<?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-5225932747277225757</id><updated>2012-01-24T19:36:30.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Huntsman Herd</title><subtitle type='html'>Cory * Holly * Cody * Bo Daniel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3432191681311892874</id><published>2012-01-16T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:48:48.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky 13... or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Pregnant.  It is a Miracle.  Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has been a LONG time coming.  In October, after months of fertility,  I was told that I would not be able to have anymore children, and I needed to start thinking about a Hysterectomy.  I was devastated, but I kept thinking I needed to hurry and get it done before the end of the year for insurance purposes, but I just couldn't make myself make the call.  Finally, we decided this wasn't a decision you rush to make just to avoid a new deductible, so I chilled out a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next thing I know, I'm pregnant! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.  I am pregnant for the 13th time.  13!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is 13 Lucky?  I feel so blessed, and yes, LUCKY to be expecting again.  And the first 13 weeks of pregnancy were great!  I was Sick, and Tired, and deliriously happy! Then Week 13 came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the same old familiar problems started.  Cramping, back problems, etc.  I went to see my sweet Dr.  and right away he took me into a room so we could listen for that heartbeat.  That moment of silence after they put the microphone to your belly, before the sound of that heartbeat, is the worst silence in the entire world!!  And then FINALLY that racing beat!  I was so relieved!!  The baby was Fine.  To make sure, my Dr. did a quick ultrasound to see what could be causing my pain.  Cysts.  The Dr. said is was going to be ok, we were just going to keep an eye on them, and I was to take it easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From there it just went down hill.  I am 15 weeks now, and this week started out with a bang.  On Sunday night I started spotting.  For me, that means one thing.  I showed up at Dr. Verads office with big tears asking if they could find a heartbeat.  I have to say, I LOVE my Dr. and I LOVE his staff.  They took me right in, no appointment, no warning. They were all so concerned, and so sympathetic.  We went back to listen for the heartbeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I KNEW we weren't going to hear anything.  I KNEW he was going to say, "We can't hear it with this, but lets go do a quick look and see."  And then I KNEW we were going to do an ultrasound and see the same thing I've seen more often than not.  A baby, and no Heartbeat, and that would lead to all the other steps that go along with losing a baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, this time was different.  There was STILL a Heartbeat!!!  The minute I heard it, I think I fell apart!  I can not explain the feelings I had.  I was so incredibly thankful to my Father in Heaven for not letting this be like all the other times.  And I cried.  Holy Cow I cried!!  I was Hysterical!  And my sweet Dr. just kept the microphone on my belly, even though it was violently jerking with my sobbing, just so I could just listen to that incredible sound of my baby's heart beating!  After a few minutes, when my sobbing slowed down, he asked if I was ok to hold still for a minute so he could really listen to the heart and make sure it was ok.  And then we went in for an ultrasound to see what was causing all the problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Placenta tore a little, which is what caused the bleeding.  Without all the medical jargon, here is the problem:  I have thick blood that clots and blocks the placenta.  For my treatment, I give myself a shot everyday that is going to thin out my blood, and we're hoping that will solve the problem.  It's a pretty aggressive treatment, but after consulting with a few other doctors and knowing this is basically my last chance at having another child, we decided to go for it.  The risk being I hemorrhage and die.  Cory and I are optimistic that this time is going to be different, and we will be able to bring home the final member of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think we are doing the right thing, and I feel confident that everything will be fine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the past, my pregnancies have only made it to week 10, with 2 exceptions.  We lost a little boy at 15 weeks, and our little girl at 23 weeks.  Since I am 15 weeks now, we met that mile stone.  I have my eyes set on week 23, if we can make it that far, I think we'll have this thing in the bag.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to thank everyone for your kind words, and support, and most of all your prayers!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3432191681311892874?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3432191681311892874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3432191681311892874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3432191681311892874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3432191681311892874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucky-13-or-not.html' title='Lucky 13... or not?'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2160247946188309943</id><published>2011-02-20T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:21:32.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-Date...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a quick up-date for family and friends wondering what has happened to us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, let me say our computer is on the fritz, (add it to the list right?) So, no pictures, but we are all alive and well, and healthy for a change, so that is a step in the right direction.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the breakdown:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bo Daniel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  Bo started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre-&lt;/span&gt;school after Thanksgiving, and is loving every second he spends at 'cool'.  As with his older brother, we are working on his speech, and it seems to be improving daily.  We haven't put him in Speech yet, and don't know if we will, but time will tell.  