!!!!!!!!!  Finally got her calmed down from the shot, and it is time for torture number 2.  The last couple of days after bath she has been complaining her pee pee hurts, so because of her history here we go again with the catheter (her absolute favorite).  Unfortunately we need to make sure because until we know her "tube" has corrected itself UTI's can lead to kidney infections very quickly.  Okay, finally settled down and we even fooled her by going downstairs; however, there is one more prick in store for her.  Since she is taking daily antibiotics they need to check her blood, to check the cell count and to make sure she is not becoming anemic.  She really was a trooper, she is such a mixture of her mom and dad--she wanted to watch like her dad and then screamed like her mom (mom HATES needles).

The good side to all this, she scored a bunch of new stickers today!!!!!  She also gets to spend the afternoon home with dad.  I talked to Zayne earlier, and unfortunately it hurts for her to pee right now due to the catheter.

The doctor will let us know if there are any problems with her blood or urine, otherwise we are good for a year. 

Yeah!!!  Party time on Saturday!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-1691183126806051492?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1691183126806051492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1691183126806051492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1691183126806051492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1691183126806051492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/doctor-doctor-doctor.html' title='Doctor, Doctor, Doctor'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8231457435762026841</id><published>2009-04-20T15:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:47:17.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>I know I am a little late posting pictures from our STL trip, been a rough week between the memorial and Zayne getting sick.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter weekend was very nice, we spent it up in St. Charles with my dad's family, we also celebrated my grandfather's 80th birthday while we were there (his birthday is actually Thursday). I will try to put commentaries with each picture, you can also check out Jen's for more pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 80th Birthday Celebration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The birthday boy with my cousin Brian on the left and my cousin Andy on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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Grandpa and his kids (l to r)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joe, Jim, Claudia, grandpa, Dale, Larry (dad)

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Jon and Amanda (typical Mandy look)

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Kamryn being a good sharer with her younger cousins.

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Amy with Kamryn and Keelan.

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Something was sure fascinating these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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The "Big" Kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda, Brian, Andy, Mike (friend of family's, Kyle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian and Kyle tried to re-inact a picture taken when Brian graduated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only thing--Kyle is a bit bigger now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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All this fun wore out the precious princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Easter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Kyle coloring eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdbQFq89I/AAAAAAAAATQ/G4qFVLGciT0/s1600-h/PICT0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875919517414354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdbQFq89I/AAAAAAAAATQ/G4qFVLGciT0/s320/PICT0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids just found out mom wanted pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdbY4aLZI/AAAAAAAAATY/s6TrBHEHwRg/s1600-h/PICT0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875921877708178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdbY4aLZI/AAAAAAAAATY/s6TrBHEHwRg/s320/PICT0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the one that wanted the picture mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdbsgPZ7I/AAAAAAAAATg/QubpFnbvtHw/s1600-h/PICT0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875927145047986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdbsgPZ7I/AAAAAAAAATg/QubpFnbvtHw/s320/PICT0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The four of us in our Happy Easter clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdbxsqrlI/AAAAAAAAATo/C1Y1ViAIADY/s1600-h/PICT0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875928539344466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdbxsqrlI/AAAAAAAAATo/C1Y1ViAIADY/s320/PICT0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the five in the next generation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn, Angela, Isaac, Kyle, Keelan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdqaRpNBI/AAAAAAAAATw/uyw_2TOGZoQ/s1600-h/PICT0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326876179950023698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdqaRpNBI/AAAAAAAAATw/uyw_2TOGZoQ/s320/PICT0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our four&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn, Angela, Kyle, Keelan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe one day we will get a good picture of the four!
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdqhQNJ2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/qr1vtgXpvB4/s1600-h/PICT0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326876181823039330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezdqhQNJ2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/qr1vtgXpvB4/s320/PICT0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8231457435762026841?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8231457435762026841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8231457435762026841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8231457435762026841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8231457435762026841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SezXknBE_dI/AAAAAAAAASo/01VUrd9Jmpg/s72-c/Hake+Family+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-6240616478249340111</id><published>2009-04-16T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:57:42.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Firefighters</title><content type='html'>Zayne got to be included in a great honor today; however, it is not an honor you wish to have.  This past weekend two firefighters died in the line of duty, they went into a house to make sure no one was trapped and they weren't able to get out.  Neither one of us knew either of the guys, one was a captain and one was a rookie; however, it really effected us emotionally.  Today was the memorial and thanks to the departments in our surrounding areas Zayne was able to march with the rest of the Houston Firefighters.  I wore my firefighter jewelry in honor today and even Kamryn wore her HFD t-shirt to school.  Any time something happens to a firefighter I just can't help but think it could be Zayne one day.  I want to take this time to thank all of the firefighters, police officers and military who risk their lives in order to make sure the rest of us are safe.  I don't think they always get the recognition that they deserve.  I would also like to ask everyone to keep the families of Captain James Harlow and Damion Hobbs in their prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-6240616478249340111?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6240616478249340111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6240616478249340111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6240616478249340111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6240616478249340111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/fallen-firefighters.html' title='Fallen Firefighters'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8794449625147333427</id><published>2009-04-11T06:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:08:31.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Lampoon's Easter trip</title><content type='html'>We don't have any pictures of this, even though we were a sight to see, you would think we have never traveled in an airport.  It starts by dad dropping us off and the luggage kept coming, kind of like all the clowns out of the Pinto.  We get in the door and we can't figure out which way to go, some guy asked Zayne if we got our boarding passes on online, when Zayne said yes the guy directed him to the security check--did he not see ALL the bags we were dragging.  And I will have to send out a thank you to my sister-in-law--wheels were worth tht $10 extra dollars.  We get over to the ticket check-in and there are three different entrances, why I do not know because once we maze through all of it with all this we all end up at the same place.  We finally make it to the ticket counter and she doesn't ask me or Zayne for any ID's, just one for Kamryn, oh and did I mention if I don't have one it was going to be very expensive.  So now, I have to dig to the bottom of the nicely packed carry on and find her shot record.  Okay, finally made it through that, next security.  Again several choices, and of course we made the wrong one.  So now we hear hey you, over hear.

Security--we now have to unload everything out of the stroller so they can wipe it down with some stuff and put it in some machine to make sure it is not radioactive.  Take off everyone's shoes--even Kamryn's, these people obviously have no small children with shoes.  We (I) put everything through the machine, so now there goes our boarding passes so we can't leave and now the guy who just sits there staring at a screen screams there is a backup.  I know there is a backup it is because I can't get to my stuff due to the fact that I scanned pieces of paper.  Okay, finally on our way.

Our gate was full, so we went to the next gate down; however, never heard the boarding calls.  We finally make it over there and realize they have already boarded A and the families.  I go up there to see if we can still family board, I give him the boarding passes thinking we have finally made it.  He scans it and says they are no good, I have to go all the way over to check in to get it straightened out.  I make it over there and then the gate guy says over the loud speaker, will the lady with the stroller please come back.  WTH  Apparently he had the wrong screen and there was nothing wrong.  Finally on the plane--row 22.

We have what was supposed to be a short stop in Oklahoma City to pick up and keep going.  Everyone staying got off and they let the rest of us move--we moved up to 8, but that was about as far as we got.  We sat on the runway for what seemed forever, the captain kept coming on saying just a little while longer until finally at 7 (which was when we were supposed to land in St. Louis) said we are turning around and will let us deplane until we could get clearance to leave.  The wind was apparently too bad to take off.  Kamryn is now getting very restless and running out of diapers and mom is starting to get anxious and feel completely out of control.  I was glad to get off the plane so I could change her diaper, I had a talk with her and told her we only had one diaper left, so hope we can make it.  I went on a search to see if there were any golden airport diapers, but everything was closed.  I came back to inform Zayne, well he had a surprise for me.  Kamryn was so excited about having a clean diaper, she pooped.  Great, we now have to use the last diaper with no idea when we are getting out here.

Finally, at about 9 we are heading to our final destination.  The flight was quite rocky, but we were in the air.  We finally landed in St. Louis, it was definitely not the high 70's weather we left in Houston.  We gather the "small" pile of luggage and off to find our ride.  This was quite the adventure.  We are now here in St. Louis to enjoin all our family adventures, so it was all worth it.  But I bet the people around us were just having a hoot.  I will post pictures of our weekend next week.

Happy Easter to everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8794449625147333427?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8794449625147333427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8794449625147333427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8794449625147333427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8794449625147333427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/national-lampoons-easter-trip.html' title='National Lampoon&apos;s Easter trip'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-4108916992597226949</id><published>2009-04-01T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:37:54.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>Angela turned one this weekend and we had a little party for her, it was also the first time since Keelan's birthday the three girls were together. They were so cute together, they are so alike but yet so different. Kamryn did good sharing as long as she was in control. She would hand food to Keelan and Angela, but it was chaos if they tried to reach for anything off her plate. We also attempted to get pictures of the 4 kids--not very successful. The good thing is we will all be together for Easter, so we can try again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is my big brother!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWEaKwHgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SO0m4Rli0II/s1600-h/PICT0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319901324831104514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWEaKwHgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SO0m4Rli0II/s320/PICT0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why would you think WE were up to something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWD8J_G4I/AAAAAAAAARg/-jm2Uj5abbo/s1600-h/PICT0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319901316774828930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWD8J_G4I/AAAAAAAAARg/-jm2Uj5abbo/s320/PICT0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWEI6YYPI/AAAAAAAAARw/JN3IdiS1n0I/s1600-h/PICT0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319901320199037170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWEI6YYPI/AAAAAAAAARw/JN3IdiS1n0I/s320/PICT0744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWEPSmJVI/AAAAAAAAARo/pDE-xZrEB6w/s1600-h/PICT0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319901321911215442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWEPSmJVI/AAAAAAAAARo/pDE-xZrEB6w/s320/PICT0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Here is the attempted group shot.