This little boy just makes me laugh one second, and scream the next!  He is as good when he's good as he is naughty when he's naughty.  I know he is my own kid, so of course I think he's brilliant, but really, Bo learns things so fast, and seems to be able to memorize just about anything.  However, we have been working on Colors for a long time, and for a while, I seriously swear the kid was Color Blind!  He could not get a color right to save his little soul.  All the sudden lately, he has just picked it up!  He knows Yellow, White, Green, and Black perfectly!  We're still struggling a little with Brown, Red, and Blue.  It really is pretty funny!  I love his sweet little face, and even when I'm ready to pull my hair out, he can smile at me with his big blue eyes, and I just melt.  I Just Love our little Bo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  Our little Cody is finishing his second year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school, and getting ready for Kindergarten!  He has been in Speech for a little more than a month now, and we both love it!!  His little speech teacher just couldn't be any cuter, and I think Cody has a little crush on her.  We are working on his articulation, as well as his language, and I am so proud of him and his progress.  This little boy is about as sweet as they come.  His sweet little heart is so big, he can't stand to see anyone upset, or angry, or hurt!  He is so protective of his little cousins, and his mom.  He never wants anyone to be left out.  We just signed him up for Tee-Ball, and can not believe he is old enough to begin the world of sports!!  We are so excited!!  He is such a joy to have in our home.  Love Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  Ah.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corster&lt;/span&gt;!  What can I say about him!?  Along with all his faults (ha ha ha)  he is absolutely the best Husband and Father on the planet.  We have had some really tough roads in the short time we have been together, and I really do not know where I would be without him.  He is the strongest, most handsome man (of course!) But, he is also the sweetest and most sensitive.  He is still so happy with his job, but his passion is his hunting.  We have an excellent Antelope I am lucky enough to have displayed on my wall, and he is hoping to add a bear or lion to that (it will NEVER happen) but it's cute that he goes out looking for the trophy!  He is turning his hunting habits into a successful past time, so not too much to complain about!  I am so proud of how hard he works for our family, and how passionate he is about the things he loves.  He makes me Happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  Like I said, we have had some rough roads in the six years we have been together, but we are doing well.  On the baby front, we are NOT expecting, but we are still hoping.  I feel like we have been so blessed with two beautiful boys, and I know our little girl, and little boy will always be part of our family.  I want so badly to have another baby, but I have decided that if it is not meant to be, we will be happy with what we have been blessed with, and we will be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, there you have it.  An update on the Huntsman Herd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing spectacular, but we're just plugging along happy as a couple little clams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-2160247946188309943?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/2160247946188309943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=2160247946188309943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2160247946188309943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2160247946188309943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2011/02/up-date.html' title='Up-Date...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2333579709431384330</id><published>2010-11-04T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:01:58.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUSTRALIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;November is National Adoption Month, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I stole this from a friends blog, but I think it is fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone who has struggled with infertility, or adoption, or anything else that comes with getting these little miracles here, it is worth taking a minute to read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mike-and-mary.com/2008/12/adoption-different-trips-to-same-place.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;Adoption: Different Trips to the Same Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;By Diane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Armitage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; printed in the April 21, 1995 "Dear Abby" column.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding to have a baby is like planning a trip to Australia. You've heard it's a wonderful place, you've read many guidebooks and feel certain you're ready to go. Everyone you know has traveled there by plane. They say it can be a turbulent flight with occasional rough landings, but you can look forward to being pampered on the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you go to the airport and ask the ticket agent for a ticket to Australia. All around you, excited people are boarding planes for Australia. It seems there is no seat for you; you'll have to wait for the next flight. Impatient, but anticipating a wonderful trip, you wait--and wait--and wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flights to Australia continue to come and go. People say silly things like, "Relax. You'll get on a flight soon." Other people actually get on a plane and then cancel their trip, to which you cry, "It's not fair!" After a long time the ticket agent tells you, "I'm sorry, we're not going to be able to get you on a plane to Australia. Perhaps you should think about going by boat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By BOAT!" you say. "Going by boat will take a very long time and it costs a great deal of money. I really had my heart set on going by plane."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you go home and think about not going to Australia at all. You wonder if Australia will be as beautiful if you approach it by sea rather than air. But you have long dreamed of this wonderful place, and finally you decide to travel by boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a long trip, many months over many rough seas. No one pampers you. You wonder if you will ever see Australia. Meanwhile, your friends have flown back and forth to Australia two or three more times, marveling about each trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one glorious day, the boat docks in Australia. It is more exquisite than you ever imagined, and the beauty is magnified by your long days at sea. You have made many wonderful friends during your voyage, and you find yourself comparing stories with others who also traveled by sea rather then by air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People continue to fly to Australia as often as they like, but you are about to travel only once, perhaps twice. Some say things like, "Oh, be glad you didn't fly. My flight was horrible; traveling by sea is so easy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always wonder what it would have been like to fly to Australia. Still, you know God blessed you with a special appreciation of Australia, and the beauty of Australia is not in the way you get there, but in the place itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Mary again): I'd like to add an extension to this story though, because I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;birthmoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; have yet another kind of trip. Perhaps (because I haven't taken that trip I don't know for sure), it would be something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You know that you'd like to travel to Australia someday, maybe in a few years or so, but have not started planning or packing for the trip at all. There's a lot to do before you can go to Australia. Then someone suddenly puts you on the plane and by the time you realize what's happened, you're already in mid-flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Wait!" you say, "I'm not ready to go yet, this can't be happening!" But you have no choice now. Your friends and family are shocked to learn that you're on the plane, but they help you adjust to the trip. Slowly, though the flight has a bumpy start, you begin to get used to the idea of going to Australia, and by the end of the flight, you're actually excited to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;During the trip you hear of a couple who are traveling by boat and have waited a long time to visit Australia, but though they are on their way, they can't get into the country. "Perhaps", you think, "I can let them go in my stead," though the decision is hard to make since now you really want to go to Australia. In the end, you decide to let these other people go to Australia instead of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When the plane lands, you walk off and watch as people excitedly rush off to their destinations. But you only get to see the airport. It's a bittersweet moment as you watch this couple go out to explore the country, but you're at least happy that you were able to give them the chance to go. With heavy heart, you get back on the plane and fly home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The couple sends you pictures and stories of their exciting adventures in Australia, and you start packing for the day when you can take the trip again, this time for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**Another addition, from me:  I have taken the trip to Australia.  Twice.  Both times it was a first class trip.  It was wonderful.  Then, after taking a break from 'traveling', we decided we wanted to go again!  This time, half-way through our flight, our plane crashed!  We've been drifting in this ocean wondering how we'll be rescued.  By some other plane? Maybe not first class, but still on the flight?  Or will a boat come along and pick us up?  Drifting is not a very nice place to be.  You want to just be home, but you still dream of getting to Australia.  You feel miserable about feeling miserable, because, unlike some, you've at least been to Australia,  but you still feel like you haven't seen all of it!  You miss it, and feel like your chance of getting back there is dwindling.  You think about going by boat, but then you think, is it fair to take a place on the boat if you have already gone to Australia by plane, twice, when there are so many wonderful people just trying to get to Australia anyway they can?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However you get there, whenever you get there, it is worth it!  It is worth all the heartache, the longing, the ups and downs, and everything in between!  Hang in there!  Your plane with be boarding soon!  Or your ship will come in!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-2333579709431384330?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/2333579709431384330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=2333579709431384330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2333579709431384330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2333579709431384330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/11/australia.html' title='AUSTRALIA!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-6339853922867165370</id><published>2010-08-26T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:13:48.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/THcRMCbzUZI/AAAAAAAACIY/oTieLfFfmjI/s1600/Sam+001.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509891567620673938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/THcRMCbzUZI/AAAAAAAACIY/oTieLfFfmjI/s320/Sam+001.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-6339853922867165370?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/6339853922867165370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=6339853922867165370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/6339853922867165370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/6339853922867165370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/08/sam.html' title=''/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/THcRMCbzUZI/AAAAAAAACIY/oTieLfFfmjI/s72-c/Sam+001.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-6819383845591315222</id><published>2010-08-25T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:06:33.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much has happened this summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a lot to catch up on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I'm not ready too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just FYI:  Baby #4 was delivered on June 4.  