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWEQY8bJI/AAAAAAAAASA/FvrXZfZnCAQ/s1600-h/PICT0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319901322206276754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWEQY8bJI/AAAAAAAAASA/FvrXZfZnCAQ/s320/PICT0750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;




&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-4108916992597226949?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4108916992597226949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=4108916992597226949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4108916992597226949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4108916992597226949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/angelas-1st-birthday.html' title='Angela&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQWEaKwHgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SO0m4Rli0II/s72-c/PICT0745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-4068014157007824576</id><published>2009-04-01T20:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:29:15.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's Birthday Lake Pictures</title><content type='html'>I know I am really late posting these, but here are pictures from our trip to the lake for Kyle's birthday. Yes, it was March, but it was another cold and rainy weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQS5a6CvUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WJUWcn4b1s0/s1600-h/PICT0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319897837516012866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQS5a6CvUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WJUWcn4b1s0/s320/PICT0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamyrn's "pose"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQS5oCT-2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/eQ0MUz1pOKo/s1600-h/PICT0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319897841040358242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQS5oCT-2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/eQ0MUz1pOKo/s320/PICT0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn and brother walking on the dock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQS59tv1VI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wJ38B_MmssA/s1600-h/PICT0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319897846859683154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQS59tv1VI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wJ38B_MmssA/s320/PICT0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne's "bright" idea to try and fix motor--was just waiting for him to fall in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQS528hm2I/AAAAAAAAARA/PsS-RIWy7kQ/s1600-h/PICT0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319897845042617186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQS528hm2I/AAAAAAAAARA/PsS-RIWy7kQ/s320/PICT0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below our pictures of our little helper "helping" dad fix the vacuum cleaner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQT97fH1zI/AAAAAAAAARI/8Q63OpILPY8/s1600-h/PICT0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319899014492575538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQT97fH1zI/AAAAAAAAARI/8Q63OpILPY8/s320/PICT0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQT-GGtkKI/AAAAAAAAARY/rFf3WRO3VtE/s1600-h/PICT0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319899017342980258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQT-GGtkKI/AAAAAAAAARY/rFf3WRO3VtE/s320/PICT0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQT-GeEWPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tm0far4CQec/s1600-h/PICT0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319899017440942322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQT-GeEWPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tm0far4CQec/s320/PICT0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-4068014157007824576?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4068014157007824576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=4068014157007824576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4068014157007824576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4068014157007824576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/kyles-birthday-lake-pictures.html' title='Kyle&apos;s Birthday Lake Pictures'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SdQS5a6CvUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WJUWcn4b1s0/s72-c/PICT0723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-232912226801514764</id><published>2009-03-15T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:24:17.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss</title><content type='html'>Well, most of the blogs are all about the kids, the way it should be, but this one is about me.  It has really taken a week for this to really sink in, but I got a promotion at work.  I got promoted to supervisor, so I now will have people work for me.  This is new for me, but Zayne is loving it--he calls me boss all the time now.  He just thinks he is so funny, but like I said, it has taken a week to sink in.  I am a little concerned about one of the girls that I will be supervising--doesn't really come from the same work background I do--this I will have to thank my dad for.  When I started working for him he told me the answers are not going to find me sitting behind a computer, I am going to have to go find them.  Well, she thinks they will find her--things we will just work through.  I also had a hard time, because with the economy going the way it is, raises and bonuses are canceled and I know people who have been laid off, still not working and here I am getting a promotion--just kind of makes it hard to be happy.  Right now I am taking one step at a time and taking everything in stride.  This is going to be a fun challenge and good learning experience for me.

Well that is enough about me--Kyle turned 13 this weekend.  Can anyone believe that, because I sure can't.  Well, we decided to take him to the lake for his birthday during Spring Break.  It hasn't rained so the lake was too low for the Jet Skis, then to top it off, it rained the whole time and still couldn't go.  Oh well, it was nice to spend time together.  I will post some pictures later.

On side notes--my cousin's baby got to go home, yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! And my niece started to walk!!!!!!!!  So amongst all this dismay in the "financial" world the babies in our lives can still bring happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-232912226801514764?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/232912226801514764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=232912226801514764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/232912226801514764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/232912226801514764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/boss.html' title='Boss'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8501277281125110500</id><published>2009-03-09T20:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:49:22.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a full weekend we have, and yes we have some pictures. We watched Angela Friday night, the girls are really staring to play with each other. They are really cute too--Kamryn is getting better about sharing, but she still has her moments. They even layed down in bed together for a little while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXEhbptMJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TjKF1GkQNzs/s1600-h/PICT0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311367414190780562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXEhbptMJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TjKF1GkQNzs/s320/PICT0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we took Kyle and Kamryn the Livestock show. She really liked the moo cows, she didn't want to stop looking at them. There was a sheep that kept baahhing, she didn't like that. We went into the petting zoo area, she didn't know what to think. Kyle would feed the animals and one jumped up on him. She kept yelling at it to get down please. Then one came up behind her and nibbled on her shirt, she told him to stop. She really didn't get too scared, just thought it was funny. She really go wore out on Saturday, she fell asleep in her stroller and then again after we got dinner and came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXEhqPEDmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/d0l_bbRtDy8/s1600-h/PICT0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311367418105564770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXEhqPEDmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/d0l_bbRtDy8/s320/PICT0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXF2Uc0gAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wlAw6hJI9FY/s1600-h/PICT0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311368872546566146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXF2Uc0gAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wlAw6hJI9FY/s320/PICT0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Sunday we got together with the family for the March "K" birthdays. Aunt Kathy, Kerry and Kyle--busy month down here, Angela's is at the end. We have a new addition too, my cousin's baby boy--Logan. The girls again got together pretty well, and brother was enjoying the big 13. Unfortunately I only got one picture of one of the birthday group. I will have to do better next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXEvkmh8zI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/31OTnzkE71w/s1600-h/PICT0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311367657111548722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXEvkmh8zI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/31OTnzkE71w/s320/PICT0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXEv72AxDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CBkktfeWzrE/s1600-h/PICT0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311367663350498354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXEv72AxDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CBkktfeWzrE/s320/PICT0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/8537047956890112119-8501277281125110500?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8501277281125110500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8501277281125110500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8501277281125110500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8501277281125110500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SbXEhbptMJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TjKF1GkQNzs/s72-c/PICT0685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1090472342721508294</id><published>2009-03-03T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:27:55.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Lady Godiva</title><content type='html'>Okay, we are really going to have our hands full.  Kamryn likes to be a naked girl.  When she gets undressed she runs around the house saying naked girl.  Then when I picked her up from school today&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I walked in and she is wearing some big white T-shirt, I am thinking "why".  Well, the shirt she wore today had snaps up the front, so you know what our darling daughter was doing?  You guessed it, taking her shirt off.  Lately she had been unsnapping her pants, she was already starting to outgrow them so we put her last 3 outfits with snaps on the legs away.  I guess now we also need to be careful of the shirts she wears--or at least make sure she has shirts under them.  So, as I said in the beginning--she is not even 2 yet and I can already tell we are in for trouble.

On a side note--my cousin had her baby today.  She had a 5 pound 5 ounce baby boy--no name yet.  Yeah Kristen--welcome to motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-1090472342721508294?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1090472342721508294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1090472342721508294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1090472342721508294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1090472342721508294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-lady-godiva.html' title='More Lady Godiva'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-7655395623520181844</id><published>2009-03-02T15:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:15:18.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Godiva in training</title><content type='html'>My grandma Hoose is somewhere smiling down at me with my daughter's latest.  Actually, since I am convinced my grandmother is my daughter's ghost, she was probably sitting there in her room laughing at me.  Back story:  When I was younger my grandmother would call me Lady Godiva since I would not wait for the bathroom, I would just change in the middle of the kitchen when I was done swimming.  Of course I did grow out of this, but somehow it took longer to outgrow my "nickname".  Apparently Lady Godiva would ride her horse naked through London.  Well last night before I went to bed I checked on Kamryn one last time, and why did I find my daughter naked in her bed--she at least still had her diaper on.  I went in there and I thought something looked strange, because I didn't see the pink of her pajamas--it was because she wasn't wearing them.  I stood there for a minute and just kind of laughed and remembered the "Lady Godiva" days.  I almost left her like that, but it was going to get really cold last night and even though she managed to keep one foot in her pajamas--I figured she needed more warmth than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-7655395623520181844?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7655395623520181844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=7655395623520181844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7655395623520181844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7655395623520181844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady-godiva-in-training.html' title='Lady Godiva in training'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-6885167039684315792</id><published>2009-02-18T20:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:03:06.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Ears</title><content type='html'>Today was a good visit, ears are clear.  Now, if we can keep them clear for the next month we just may be out of the clear.  Apparently this is high season for ear infections, so lets keep our fingers crossed.  If we can keep the ears cleared for the about the next 4-6 weeks, we shouldn't have to put the tubes back in.  They are still in her ears, just slowly coming out.  We have an appointment in April and hopefully either the tubes have finished coming out on their own, or they will be close enough for the doctor to pull them out.  She said right now they are too close to her membranes for her to pull them out.