I was 14 weeks along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was able to hear his sweet little heartbeat, and lucky enough to find out he was a He.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer has been spent playing with family and friends, and taking some time to recover emotionally, physically, and spiritually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are good now, and I know they will continue to get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as I have time to look at my pictures and organize them, I will post them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than the first week, this summer has been a great one!  I'm sad to see it end... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-6819383845591315222?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/6819383845591315222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=6819383845591315222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/6819383845591315222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/6819383845591315222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-blog.html' title='Hello Blog!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-56430484372904161</id><published>2010-05-19T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:08:41.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if there is anything better than hearing your child's little heartbeat for the first time.  I got to today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After October, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to feel that same excitement about having a baby again, you forget what a miracle it is to get these little ones here, and sometimes you take it for granted, so when something horrible happens, even if it's in the odds, it feels like the end of the world.  It is.  And it's hard to look forward and be excited about it, when in the back of your mind the entire time are those horrible little words: What.If.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then you get up the courage to try again, and month after month it's the same.  Still no baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So then your mind starts to wonder, "maybe it's just not in the cards for us to have more kids."  We looked at our options, but given the financial strain of some of them, and the fact that we had two healthy strong children, we decided we would try one more time and then we would have to accept whatever happened.  It's an emotional roller-coaster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were thrilled when we found out we were expecting again, but it has been hard to get too excited.  But today, when I heard that beautiful thump, thump, thump, it is absolutely impossible to NOT get excited.  It is another miracle, and I am thrilled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are not all the way out of the woods just yet.  Baby is doing great, but mom: not.so.much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(stupid cervix!)  There are a few things we have to keep an eye on, and there will be a few more Dr. visits, and few more ultra-sounds, but I really think everything is going to be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby is due 12-07-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know!  Another December Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll Take it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-56430484372904161?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/56430484372904161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=56430484372904161&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/56430484372904161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/56430484372904161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-baby.html' title='New Baby'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3869875386109495532</id><published>2010-05-19T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:49:06.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the Darndest things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized that I haven't really been documenting the things that come out of the mouths of my children, they are so funny that I don't want to forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody:  Mom your a water buffalo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:  What?!  Why am I a water buffalo!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(if he says cause you look like one, I'm going to smack him!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody: I am a Kimodo Dragon, and I eat you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:  Hey Bo!  Guess What?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(not really expecting a response)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo:  WHHAAT! (emphasis on the T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It stopped there.  I just busted up laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:  Cody lets say your prayers and go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody:  (without any help from me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heavenly Father, thank you for this day, please bless mom, please bless dad, please bless bo bo, please bless baby, and please bless old macdonald's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the name of Jesus Christ Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Old MacDonald's is McDonald's!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo:  Hey Look!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:  what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo:  Cow... E-I-E-I-O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(even if there is not a cow anywhere to be seen!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody is really into know what everything eats.  He knows deer, mountain lions, bears, whales, polar bears, birds, etc.  He knows all the animals!  But it doesn't just stop there.  He likes to know what the people in our family eat as well, extended family included, some of his answers are pretty funny, but this one made me laugh out loud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cory:  Hey Cody, what does mommy eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody:  Ummmm.  Oh Oh I know!  COKE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm.  Well, I can't really argue with that!  :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll have to post more as I think of them.  Personally, I think my kids are freaking hilarious!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3869875386109495532?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3869875386109495532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3869875386109495532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3869875386109495532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3869875386109495532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/05/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids say the Darndest things!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-1335164259606003022</id><published>2010-05-07T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:16:16.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Man Hits the Big 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can NOT believe I have a baby that is old enough to be FOUR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We celebrated Cody's 4th Birthday on April 25th.  There is an absolutely AWESOME park by our house that has everything you could ever want...  Awesome Playground, tons of slides, great swings, an arena to ride horses, a fire pit to roast mallows, a sand volleyball court, a field good for any sport, and the best part... OFF the road, and completely fenced in!!!  Every time we go there, I think I fall more in love with it.  Perfect for a fabulous 4 party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The closer it got to Cody's birthday, the more excited he got.  I would ask what kind of party he wanted, and from the get-go it was to be a "dragon" party.  (He's a little obsessed with "How to train your dragon")  Not only was he to have a dragon party, but when I asked what kind of cake he wanted, it was Dragon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You think 'Dragon' would be specific enough for this kid.  Nope.  For weeks he said he wanted a WHITE cake.  White.  I don't know when this kid had a white cake, but he was adamant that it had to be white.  When I asked what color frosting, he was as sure as the rest, YELLOW.  So, here you have it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A White Cake, Yellow Dragon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RYH9LOtnI/AAAAAAAACIA/nM7LxAtPknM/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468592741238617714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RYH9LOtnI/AAAAAAAACIA/nM7LxAtPknM/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom is seriously the most talented person I know!  Not only did she slave away to make Cody his yellow dragon out of white cake, but she was as excited about it as Cody was!  What a sweet Grandma!  (You know this would not have happened without you mom!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RYHB0x-XI/AAAAAAAACH4/XTDPUMak2e8/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468592725306767730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RYHB0x-XI/AAAAAAAACH4/XTDPUMak2e8/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody's first time seeing his Dragon!  I think the picture says it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RYGP0He5I/AAAAAAAACHw/cococrO50oU/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468592711882210194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RYGP0He5I/AAAAAAAACHw/cococrO50oU/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this picture of Cody and Jax.  How sweet do these two boys look?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXU28tTTI/AAAAAAAACHo/VWtGSpvyDPc/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468591863393766706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXU28tTTI/AAAAAAAACHo/VWtGSpvyDPc/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody got all the plates and napkins (anything 'dragon' really) and lined it all up so he could just look at it.  Love this kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXUQoXmtI/AAAAAAAACHg/jVdfim2Pevs/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468591853107911378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXUQoXmtI/AAAAAAAACHg/jVdfim2Pevs/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And finally... The poor boy just couldn't take it anymore!  He just had to have a bite!  I was worried when I saw how awesome his cake was that he was not going to let us cut into it.  Really, we were figuring out how long it would take us to whip up some cupcakes to give everyone if it came to that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXTuxeNII/AAAAAAAACHY/ZMsHWZVmOsc/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468591844019287170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXTuxeNII/AAAAAAAACHY/ZMsHWZVmOsc/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my favorite line of the night (from Jaxson) "Cody, can you save some for the rest of us?"  He was so worried when he saw his cousin diggin' in that there wouldn't be any left for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXS-US0eI/AAAAAAAACHQ/kCwH6p5_EBg/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468591831012004322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXS-US0eI/AAAAAAAACHQ/kCwH6p5_EBg/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a little windy, so the blowing out of the candles was a little tricky.  And the dragon had taken a hit by then! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXSV-LwWI/AAAAAAAACHI/BN_4aHjNQuQ/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468591820181848418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RXSV-LwWI/AAAAAAAACHI/BN_4aHjNQuQ/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A Red Rider BB Gun with a scope and this little thingy which tells time!" -Ralphie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RWZIMHhII/AAAAAAAACHA/Lf7GUwyt4So/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468590837229651074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RWZIMHhII/AAAAAAAACHA/Lf7GUwyt4So/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chad, Anne, &amp;amp; Zach all went in on the ultimate gift!  The BB gun.  I don't know who was more excited about it, Cody, or Cory!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RWYRM4byI/AAAAAAAACG4/CYJeStTTgUc/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468590822468906786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RWYRM4byI/AAAAAAAACG4/CYJeStTTgUc/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here he is trying it out for the first time.  He shot a paper cup!  Bulls EYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RWXLJ4R0I/AAAAAAAACGo/RvOrIfUsbLk/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468590803665831746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RWXLJ4R0I/AAAAAAAACGo/RvOrIfUsbLk/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody would open a present, and be so excited about it, that he just wanted to play with whatever it was.  