Kyle did good at his first race, the 100 meter dash.  Kamryn was getting crabby so I had to take her home.  Zayne stayed to watch his second race, which will be the 200 meter dash.  Kyle is opposite of him mom, I was able to pace myself for long races, but couldn't sprint.  He is the opposite, he starts out so fast he doesn't last too long.

Hopefully here shortly I will have more time for blogging and posting pictures.  It has been really bad at work lately.  Closing the books at year end is bad, our quarterly global overhead charges are bad enough and the global budget is the pits.  Now, try doing all of it within one month with your co-worker out on maternity leave--NO FUN.  She comes back March 9, I think I have already decided to take vacation the end of that week, after all it is Kyle's birthday.  I know work is bad and they canceled all our raises, but I guess at this point I need to be thankful I have a job.

Oh, check it out, my cousin is about to have her baby and she started a blog so we can keep posted!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-6885167039684315792?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6885167039684315792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6885167039684315792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6885167039684315792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6885167039684315792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-ears.html' title='Yeah Ears'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-845195872121324812</id><published>2009-02-18T08:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:19:21.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears  Ears  Easrs</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you know about a year ago we put tubes in Kamyrn's ears, they should last about 6 to 12 months, fall out and then everything should be fine. But of course there is nothing normal about my daughter. Shortly after the beginning of the year Kamryn had bunches of "gunk" coming out of her right ear and they smelled like dirty feet. We didn't think much of it, but I called and talked to the nurse. She said bring her in, so we did. Another ear infection, that is what I thought the tubes were for. The left ear was coming out and no infection; however, the right ear still had its tube and an infection. So we got some antibiotics and went home. Went the next week for a check up--still infection, more antibiotics and send us on our way. Went back after 10 went back again and guess what--still infection. Now we have moved into the shot stage and a trip back to the specialist, this brings us to last week. We went to her specialist, the right tube is still there but has moved--apparently not a good thing, oh and by the way still an infection. So another shot and another visit this morning, now to see if we need to go back for surgery. I was optimistic; however, the last couple of days she has been itching and grabbing her right ear, we will see what happens.  I will let you know!!!
As for her brother, Kyle has a track meet tonight-wish him luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-845195872121324812?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/845195872121324812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=845195872121324812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/845195872121324812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/845195872121324812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/ears-ears-easrs.html' title='Ears  Ears  Easrs'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-6608860156877589752</id><published>2009-02-12T20:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:05:09.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble Cook Off</title><content type='html'>I am a little late getting to this, but we had a cook off a couple of weekends ago. Zayne has been involved with a cook off team for a little over a year now, and he loves it. We got involved through some friends of ours (and Kyle's old football coach) Mike and Kathy. This past year Kathy decided we needed to start our own team, so now we have a girl cook off team. Zayne is part of the Red Hot Chili Peppers and now I am a member of the Lady Chili Peppers. We really have a lot of fun. I haven't actually started to cook anything yet, but getting the courage up. Zayne cooked chicken and ribs this past cook off, there were about 100 teams, some with multiple turn ins. He didn't place so he was kind of bummed. Below are some pictures of Zayne and the new Lady Chili Peppers team. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne's Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SZThTl9k9mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rpLp--sSA74/s1600-h/PICT0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302110388046067298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SZThTl9k9mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rpLp--sSA74/s320/PICT0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne getting his ribs cut up and ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SZThT0Olo4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/3MGgk6wMliA/s1600-h/PICT0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302110391875511170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SZThT0Olo4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/3MGgk6wMliA/s320/PICT0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Denise, me and Marcia outside our tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SZThqYdT_QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jNaEETAuN3s/s1600-h/IMG_0344_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302110779558067458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SZThqYdT_QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jNaEETAuN3s/s320/IMG_0344_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Lady Chili Peppers (I am wearing the pink hat).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SZThqt4ZSFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yN9jVaaHjxQ/s1600-h/IMG_2167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302110785308805202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SZThqt4ZSFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yN9jVaaHjxQ/s320/IMG_2167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-6608860156877589752?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6608860156877589752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6608860156877589752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6608860156877589752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6608860156877589752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/humble-cook-off.html' title='Humble Cook Off'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SZThTl9k9mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rpLp--sSA74/s72-c/PICT0640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3879933055103526128</id><published>2009-02-03T19:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:30:53.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Awaited Pictures</title><content type='html'>Okay, here are the long awaited pictures. There are a couple of Kamryn's new "hairdo" and then some of our trip to the lake. ENJOY!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn's First pig tales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtxRG1PKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DnsXJLHGKog/s1600-h/PICT0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298746392262818978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtxRG1PKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DnsXJLHGKog/s320/PICT0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtxz5Ro4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/hUiC5pZ-UKs/s1600-h/PICT0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298746401601201026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtxz5Ro4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/hUiC5pZ-UKs/s320/PICT0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One ponytail my mommy gave me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtx5g_xrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yeZ6Reoubcc/s1600-h/PICT0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298746403109979826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtx5g_xrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yeZ6Reoubcc/s320/PICT0599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy and Kamryn walking around lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtyCayRwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ybduB9T9hLE/s1600-h/PICT0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298746405499848450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtyCayRwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ybduB9T9hLE/s320/PICT0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtx9ybL4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mIn7AvVT3Vo/s1600-h/PICT0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298746404256821122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjtx9ybL4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mIn7AvVT3Vo/s320/PICT0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle and Kamryn walking around the lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjuB5E2lEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/E3ah-rEF7yU/s1600-h/PICT0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298746677869843522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjuB5E2lEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/E3ah-rEF7yU/s320/PICT0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjuBVn8AGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/p6ozrPV50ww/s1600-h/PICT0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298746668353323106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjuBVn8AGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/p6ozrPV50ww/s320/PICT0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjuBgjqe4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/sMi4lMos2ts/s1600-h/PICT0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298746671288187778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SYjuBgjqe4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/sMi4lMos2ts/s320/PICT0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;







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Nothing else really going on, since I have been working so much.  We have our big cook-off this weekend.  Zayne has been doing this for a little over a year now, and he loves it.  Well a couple of the wives have decided they want to try their hand at it, so we now have a "ladies" team.  The guys have been on the Red Hot Chili Peppers, we are now the Lady Chili Peppers.  I am the behind the scenes money girl, but I go out and support both teams.  I will have pictures afterwards.

Once I get the pig tails and lake pictures downloaded I will post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-6059707459609431954?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6059707459609431954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6059707459609431954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6059707459609431954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6059707459609431954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-still-around.html' title='We are still around'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2740341250805803017</id><published>2008-12-27T20:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:36:46.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone, hope the holidays were good for everyone this year. We had a pretty good Christmas here, unfortunately Zayne had to work, but we made it work. Our Christmas started at 4 a.m.--that made for a long day. Santa brought Kyle the Nintendo DS he wanted and Kamryn got a big chair and baby doll, she is apparently LOVING the babies now (have a funny story about that later).


&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle playing his new DS
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Kamryn's new chair and "baby"&lt;/div&gt;
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After Zayne went to work we went over to dad's to spend Christmas with the rest of my family. It was really nice--missed bro, but understand. It is so neat watching the "little ones" together. Kamryn is turning into such the girlie girl too--she is actually excited about clothes, and loves her new bracelets (thanks aunt pam).

&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn and Angela, Kamryn was very concerned Angela would get "her" pile.
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We went up to the fire station to visit dad for awhile before going to my aunt and uncle's for Christmas dinner. Of course all day I had my camera--but not many pictures. I did get a cute picture of the three cousins at the end of the day--I think the youngest lasted the longest that day.