So he would leave to do just that.  Jaxson on the other hand, was so excited to see what he got that he kept getting him and hauling him back to the presents to open the next one!  These two just crack me up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RWWkAft8I/AAAAAAAACGg/HmJcmBVsdPE/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468590793157490626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RWWkAft8I/AAAAAAAACGg/HmJcmBVsdPE/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another favorite moment:  Everyone is busy talking and chatting and seeing what else Cody got, etc.  And I look over and see this!  Mark snatched his turn with the BB gun and was getting a little target practice in.  Still makes me chuckle.  Boys and there toys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUyWVjskI/AAAAAAAACGQ/s7t5VRmdc54/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468589071500816962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUyWVjskI/AAAAAAAACGQ/s7t5VRmdc54/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How cute is that?!  And how do boys just know how to do this stuff? It's got to be hereditary!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUzDhqe6I/AAAAAAAACGY/gtRrTDQIowU/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468589083631188898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUzDhqe6I/AAAAAAAACGY/gtRrTDQIowU/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't they look like professionals?  And they take it so serious!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUx4V96uI/AAAAAAAACGI/gowYHB15U5E/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468589063449471714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUx4V96uI/AAAAAAAACGI/gowYHB15U5E/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would a Cody party be without animals?  Cory was sweet enough to haul our horses over to the park so we could ride.  (and when I say "we", I mean everyone but me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sally in all her Cowgirl Glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUwwXWE_I/AAAAAAAACGA/2VDsrAAKIko/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468589044127896562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUwwXWE_I/AAAAAAAACGA/2VDsrAAKIko/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa made the mistake of putting Bo in the swing!  Once he gets in there, there is no getting him out again.  SUCKAH!  (Kidding.  Actually, THANK YOU!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUwUP3dSI/AAAAAAAACF4/DgECZCfx9WQ/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468589036580336930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUwUP3dSI/AAAAAAAACF4/DgECZCfx9WQ/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah.  Days of '47 Better Watch it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUBSvDnLI/AAAAAAAACFw/XuRmx4A2rUg/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588228720434354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUBSvDnLI/AAAAAAAACFw/XuRmx4A2rUg/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anne &amp;amp; Chad wanted a little "sweetheart ride" it was so cute.  Until Cory started trying to shoot Chad's horse in the butt with the BB Gun!  (Don't worry, he missed the horse, but I think he might have hit Chad!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUA-d5JSI/AAAAAAAACFo/wG_rlOG3YSU/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588223279736098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RUA-d5JSI/AAAAAAAACFo/wG_rlOG3YSU/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Grandma can't be left out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RT_29_8PI/AAAAAAAACFg/tD-ByUkPSYs/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588204087046386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RT_29_8PI/AAAAAAAACFg/tD-ByUkPSYs/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo was running from one thing to the next just as fast as those little legs could carry him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RT_WWBsnI/AAAAAAAACFY/hW4Zdq0FJQU/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588195329454706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RT_WWBsnI/AAAAAAAACFY/hW4Zdq0FJQU/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kimberly's turn on the ol' grey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone had a turn on a horse, Cory chased Zach like the steer wrestlers chase those steers, and I do not think that Cody stopped smiling from the second we got there.  It was a blast of a party, and my little boy is just growing up too fast.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RT-k32TXI/AAAAAAAACFQ/JYkhWfLhTRo/s1600/Cody+4th+Birthday+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588182049541490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RT-k32TXI/AAAAAAAACFQ/JYkhWfLhTRo/s320/Cody+4th+Birthday+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody finished his dragon to the last drop!  He was one happy boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody you are such a fun little boy!  I am so happy I get to be your mommy.  You make me laugh a million times a day, and you are the sweetest most considerate boy I know.  You look out for your little brother, and you stick up for me.  You have a tender little heart and big personality.  Cody we love you so so much, and are so grateful you are part of our family!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-1335164259606003022?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/1335164259606003022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=1335164259606003022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/1335164259606003022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/1335164259606003022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/05/code-man-hits-big-4.html' title='Code Man Hits the Big 4!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S-RYH9LOtnI/AAAAAAAACIA/nM7LxAtPknM/s72-c/Cody+4th+Birthday+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-5406156898288557886</id><published>2010-04-22T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:15:32.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pnuemonia - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As I said before in our previous post, Sunday morning, after spending about 15 minutes celebrating Easter, we sent Cody with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Huntsman, and we took our sick little boy to Primary Children's Hospital.  