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Okay, side note about babies I mentioned earlier. I thought about getting Kamryn some doll stuff. You know like a bed and stroller, things to take care of baby. I thought she might not be ready and to possibly wait til her birthday. We went to Zayne's family on Christmas Eve and his cousin has a baby about 9 months older than Kamryn. She had a baby with a bed and stroller--Kamryn loved it--she even tried to change the baby's poopy. I was a little sad after that, I realized Kamryn would have loved it. Well, Aunt Jenny to the rescue. Christmas morning Kamryn opened up a complete take care of baby set from her Uncle Jon, Aunt Jenny and Keelan. Kamryn loves it--woo hoo Aunt Jenny. Kamryn has even taken an old bottle I got from a shower and feeds the baby. It is so cute watching her.
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Kamryn taking care of baby
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SVblTotBjXI/AAAAAAAAANo/KTqoRre_R2c/s1600-h/PICT0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284663338272394610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SVblTotBjXI/AAAAAAAAANo/KTqoRre_R2c/s320/PICT0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and I have not forgotten about being tagged.  I will try to post those in the next couple of days--I really wanted to get these Christmas memories posted.
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-2740341250805803017?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2740341250805803017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2740341250805803017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2740341250805803017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2740341250805803017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!!'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SVbihDGgwNI/AAAAAAAAANI/sfiyH5-Dd1w/s72-c/PICT0547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2090446885945831909</id><published>2008-12-17T14:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:55:30.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is coming a little late, but have not had a chance to post yet. It snowed last week, yes in Houston, TX 2 weeks before Christmas it snowed. Well, it snowed South Texas style; however, some actually started to stick. Kyle was pretty excited about it, especially when he saw his basketball had snow on it--had to take pictures. Kyle was even able to make A snowball. I took some pictures--enjoy, and all you in the north who get actual snow, don't make fun :)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is snowing!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SUlmmuqSbrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0wLYdS5Mmyo/s1600-h/PICT0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280864853615079090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SUlmmuqSbrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0wLYdS5Mmyo/s320/PICT0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pond in our front yard.
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Kyle's snowball.
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SUlmnXTipBI/AAAAAAAAANA/L0osWO2GZk4/s1600-h/PICT0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280864864525526034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SUlmnXTipBI/AAAAAAAAANA/L0osWO2GZk4/s320/PICT0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-2090446885945831909?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2090446885945831909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2090446885945831909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2090446885945831909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2090446885945831909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SUlmmuqSbrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0wLYdS5Mmyo/s72-c/PICT0531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-7570153649425393661</id><published>2008-12-09T19:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:18:03.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know it really has been a long time--what is really bad is Zayne has been telling me everyday to update (because of course, I am doing NOTHING right now). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess first up would be Kamryn's update from the visit with the specialist. After the visit Zayne and I felt better about what was going on, but not really our options. Apparently the tube that connects Kamryn's kidneys to her bladder was not created the way it should be. The "tube" (which is what I call it because I can never remember the name) is supposed to go into the bladder at an angle. Kamryn's goes straight in, which allows urine to reflux back up into her kidney's. She may or may not grow out of it--so it is a waiting game at this time, since her case is a mild one. What this means, is she has to take preventive medicine every day--which for two people who do not like to rely on medicine is having a hard time coping with. However, the bottom line this is what is best for her. Since she is taking this medicine she has to have her blood checked every 6 months to make sure no ill effects of the medicine. She has to have her urine checked every 3 months and in a year we have to go back for the fun test and visit the doctor. Like I said she could grow out of it, but it could be at the age of 5 or 7. We will monitor for the next couple of years and if there is no change we may elect to do the less evasive surgery. However, if it worsens the doctor said she will have to have surgery--and we really want to try and avoid that. So for the time being, medicine every day and she can't sit in any kind of soapy water (sorry sweetie---no bubble baths yet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was Thanksgiving--which was great except for Zayne having to work. Jon and Jenny came in from Dallas, Amanda came in from Austin, my cousin Kristen and her husband came in from Denver and then my other cousin and her boyfriend came in from Fort Worth. We grew up pretty close and now we are all spread out--it was so great everyone was here for Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, Christmas will be looking dim again--and Zayne has to work again this year. But guess what? He has next Christmas off YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is most exciting about this is we don't have to get up and do Christmas at 4 a.m. I have a couple of pictures of the kiddos I will post. Side note to my wonderful sister-in-law--I have a couple of pictures of the group, but apparently those were the only ones I took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend after Thanksgiving we did our usual chopping down the Christmas tree. Kamryn was a little more into this year--big handful. Just loved running around the farm. This year was kind of nice too, we actually had to bundle up to chop down the tree-doesn't usually happen around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am going to close this blog for now--don't want it to end up too long. Things are hectic at work and busy at home with the holidays, but I promise I will try to update more often. The good news, after Christmas I am taking a week off work so hopefully I can catch up on things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the three little princesses
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Here is their prince with them
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Mom and dad I want this tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8k03Q8YvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kgQhvwNbrnk/s1600-h/PICT0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277977778908324594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8k03Q8YvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kgQhvwNbrnk/s320/PICT0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
What do you mean there is a 6 foot minimum.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8k1e0bIiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Co5nSbtQcVY/s1600-h/PICT0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277977789526123042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8k1e0bIiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Co5nSbtQcVY/s320/PICT0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is the one, dad and brother cut it down.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8k1oCdBeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Por1LVUeMfo/s1600-h/PICT0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277977792000886242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8k1oCdBeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Por1LVUeMfo/s320/PICT0510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is dad and brother chopping down the tree.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8l-zLQvlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3BhI5h9FEG0/s1600-h/PICT0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277979049121070674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8l-zLQvlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3BhI5h9FEG0/s320/PICT0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to help with some ornaments.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8l-7Nc9jI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ez3bYGEdpHg/s1600-h/PICT0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277979051277743666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8l-7Nc9jI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ez3bYGEdpHg/s320/PICT0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-7570153649425393661?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7570153649425393661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=7570153649425393661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7570153649425393661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7570153649425393661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-thanksgiving-and-merry-christmas.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/ST8k0jJlLTI/AAAAAAAAALo/rQ_ElpSloA0/s72-c/PICT0484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3201652268659135706</id><published>2008-11-17T09:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:43:27.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry so long</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been so long since I have updated, things are very busy around here.  We had Kamryn's ultrasound and her kidneys are fine, so we just need to see the specialist about her reflux from the bladder.  Everything is good, we have had some visits from both sides of the family, so weekends have been busy.  My aunt and uncle were down from Missouri last weekend and then Zayne's sister was in town this past weekend.  It was nice seeing both of them.  Oh, and my sister breezed in for a couple of days at the end of this past week--unfortunately I didn't get to see her.  Maybe next time.  I will have to post some pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3201652268659135706?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3201652268659135706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3201652268659135706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3201652268659135706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3201652268659135706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-so-long.html' title='Sorry so long'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8670141154166722858</id><published>2008-11-04T18:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:27:41.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn Update</title><content type='html'>If you remember a couple of weeks ago Kamryn had the UTI and they wanted us to take her for some follow tests, we had one of those today down at Texas Children's Hospital.  I did not hear the news I wanted to hear, I did not hear everything is fine.  Apparently Kamryn does have some reflux of her bladder, from what I understand at this point--instead of her urine traveling out of her body, it will reflux back up to her kidneys.  We have an ultrasound tomorrow to check out her kidneys and then on the 26th we are going to see a specialist.  I don't have a whole lot of information right now, but I wanted to keep everyone posted.  It really isn't as serious as this blog may make it, but just scary for me.  The radiologist said it is still mild to moderate and she may grow out of it--so this was positive for me.  Since we can't get into the specialist for a few weeks, we need to give her antibiotics until then--which we are not extremely happy about since we hate having to give her medication.  I will keep everyone posted, but from what I have been told so far, I don't need to worry.  As for the test itself, I am very proud of our little girl.  They had to stick a catheter in her and fill her bladder up with a dye, and lay there while they took X-rays, we then had to wait for her to start peeing so they could take X-rays of that--for a 18 month old, she did great.  There was quite a bit of screaming--dad and brother heard her out in the hall--but she was a trooper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-8670141154166722858?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8670141154166722858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=8670141154166722858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8670141154166722858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/8670141154166722858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/kamryn-update.html' title='Kamryn Update'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2492012936977829479</id><published>2008-11-03T15:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:49:53.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili Night</title><content type='html'>A few years ago I started a tradition of ours of having chili on Halloween. It works out good, I can make the chili during the day and people can show up when they want, no set times and the adults visit and eat chili while the kids trick or treat. It was a good way to have the grandparents see the kids without spending all night driving round town. This year we had some additions to the tradition--everything was nice and fun. I meant to take pictures of everyone--but didn't quite happen. I did get pictures of the kids before they went out trick or treating. Kamryn was less than cooperative at times, but still all good. Here are a few of the cute Halloween pictures.
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brother and Kamryn
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQ9xkXzcwXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3RjWfZ5JdXY/s1600-h/PICT0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264551359098438002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQ9xkXzcwXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3RjWfZ5JdXY/s320/PICT0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle with both cuties (Kamryn not so happy)
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQ9xkbM3WaI/AAAAAAAAALY/jtVlawDLrsQ/s1600-h/PICT0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264551360010344866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQ9xkbM3WaI/AAAAAAAAALY/jtVlawDLrsQ/s320/PICT0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The girls waiting for pops (he took them trick or treating)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQ9xkt9O1TI/AAAAAAAAALg/B8z7p3c5QdQ/s1600-h/PICT0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264551365045048626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQ9xkt9O1TI/AAAAAAAAALg/B8z7p3c5QdQ/s320/PICT0431.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/8537047956890112119-2492012936977829479?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2492012936977829479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2492012936977829479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2492012936977829479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2492012936977829479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/chili-night.html' title='Chili Night'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQ9xkXzcwXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3RjWfZ5JdXY/s72-c/PICT0422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1111002058737311910</id><published>2008-10-31T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:37:19.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just a few pictures from Halloween. Kamryn wore her costume to school--she will be the cutest pink poodle. I am also posting some pictures of my fellow co-workers who could not let the day go by without some fun.
&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My adorable Kamryn the poodle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQsXW4NLJ1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/8GE3wiNAh2s/s1600-h/PICT0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263326271324759890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQsXW4NLJ1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/8GE3wiNAh2s/s320/PICT0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQsXXUG9ZzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-SmoRLN3Nu8/s1600-h/PICT0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263326278814885682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQsXXUG9ZzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-SmoRLN3Nu8/s320/PICT0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is Ike and Tina (or who we refer to as Ulysses and Kyra)
Kyra said she is Brittany Spears, I think the two of them together work better as "The Turners"

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQsXXwfWtUI/AAAAAAAAALA/D5e0iDWAsRA/s1600-h/PICT0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263326286433400130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SQsXXwfWtUI/AAAAAAAAALA/D5e0iDWAsRA/s320/PICT0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Joe--can you tell what college he supports (hum?)
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Kamryn's last dose of Motrin was last night and she has been able to maintain a temp around 98 and 99 on her own.  I think we have finally broken the high temperatures.  The on call doctor called us today to check on Kamryn and to let us know the cultures on still not in.  We need to talk to her doctor tomorrow, but it looks like she is in the clear--YEAH!!!  She is still really not herself, and having some problems, but at least the fever is under control.  We also need to have her kidneys checked out in a few weeks.  Everything seems fine--wanted to let all of y'all know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-1650663708797564117?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1650663708797564117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1650663708797564117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1650663708797564117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1650663708797564117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-are-looking-good.html' title='Things are looking good'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1652641202874764959</id><published>2008-10-18T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:24:48.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn's UTI</title><content type='html'>Thursday afternoon I get a call from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamryn's&lt;/span&gt; school, they tell me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; has a high fever.  I was floored, this child has never really gotten a fever, let alone a high one.  I picked her up and she was burning up.  I took her home, gave her some Tylenol and put her to bed.  She woke up a couple of hours later and it seemed like the fever went down.  What a disguise Tylenol can be.  The fever went back up, more Tylenol and back to sleep.  We woke up Friday morning and she had a 102.2--we are now calling the doctor.  We had a 9 am appointment.  After a flu swab, blood drawn and urine sample (via a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;catheter&lt;/span&gt;) the results were in.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; has a urinary tract infection--actually it was so bad it was on the verge of a kidney infection.  They gave her a shot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt; and a prescription.  We gave her Motrin and Tylenol for the fever for the next 24 hours, again we thought we were completely out of the clear.  Her fever came back this afternoon.  So, now it is the waiting game.  We need to watch her overnight and see if the Motrin can keep her fever down.  I will be honest--I am a little freaked out, but I know she will be fine.  Once we get through this and her infection clears up, since she is under 3 we need to have her kidneys checked out to make sure everything is fine--doctor says routine.  We will keep everyone posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-1652641202874764959?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1652641202874764959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1652641202874764959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1652641202874764959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1652641202874764959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/kamryns-uti.html' title='Kamryn&apos;s UTI'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-233923393628813013</id><published>2008-10-10T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:20:29.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? - Are you Serious?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I really did not want to be one of those "old" people that talked about "back in my day"  but something happened today that just actually made me speechless-at first.  Yes, me!  I get a phone call at work today and the caller ID said Klein Ind School--first thought--what did Kyle do now.  Then when it was the office, I was really great, what now.  To make a long story short, she proceeds to tell me there was "an altercation" during Kyle's science class and a kid hit Kyle in the back of the head and do I want to press charges.  What, charges--was she serious.  Once I got past that, I asked if Kyle was okay, if they are asking about charges could he be on his way to the hospital.  She says oh yeah he is fine, they put ice on his head, but he was there if I wanted to talk to him.  I told her I didn't think we would be pressing charges, but I would discuss with my husband--I just wanted to talk to my son.  He said he was fine, his neck hurt really bad.  I got off the phone and I could not believe this.  Is this where our world has ended up, that there are no longer school yard fights.  I by no means approve of the fighting, but when did it need to include the police because a 12 year old pushed another kid in Science class.  Maybe I am missing something somewhere, but isn't that part of growing up.  You get into a fight, you get detention at school and then you go home and get punished.  You learn what you did was wrong and move on--no need for police.  I guess this world really has changed and kids can no longer be kids.  I guess I have turned into one of those "old" folks that sits around and says "back in my day".  The part of the story I feel bad about is Kyle got hit in the back of the head for "turning the other cheek".  Kyle is starting to have a real temper problem, I am constantly telling him to just walk away, it is not worth it.  Well today the kid kept egging Kyle on and he walked away and got hit in the back of the head.  I told him he didn't get in trouble though.  However, I also talked to him today and told him I found out today just how much more important it is for him not to hit anyone.  Not only will he probably get in trouble in school, apparently he could also get arrested nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-233923393628813013?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/233923393628813013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=233923393628813013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/233923393628813013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/233923393628813013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/huh-are-you-serious.html' title='Huh? - Are you Serious?'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-8636572524231756914</id><published>2008-10-08T19:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:11:55.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's Flour Baby</title><content type='html'>I am not sure about everyone else out there, but I do remember the "pretend" baby when I was in school. You take a 5lb bag of flour, that has been taped up so in case it gets punctured you don't have flour everywhere, then you put a head on it, some arms and legs and dress it up. Well, last week Kyle had to take care of his flour baby. It really was cute, he did a good job. His baby even had play dates with his sister, he had to write a journal and he wrote how much his sister loved his baby. It was pretty funny, he had to take a shower and he asked Zayne to watch his baby--Zayne said sure. Zayne then proceeded to go into our room--I didn't really realize. All of a sudden Kyle comes out and asks who was watching his baby. I heard the conversation so I told him his father. Kyle replied by informing me his baby was left on the kitchen table alone. He was not happy--it was kind of funny. Hopefully he gets a good grade on it, he really put a lot of effort into it. Below are some pictures of Angelina Christine Woods.



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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best looking catcher I know!!!!
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Here is the latest update.  Mom got power Monday and once she verified her water was back up too, she went home that night, one less at the shelter.  However, we gained an overnight visitor on Tuesday.  Even though my dad had no power, he would still sleep at home.  He would come over during the day and in the evening, but it has actually been cool enough he was able to sleep at home.  Monday night he said it was getting a bit humid, and Tuesday was going to be worse--so he slept on our couch.  His power finally came back on last night.  Once we found out Angela was already in bed, so Tricia and Angela went home tonight--the have no cable but they have power.  Kamryn does not realize yet that they went home, so the next couple of days should be interesting.  Every day this week when I picked her up she would say baby on our way home.  So good news--most of us have power.  My uncle in Kingwood was still out as of Monday, but I don't know if they have gotten it since.  Unfortunately Uncle John and Aunt Kathy (Shelter Hoose) are still out of power.  They got a generator over the weekend, but Houston Humidity is no fun without an AC--so hopefully the man upstairs will find a way to get them their power on soon!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-5624271565493833848?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5624271565493833848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=5624271565493833848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5624271565493833848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5624271565493833848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/shelter-woods-is-closed.html' title='Shelter Woods is closed'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-5148944369942212255</id><published>2008-09-22T20:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:04:58.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn &amp; Angela</title><content type='html'>Kamryn and Angela have really started to get attached to each other. Kamryn will walk around saying baby, then when she sees her, her face just lights up. It is real funny when Angela is asleep then wakes up--Kamryn will jump up, say baby, and then run to the room. Kamryn really likes to help with baby, she sees up rub and pat the baby's back, so she will start to rub her leg if she gets upset. Angela is so funny too, she will start to cry and I am not kidding, all Kamryn has to do is stand in front of her and she will stop. I think once Tricia and Angela go back home, Kamryn and Angela are going to really have a hard time adjusting to being apart. I am attaching some pictures--sorry if there is a lot, but I really couldn't decide.