I was a little nervous about taking our boy to a second hospital in just a few days, but I needed to find out what was going on with our sweet little boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It turns out that his pneumonia had spread into most of his left lung, and when the white blood cells tried to attack it, they over flowed out of his lung and started gathering fluid on the outside of his lung.  The pressure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; sitting on his diaphragm and the pneumonia in his lung was causing extreme pain, making it really hard for him to breath, and even harder to walk.  (explaining why he hadn't walked for a whole week by this point!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were admitted and started right away on a broad series of antibiotics that covered just about everything, through his IV every six hours.  Even after just a few hours it seemed like he was improving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CR28rubJI/AAAAAAAACBw/wR4DJRuM0Zc/s1600/Bo+Hospital+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463026721188899986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CR28rubJI/AAAAAAAACBw/wR4DJRuM0Zc/s320/Bo+Hospital+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On Monday 4-5-10, we were told that the fluid on the outside of his lung looked like it needed to be drained to release the pressure it was putting on his poor little body, which meant our little Bo baby needed a chest tube to help drain the fluid.  It was a fairly simple procedure.  They took him down to radiology where they sedated him, and we got to be with him all the way up until he fell asleep.  We then had to give him a big kiss, and step out to wait for him in the waiting room.  Before we went down for the procedure, Bo had been playing with some little farm toys, and he had latched on to a little duck.  He carried it in his little hand all the way down to the radiology department, held on to it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the sedation, and then proceeded to hold his little duck through the whole procedure, and all the way back to his room! The Dr. and nurses had to comment on how strong he must be, and how much he must love his farm animals to make it through all that!  Even at scary times, Bo finds a way to make me laugh till my cheeks hurt!  The draining started and we were told he would have it anywhere from 3 days to 3 weeks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CR3TYyFkI/AAAAAAAACB4/4zzF3YG4aMk/s1600/Bo+Hospital+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463026727283463746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CR3TYyFkI/AAAAAAAACB4/4zzF3YG4aMk/s320/Bo+Hospital+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The chest tube was about the size of a straw with a little curly pig tail at the end.  They showed it to us before putting it in, but I didn't get a picture!  Here is our little Bo all hooked up!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CR3yp5FgI/AAAAAAAACCA/_4A0wbX2WbE/s1600/Bo+Hospital+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463026735676724738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CR3yp5FgI/AAAAAAAACCA/_4A0wbX2WbE/s320/Bo+Hospital+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is what was at the other end of his tube.  The red stuff is all the liquid being drained from his little chest!  More than I'd like to see!  And the blue part is the suction part that helped pull it out.  Not. so. fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On Wednesday 4-7-10 Bo had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PIC&lt;/span&gt; Line put into his arm.  It was a 20 minute procedure.  He was sedated again, and they ran a line through his vein up his arm into his chest.  It made me so nervous at first, but then the perks way outwayed my reservations.  With his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pic&lt;/span&gt; line, the Dr's and nurses were able to draw blood without poking him, and to give him his medicine without hurting him.  His IV in his hand had started to get sensitive whenever they had to put something in it, so it was nice to see him not hurt, and able to use both his hands again!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Thursday 4-8-10.  Bo finally walked!  It was the first time in two weeks that I had seen him even stand up on his own!  It made me so happy!  The restrictions he had on him to stay in his room were finally lifted, so we were able to take him to the Playroom for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He was a little nervous to get in the chair we brought to wheel him down to the play area, but once we go there, and he saw other kids, and all the toys, he perked right up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It was a little awkward for him at first with all his tubes, and junk connected to him, and he was so weak, he just sat on the ground for a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CiJYlKmVI/AAAAAAAACC4/GmcUo2v0He4/s1600/Bo+Hospital+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463044630101268818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CiJYlKmVI/AAAAAAAACC4/GmcUo2v0He4/s320/Bo+Hospital+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here he is playing with the dinosaurs.  He would just scoot on his bum to get what he wanted, then he started crawling, and finally, he stood to walk.  It was like learning to walk all over again!  He was so tipsy, but he is one determined little man!  (You can see all the stuff he was hooked to in the background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CgHCSI82I/AAAAAAAACCw/d2qn4TQqTz0/s1600/Bo+Hospital+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463042390732895074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CgHCSI82I/AAAAAAAACCw/d2qn4TQqTz0/s320/Bo+Hospital+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He was so excited to see a little baby.  It makes me laugh when he calls everyone a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9Cc2N1v3fI/AAAAAAAACCg/CGzd1XTCbaU/s1600/Bo+Hospital+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463038803242376690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9Cc2N1v3fI/AAAAAAAACCg/CGzd1XTCbaU/s320/Bo+Hospital+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They had the coolest toys!  It was fun to see a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; of "our Bo!"  