&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn gets a little territorial, no one can sit on dad's lap unless she does too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM7Raw49I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1So77I4AlTk/s1600-h/PICT0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249029946871964626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM7Raw49I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1So77I4AlTk/s320/PICT0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bath time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM69nLhoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jN9ixt-TXnk/s1600-h/PICT0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249029941555332738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM69nLhoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jN9ixt-TXnk/s320/PICT0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just hanging out on Nana's make shift bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM7kdNMBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zlTEZHDAJk4/s1600-h/PICT0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249029951982481426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM7kdNMBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zlTEZHDAJk4/s320/PICT0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM7mGUqNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fvylHgqk7gA/s1600-h/PICT0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249029952423373010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM7mGUqNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fvylHgqk7gA/s320/PICT0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn trying to pose with baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhNWCzObDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CrjPuP0CbVw/s1600-h/PICT0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249030406804499506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhNWCzObDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CrjPuP0CbVw/s320/PICT0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhNWsS0GnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y8qelrvfoxA/s1600-h/PICT0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249030417942846066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhNWsS0GnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y8qelrvfoxA/s320/PICT0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kisses!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhNWlQM1UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LlQBQlLTvC8/s1600-h/PICT0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249030416052835650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhNWlQM1UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LlQBQlLTvC8/s320/PICT0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhNWUd3ujI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lUGg2WWAPn4/s1600-h/PICT0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249030411546769970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhNWUd3ujI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lUGg2WWAPn4/s320/PICT0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't we look cute in our matching PJ's.  Kamryn was also trying to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM74zEv3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/dMDzTB9Oz-w/s1600-h/PICT0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249029957442912114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM74zEv3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/dMDzTB9Oz-w/s320/PICT0375.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/8537047956890112119-5148944369942212255?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5148944369942212255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=5148944369942212255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5148944369942212255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5148944369942212255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/kamryn-angela.html' title='Kamryn &amp; Angela'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SNhM7Raw49I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1So77I4AlTk/s72-c/PICT0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3777890504467715367</id><published>2008-09-22T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:44:48.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal - what is normal</title><content type='html'>Well, things are getting closer to normal.  I am back at work and Kyle will go back to school on Wednesday - he is actually looking forward to going back.  I have still been the only one with power; HOWEVER, I believe mom has power now.  I called her house and the answering machine picked up, we just don't have verification on water yet.  It has been a little cramped at our house lately, but I really hate to complain--we are all alright.  It is just you have your space and your way of doing things, and it is hard to adjust sometimes-but I have.  Zayne sent me to get a massage yesterday-much needed and was nice.  It really has not been that bad.  I actually really feel bad for the rest of my family and my friend from work here--we all just want to get back to normalcy.  When the storm hit and they said it could be 2-3 weeks before power got back--we all thought "yeah, right".  Well, they were right.  But again, I will have to say that I can't complain, we may all be a little inconvenienced, but we are alive and with little damage to any of our houses.  I already know a few people who have extensive damage to the house, not livable damage.  My family is very lucky and blessed, and I am thankful for that--and some day this will be one of those stories we talk about at Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Hope everyone out there is well and doing alright!!!  I have a lot of cute stories about Kamyrn and Angela and a few picutres--I will post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3777890504467715367?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3777890504467715367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3777890504467715367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3777890504467715367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3777890504467715367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/normal-what-is-normal.html' title='Normal - what is normal'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2967115282808039863</id><published>2008-09-15T21:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:13:18.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, we are almost completely back to normal. We finally got power last night and then the phone back tonight so finally able to let everyone know we are alright. Here is the "lowdown".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelter Hoose: They still have no power, but damage was minimal. We stopped by there and the pool was a little dirty and their fence got knocked down. Haven't inspected roof, but they seem to make it out alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's: Still no power or water. She may have gotten some water in roof, not able to investigate too much yet and part of her fence was knocked down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelter Hake: They still have no power and really no damage. A bunch of his neighbors had trees uprooted, but thankfully none hit houses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GGPa &amp;amp; GG: They are still in Austin, not sure when they are going to get home.  They are not real sure about the condition of their house in Clear Lake either.  GG"s dad heard from a neighbor and it sounds like his house and probably GG's sister's house is okay--they live in Texas City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelter Woods: Well, let me tell you sitting here with my mom and two kids listening to what sounded like the world coming down around me was not what I want to do again. The terror I had, I texted Zayne and all it said was scared. I really didn't want to worry him too much, but just really needed him. After I got to talk to him the next day, found out that in almost the heart of the storm (about 3 am up) he was out fighting a fire. When they got back the city decided it was too dangerous and they shut down service until it was safer. When it was said and done, the only thing was part of our fence was knocked down and then we found a huge branch on our roof tonight. We were very thankful and lucky, my heart and prayers really go out to everyone else out there. Kyle will go back to school on Thursday, which means so will Kamryn. As for my work, we are out for the rest of the week--maybe longer. Our building has no power and don't know when they will get it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry this blog is so long--just seems like so much has happened. I have pictures to post. There are some of our house and then some of what we saw when we drove around. When looking at these pictures, keep in mind we are about 80 miles north of the coast, I can't imagine what some of it looks like down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are pictures of our backyard.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hbVeDEmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TphIPIkVMJM/s1600-h/PICT0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246448844413276770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hbVeDEmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TphIPIkVMJM/s320/PICT0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hbo0tXGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yzgkI-5Og6w/s1600-h/PICT0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246448849608596578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hbo0tXGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yzgkI-5Og6w/s320/PICT0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of my dad's street:
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hb4MOXXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J69V7NcDTLA/s1600-h/PICT0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246448853733760370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hb4MOXXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J69V7NcDTLA/s320/PICT0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hbyqKwdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MfyEBG4QUPU/s1600-h/PICT0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246448852248740306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hbyqKwdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MfyEBG4QUPU/s320/PICT0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of his neighbors' taunting Ike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hcd0t9NI/AAAAAAAAAII/e4zUY8Wia30/s1600-h/PICT0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246448863835714770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hcd0t9NI/AAAAAAAAAII/e4zUY8Wia30/s320/PICT0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here are some of when we were driving around:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h5mzB6DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FWH3mrEVPYY/s1600-h/PICT0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246449364460759090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h5mzB6DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FWH3mrEVPYY/s320/PICT0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6FA_nUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pnLlTt4EAoY/s1600-h/PICT0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246449372572392770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6FA_nUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pnLlTt4EAoY/s320/PICT0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6EKmCZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QkHReNnEKQ8/s1600-h/PICT0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246449372344224146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6EKmCZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QkHReNnEKQ8/s320/PICT0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We saw this one on the news, luckily the people weren't home, so no one got hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6TqBOmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ueCqx5dG7js/s1600-h/PICT0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246449376502561378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6TqBOmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ueCqx5dG7js/s320/PICT0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6SqyrrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mTmxVi2olnc/s1600-h/PICT0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246449376237366962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6SqyrrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mTmxVi2olnc/s320/PICT0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6SqyrrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mTmxVi2olnc/s1600-h/PICT0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8h6SqyrrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mTmxVi2olnc/s1600-h/PICT0338.JPG"&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/8537047956890112119-2967115282808039863?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2967115282808039863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2967115282808039863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2967115282808039863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2967115282808039863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-made-it.html' title='We made it'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SM8hbVeDEmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TphIPIkVMJM/s72-c/PICT0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3426208885265262901</id><published>2008-09-12T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:00:31.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Update for now</title><content type='html'>Well, it is starting to look like rain here and it is looking really bad down at the shore already, so this will be my last update for awhile.  Not that I am "signing off" for good; however, I am shutting down my computer and unplugging it--can't afford to lose it right now.  Heard from Shelter Hake and sounds like they are doing fine.  Shelter Hoose called a little while ago and they good to go.  Shelter Woods has their all the beds set up in the living room and we are ready to ride out the storm together.  We will watch it as long as we can.  As I am wrapping this up I can hear the winds picking up.  Good thing these days, with cell phones if we do lose electricity and land lines, we can still keep in touch with each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3426208885265262901?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3426208885265262901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3426208885265262901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3426208885265262901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3426208885265262901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-update-for-now.html' title='Last Update for now'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-4761961927363016215</id><published>2008-09-12T12:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:21:43.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Picture</title><content type='html'>Okay, no update; but I saw this picture and i thought it was pretty cool. This is the seawall down at Galveston. Except for the terror this brings, I think the crashing waves are pretty cool. I think that person needs to be heading home though--or he will be on the news soon.



&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SMqkziAN-EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3wwTB2mf_hE/s1600-h/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245185921234368578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SMqkziAN-EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3wwTB2mf_hE/s320/waves.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/8537047956890112119-4761961927363016215?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4761961927363016215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=4761961927363016215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4761961927363016215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4761961927363016215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/cool-picture.html' title='Cool Picture'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SMqkziAN-EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3wwTB2mf_hE/s72-c/waves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-7233286998438383279</id><published>2008-09-12T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:15:49.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, not a big update, but look at the pretty picture, I wasn't really a big color red fan.  So, mom has decided that being alone may not be the best, so she is coming to Shelter Woods; however, she did bring her cat to Shelter Hoose.  Yes, there is another shelter I didn't mention, my uncle will be hunkering down at his house.  Things are well at Shelter Hake I believe too, but my "very intelligent" father is at work.  I am going to call that Lake Hobby.  Yes, he works about 40 miles south--closer to Ike.  He has assured me that he will be leaving and heading back to Shelter Hake about 11 or 12.  Spoke to GG last night, they made it safely to Austin.
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Our good ole Anthony Yanez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SMp3ftd_FNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kVnIozMgUbw/s1600-h/Ike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245136102691378386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SMp3ftd_FNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kVnIozMgUbw/s320/Ike.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-7233286998438383279?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7233286998438383279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=7233286998438383279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7233286998438383279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7233286998438383279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-not-big-update-but-look-at-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SMp3ftd_FNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kVnIozMgUbw/s72-c/Ike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3468924978191972529</id><published>2008-09-11T18:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:10:40.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike Update</title><content type='html'>Okay, well Kyle has no school so neither does Kamryn.  My office closed Friday, they actually shut us down at 3 today so our IT department could shut down the servers and do their computer thing to secure our stuff.  So, Zayne and I are cleaning up the "torpedoes" tonight and then he will be off to work in the morning.  I need to move the computer, I am going to try to move it so it is still accessible, but we will see.  If you are in the Gulf Coast Region--stay dry and safe!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3468924978191972529?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3468924978191972529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3468924978191972529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3468924978191972529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3468924978191972529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike-update.html' title='Ike Update'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1058567576007238192</id><published>2008-09-11T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:34:49.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>Well fellow friends and family-here comes another storm.  Not much to update at this point, we are just waiting to see if Kyle's school will be closed.  If Kyle's school is closed, then Kamryn's will be and we will all be home!!!  This time it will not be as bad as missing work with the last one, the real busy time is over and we are trying to get ahead with the anticipation of not being here.  Where will we all be.  Right now here is the plan:  GG and GGPa are headed to Austin, much to my grandfather's dismay.  He was already to stick it out; however, Mayor White had other plans for his zip code.  Dad's trip to Dallas has been canceled--I know it would be safer there, but can we remember parking lot Rita a few years ago.  So him, Tricia and Angela are going to be at Shelter Hake.  Right now mom is going to stay at her house, unless it gets bad, then she will be coming to Shelter Woods.  Zayne has to work on Friday, so it will just be me and the kids--but we are troopers and will be fine (working on the "strong for the kids" attitude).  I am really not overly freaked, yet, just going to secure what I can tonight and make sure we have the essentials and see what happens.  As long as I have electricity and Internet access I will try to keep all you non Gulf Coast family and friends updated.  Hey, maybe this storm will bring some weather pictures, we had none last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-1058567576007238192?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1058567576007238192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=1058567576007238192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1058567576007238192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/1058567576007238192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2640587977119458033</id><published>2008-09-09T19:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:39:49.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn on the Cob</title><content type='html'>I am a little late with this post, but the pictures are too cute to not post. Labor Day weekend we spent at my grandparents house in Clear Lake. Well actually Kamryn and--Zayne had a cook off in Pasadena (which wasn't far so we spent the day there) and Kyle got to take a trip to St. Louis. Corn on the cob is a good summer veggie and what a way to end the summer with some last corn on the cob. I didn't think Kamryn could eat the corn off the cob, so I scraped some off onto her plate. She looked at everyone else eating the corn off the cob, looked at hers on the plate and then looked at me like I was crazy. So, needless to say Kamryn is able to eat corn on the cob--with a little help.

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn on her first Jet Ski ride
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2twsZMmUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1S7mlNeVZr4/s1600-h/PICT0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241536593391294786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2twsZMmUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1S7mlNeVZr4/s320/PICT0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2twvVjJmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TVWwKeiPhAU/s1600-h/PICT0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241536594181301858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2twvVjJmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TVWwKeiPhAU/s320/PICT0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn actually had more fund hanging out in her own pool.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2tw4AEfWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_wpuQRRH-K8/s1600-h/PICT0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241536596507131234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2tw4AEfWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_wpuQRRH-K8/s320/PICT0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lounging in the sun!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2txM_RvGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZVaC72ZOqQ0/s1600-h/PICT0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241536602140949602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2txM_RvGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZVaC72ZOqQ0/s320/PICT0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zayne and Kyle taking the Jet Ski's for a ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2twcpyzOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WSHcRVKXX6o/s1600-h/PICT0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241536589165939938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2twcpyzOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WSHcRVKXX6o/s320/PICT0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2utmu9ovI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zDweq9Lu27U/s1600-h/IMG_2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241537639843996402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2utmu9ovI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zDweq9Lu27U/s320/IMG_2033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kamryn being her adorable self.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2ut1CGJII/AAAAAAAAAGo/3nWnYoztZ_I/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241537643682342018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2ut1CGJII/AAAAAAAAAGo/3nWnYoztZ_I/s320/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ulysses taking one of the newcomers to the picnic, Beckey for a spin!!  Go Beckey!!!
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2uuKgtBLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3DHc0JU8eys/s1600-h/IMG_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241537649447863474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SL2uuKgtBLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3DHc0JU8eys/s320/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SLVSOTb7ZYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7eBJFt0iHnU/s1600-h/PICT0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239184147204498818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SLVSOTb7ZYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7eBJFt0iHnU/s320/PICT0271.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/8537047956890112119-2998744822048433721?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2998744822048433721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2998744822048433721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2998744822048433721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2998744822048433721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/footsie-pajamas.html' title='Footsie Pajamas'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SLVSOTb7ZYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7eBJFt0iHnU/s72-c/PICT0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-7413489328766202083</id><published>2008-08-25T06:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:56:12.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update, so much of this blog is about Kamryn that I have to mention big brother.  Today is his first day of 7th grade.  I will have to post later about how it went!!  I also have a funny of Zayne--definitely getting posted later.  Not to mention we spent the day at the lake on Saturday.  I will update all later--just wanted a quick note right now, just waiting for Kyle to get up and I am going to make him pancakes, kind of a first day of school thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-7413489328766202083?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7413489328766202083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=7413489328766202083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7413489328766202083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7413489328766202083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-7954531275539719210</id><published>2008-08-21T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:57:44.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Yeah, back to school.  We went back to school today, with our golden diaper rash cream in tote.  Hopefully, we make it the whole day.  I think so, she has been having better diapers and her rash is looking better.  Now I can get back to a full day of work too!!  Kyle starts back on Monday, so summer is just about over :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-7954531275539719210?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7954531275539719210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=7954531275539719210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7954531275539719210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/7954531275539719210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-5980005899024370221</id><published>2008-08-20T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:15:37.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden "Bottom" Cream</title><content type='html'>Okay, I will never complain about the price of Boudreaux's again.  This all started Sunday morning.  Kamryn woke up with a very lose diaper, not common for her.  Well it doesn't get any better for the next couple of days.I called the doctor Tuesday morning and they just put her on a strict diet:  bananas, toast, cereal, bread, Pedialyte--all the "yum, yum" stuff, also said to put this powder stuff in her drinks to help.  Okay, so that is what we do, and of course she has developed a rash during this--who wouldn't with with all this going on.  However, yesterday the rash was so bad she is starting to bleed--this girl what a trooper--still full of giggles and smiles.  We had an appointment with her ENT doctor today, so while there I called her doctor to see if she could squeezer her--no prob.  Yep, bad rash--so she gave us a prescription and we were on our merry way.  We started getting prescriptions years ago at Kroger's--they have all our info why change--so off we go to fill the prescription. Don't have the ingredients, they called CVS--no luck there.  We went across the street to Wal-Mart--still no luck.  Zayne called the doctor, apparently this diaper rash cream is a compound prescription and we need to go to a compound pharmacy--wouldn't you know the doctor's office has on right there.  It is starting to pour and we really don't want to drive back out there--we talked to the pharmacist at Wal-Mart and there is a compound pharmacy in downtown Tomball--well of course.  So off we went, we pull into the parking lot and I am not sure if we have Kamryn's insurance card-so I am searching, good found it.  We go in and of course they say insurance does not cover compound prescriptions, of course not, silly us.  So Zayne and I are thinking, great what is this going to cost us.  So we wait and it is finally done.  $36, okay now by prescription standards that really is not high, but this is for a tube of diaper rash cream.  So, no more complaints about Boudreaux's, I will gladly pay whatever they ask--until it reaches $36!!  We also find out our doctor really likes Boudreaux's; however, just isn't going to work for this.  She said we should see an improvement by Friday--now if we can get her blow out problem taken care of!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-5980005899024370221?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5980005899024370221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=5980005899024370221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5980005899024370221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/5980005899024370221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/golden-bottom-cream.html' title='Golden &quot;Bottom&quot; Cream'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-449612445705839198</id><published>2008-08-19T15:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:34:11.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks at the Game</title><content type='html'>I forgot about the fireworks. When the game was over they had fireworks. Kamryn seemed to enjoy them, even though she wasn't real sure what was going on.  Fireworks are not the easiest thing to take a picture of; however, below are a couple of my attempts.



&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKstufcIy_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XxoLDvxeZBo/s1600-h/PICT0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236329268485082098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKstufcIy_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XxoLDvxeZBo/s320/PICT0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKstuEt79QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XjR_fHRVGl4/s1600-h/PICT0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236329261311980802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKstuEt79QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XjR_fHRVGl4/s320/PICT0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy was trying to help Kamryn with the ooohs and aaahs.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKstuOKzHtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ep_VDq4TQqI/s1600-h/PICT0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236329263848955602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKstuOKzHtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ep_VDq4TQqI/s320/PICT0219.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/8537047956890112119-449612445705839198?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/449612445705839198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=449612445705839198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/449612445705839198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/449612445705839198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/fireworks-at-game.html' title='Fireworks at the Game'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKstufcIy_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XxoLDvxeZBo/s72-c/PICT0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3741547254084194388</id><published>2008-08-19T15:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:27:18.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Rock Express Game</title><content type='html'>Well, we finally made it to a Round Rock Express game. For those who don't know The Express is the Triple-A minor league team to the Astros. It really was a lot of fun, even though we REALLY lost and it rained. I am also apparently getting blamed for the rain, because this is not the first out of town game I have planned--and it rained. At least on the plus side, this was not as bad as the last one. I will explain: a couple of years ago we went a Cardinals game at Busch Stadium. We are sitting there and the sky is looking awfully dark and gloomy. The game is about to begin and there is all this lightning and wind--for those of us from a coastline, it seemed like a small tropical storm. The winds almost knocked Kyle over. After about an hour of rain and the field crew observing the field, the game finally resumed. Back to Round Rock: when we got there Kyle and Amanda went to the "Fun Zone". They have a little area set up for kids to play, it looked really neat. The temp was rather nice, probably had something to do with the rain--it actually got a little chilly for a little bit. I will post some game pictures:


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Here is the "Fun Zone"&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKsrRwSfoQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uDpSdpOtjbw/s1600-h/PICT0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236326575768576258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKsrRwSfoQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uDpSdpOtjbw/s320/PICT0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;J. R. Towles catching, he started the year with The Astros, then got sent back down.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKsrSHQXWDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gEtMBZnPUOM/s1600-h/PICT0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236326581933660210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKsrSHQXWDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gEtMBZnPUOM/s320/PICT0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our cute family, we were actually pretty close to the field.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKsrSXhAl9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/b9mSF0Hpa_o/s1600-h/PICT0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236326586298439634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKsrSXhAl9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/b9mSF0Hpa_o/s320/PICT0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKssS-n-lSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rmzwgr1u0ac/s1600-h/PICT0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236327696308278562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKssS-n-lSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rmzwgr1u0ac/s320/PICT0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't I just the cutest, sitting here in my seat!
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKsrTOBuDkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MzKwX_XZaCM/s1600-h/PICT0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236326600931151426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKsrTOBuDkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MzKwX_XZaCM/s320/PICT0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3741547254084194388?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3741547254084194388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3741547254084194388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3741547254084194388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3741547254084194388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/round-rock-express-game.html' title='Round Rock Express Game'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SKsrRwSfoQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uDpSdpOtjbw/s72-c/PICT0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-883007354606389572</id><published>2008-08-15T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:43:39.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I apologize for not updating sooner. It has been a busy week, but I wanted to send a quick update of a few things before we are off for a very "mini" vacation. Yes mini vacation, we are driving to Round Rock in the morning to see a baseball game, we are also going to get to see my sister, Amanda. Round Rock Express is the AAA minor league team for the Astros and we have been talking about going--so here we are finally going. My sister is going to the game with us and my dad is coming along for the ride. Those who know my family, know my father is the heart of all our baseball love. Well the only real thing that happened this week, was Kamryn got bit at school. Yes you all heard correct, she got bit. Skin wasn't broken, but her arm was swollen and here Friday there is still a mark. I guess brother needs to work on that self defense with her already. She handled it like a trooper. It happened right before I got there, so there were still tears and ice being applied--but no pacifier. We are trying to get her off the pacifier, so she really only has it to sleep. So even with the traumatic bite, she calmed down with no pacifier. Yeah Kami C!!!!! Hey, I have to look at the positive in this. Well, we will be taking pictures this weekend and I will let everyone know how it goes! Have a good weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-883007354606389572?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/883007354606389572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=883007354606389572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/883007354606389572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/883007354606389572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-3862844173660464543</id><published>2008-08-10T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:19:37.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Dancer</title><content type='html'>Today we spent the afternoon at Zayne's parents.  We had a nice afternoon, and Kamryn was a ham as always and Kyle finally got play cards with the "big people".  Kamryn loves to dance, she has some toys that play music and she moves her little hips around and dances.  Zayne's parents have a clock that plays a song at the top of every hour.  At first Kamryn was not sure about it, by the time she left she was moving to the music.  However, the funniest was her dancing to Paw Paw's whistling.  Zayne's dad was whistling and at first Kamryn kind of just looked at him.  Well then she started dancing and putting her fingers up in the air.  When he would stop whistling she would look at him for a minute and then she would put her fingers back in the air.  This was her indication, that he may be tired of whistling, she was not tired of dancing.  This went on for a little while--it was too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-3862844173660464543?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3862844173660464543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=3862844173660464543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3862844173660464543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/3862844173660464543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-little-dancer.html' title='Our Little Dancer'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-1973276326175530734</id><published>2008-08-10T20:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:15:04.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn's First Toothbrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, one of the things at Kamryn's last check up they mentioned was to start having Kamryn brush her teeth. So, today we got Kamryn her first toothbrush. For the last two days Kyle would tell Kamryn to open her mouth and she would open it real wide and stick her tongue out-not today. We told her to open her mouth, she saw the toothbrush and she wouldn't open up. I finally got her to open up and we brushed her teeth. I then let her try, brother ended up helping out. New task to work on.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-4645001212845543863?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4645001212845543863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=4645001212845543863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4645001212845543863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/4645001212845543863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/schlitterbahn-picture.html' title='Schlitterbahn Picture'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhufaPWWxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EupJtHXmOgY/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-841151499311473331</id><published>2008-08-05T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:11:38.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Edouard</title><content type='html'>Tropical Depression?  Tropical Storm?  Hurricane?  Not sure what the storm is, just know it is causing me to miss work.  We seem to have a bit of a storm coming through, but don't they know it is month end (only my workaholic father would understand this).  So I get up this morning, get dressed and get Kamryn ready for school.  We load up in the car, yes it was raining-but nothing major.  Off to school we go, only to find out when we pull into the parking lot that the school was closed due to weather (just so you know, I was not the only one in the parking lot-so there are other workaholic parents out there).  Normally I wouldn't be too upset about this, a day home with the kids; however, this is the first week of the month (busiest for me) and all I can think about is what a day I am going to have tomorrow.  Oh well, the kids and I are going to enjoy our day right now.  It has basically rained ALL DAY so far, but again--nothing major.  I just hope we don't lose power--that would cause for a hot miserable day off.  If anything major happens, like downed trees or flooded streets, I will be sure to share pictures.  Love to all and stay dry!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-841151499311473331?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/841151499311473331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=841151499311473331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/841151499311473331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/841151499311473331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/storm-edouard.html' title='Storm Edouard'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-6770799431306511104</id><published>2008-08-05T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:04:22.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Pictures</title><content type='html'>Yeah, finally got the pictures to work. Not really sure what the problem was.


&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zayne, Kamryn &amp;amp; Kyle on ferry ride over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhqvN6GIsI/AAAAAAAAADA/Uyd4zdQ05-A/s1600-h/PICT0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231048326610559682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhqvN6GIsI/AAAAAAAAADA/Uyd4zdQ05-A/s320/PICT0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayne &amp;amp; Kyle taking Kamryn out into the water.
&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhqvGLaUqI/AAAAAAAAADI/KNlfiOu5OIE/s1600-h/PICT0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231048324535702178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhqvGLaUqI/AAAAAAAAADI/KNlfiOu5OIE/s320/PICT0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn venturing on her own. She loved sitting in the water and playing.
&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhqvhlpgQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g3yV83tN60s/s1600-h/PICT0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231048331893506306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhqvhlpgQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g3yV83tN60s/s320/PICT0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kamryn and brother playing in the sand.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brother was getting buried in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhrjCtHTrI/AAAAAAAAADo/j_JDmL7xxps/s1600-h/PICT0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231049216956518066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhrjCtHTrI/AAAAAAAAADo/j_JDmL7xxps/s320/PICT0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-6770799431306511104?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6770799431306511104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=6770799431306511104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6770799431306511104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/6770799431306511104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-pictures.html' title='Yeah Pictures'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SJhqvN6GIsI/AAAAAAAAADA/Uyd4zdQ05-A/s72-c/PICT0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537047956890112119.post-2437038043025674565</id><published>2008-08-04T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:57:10.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone-sorry for such a delay in posts, but what a week we have had.  Started with Kamryn's 15 month check-up and shots last Tuesday.  She is hitting all her "milestones".  The doctor seemed happy with her progress, and then mom asked the question -- "When should we start taking her off the pacifier?".  The doctor said at 15 months (did I mention that is how old our sweet angel is now).  So, we have started to ween her from the pacifier -  she gets it when she sleeps.  When Kamryn gets up in the morning she either puts the pacifier in her basket, or gives it to us.  She is doing good-wait til she finds out she is about to loose it all together.  So after her appointment we had lunch with dad, and then when he got home it was off to vacation.  We decided to go to Clear Lake and Galveston for vacation this year.  So off to GG and GGPa's we went Tuesday night.  GG and GGPa so graciously watched Kamryn on Wed so we could spend the day with Kyle at Schlitterbahn.  We really had a lot of fun, by the end of the day we were all missing Kamryn though-even Kyle was saying how much his sister would enjoy that place.  Next year she will get her chance.  We really thought she was too young -  and Zayne and I really thought Kyle needed some alone time with us.  We got a picture taken there - I scanned it, see if I can get it on the blog though -  nope didn't work.  If I can figure out how to do it later I will post.  Then Thursday was the big day-----Kamryn's first day at the beach.  SHE LOVED IT.  Not a fear in the world.  We took the ferry over and she wasn't sure at first, but was smiling before long.  Then at the beach, she just laughed and played.  She would just run into the water, we really had to watch her.  I will continue the week later -  this is getting kind of long and I want to post the beach pictures.  Okay I am having issues with the pictures.  I will post this and get the pictures up later.  The rest of the week went pretty well, GG and GGPa are great hosts.  Kyle played a lot of UNO with them.  Kamryn and I found UT UNO cards--so you know Kyle and GG were all over that.  It was really nice to just relax and have some time.  I had a lot of problems with my tooth, but we even made it through that.  A great big thank you to the Hoose B&amp;amp;B!!!!!  Now we are back to reality and work-even though there is excitement brewing in the Gulf.  we will have to see what happens!! Keep checking and I will work on those pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537047956890112119-2437038043025674565?l=thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2437038043025674565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537047956890112119&amp;postID=2437038043025674565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2437038043025674565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537047956890112119/posts/default/2437038043025674565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodsbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>amers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256427278038784763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DQ17slqgiK8/SH_pDjkkLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwp4wT8AdhI/S220/s41457cb116990_32_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