There were so many other children in there, and it made me so grateful that our problems, as big as they seemed to us, were nothing compared to what some of the other families were dealing with.  Cancer, brain surgeries, back injuries, all kinds of things.  Those sweet little children, who were all hurting, but taking a minute to just try to be kids.  PCH knows what they are doing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9Cc1csRe3I/AAAAAAAACCY/Z1V-mI8bGH4/s1600/Bo+Hospital+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463038790049299314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9Cc1csRe3I/AAAAAAAACCY/Z1V-mI8bGH4/s320/Bo+Hospital+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We were only in the playroom for about 30 minutes.  Bo got tired so quickly, but it was so nice to get out of our room and be around other people for a minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9Cc0aC474I/AAAAAAAACCI/EX38p-MWWjg/s1600/Bo+Hospital+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463038772158984066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9Cc0aC474I/AAAAAAAACCI/EX38p-MWWjg/s320/Bo+Hospital+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Some sweet person donated all these big stuffed Moose's to the children at the hospital.  Bo was so excited when they brought it in to him!  I can't believe how caring and giving some people are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Friday 4-9-10 Bo got his Chest tube out!!  We were so excited to see that thing go!  The poor little girl across the hall from us had the same thing as Bo, but she had been there for three weeks, and had a chest tube as well as a feeding tube.  After Bo got his chest tube out, the poor little girl had to get another one put in on her other side!  They were the same age, and my heart hurt for that poor little family!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9Cml_LCsoI/AAAAAAAACDY/93STZ0ehfSw/s1600/Bo+Hospital+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463049519543530114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9Cml_LCsoI/AAAAAAAACDY/93STZ0ehfSw/s320/Bo+Hospital+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;After the chest tube came out, Bo perked up even more.  He was teasing me by putting two pacifiers in his mouth at the SAME TIME.  He was laughing so hard it just made me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CmmUJOIDI/AAAAAAAACDg/PVxv39-6qbs/s1600/Bo+Hospital+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463049525173035058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CmmUJOIDI/AAAAAAAACDg/PVxv39-6qbs/s320/Bo+Hospital+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What a little joker!  I can't tell you how nice it was to see some life in that little babies body again after two weeks of him being so lethargic and lifeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CoEfJBbJI/AAAAAAAACDw/-wUVxCblUi8/s1600/Bo+Hospital+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463051143032695954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CoEfJBbJI/AAAAAAAACDw/-wUVxCblUi8/s320/Bo+Hospital+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;You know your baby is feeling better when he's wanting Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and doing anything he can to get out of that bed!!  He sat in this chair forever playing with his animals, and just enjoying the freedom of not being hooked up to so many things!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CoDlOrZrI/AAAAAAAACDo/T3MIdM71wNs/s1600/Bo+Hospital+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463051127487162034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CoDlOrZrI/AAAAAAAACDo/T3MIdM71wNs/s320/Bo+Hospital+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We were in the process of getting rid of that binky when he got sick.  We were down to only having it at night, but then when he got sick, I was all about giving him whatever he wanted if it would make him even a tiny bit happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CoFAeXhvI/AAAAAAAACD4/BDKWpv5pZnY/s1600/Bo+Hospital+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463051151980594930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CoFAeXhvI/AAAAAAAACD4/BDKWpv5pZnY/s320/Bo+Hospital+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And FINALLY we were ready to go home!!  We had gathered up all our stuff, and he got dressed for the first time in a week!  It was a little sad to put his clothes on him only to see that even though they fit before, they were now huge on him, and his pants wouldn't stay up.  I even had to get some diapers a size smaller!  At least we were going home with a baby on the mend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He had the BEST nurses day &amp;amp; night the whole time we were there, and of course he won them over.  Who can resist that sweet little face singing "E-I-E-I-O!" They would even bring in other nurses just to see him, and have him demonstrate their favorit animal sounds!  He's just a little charmer!  We could not have been treated better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We went home with his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PIC&lt;/span&gt; line still in, and met with home health care.  They took care of us for two weeks, and they were super nice.  However, I am so happy to report that his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PIC&lt;/span&gt; line is gone, and so are the nurses, and everyone else who helped us along the way!  Although he is still on oral antibiotics, and will be for another 10 days, it seems like all of this is behind us, and it's nice to be on this side of things.  Nothing like a healthy dose of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; to kick your testimony in the butt!   I cannot even begin to express my appreciation to our father in heaven for the blessings he bestowed on our little family during this time.  We were blessed with such a great family who all took turns taking care of my Cody so Cory and I were able to do what we needed to in order to continue taking care of Bo.  We didn't have to worry about one thing the whole time we were in the hospital except getting our Bo better.  We came home to a clean house (Thanks Kelly &amp;amp; Jill!)  And yummy dinner! (Thanks Mom &amp;amp; Dad!)  And a big thanks to everyone who took turns watching Cody and taking care of all his wants and needs.  Lastly, I am so thankful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;modern&lt;/span&gt; medicine and so grateful that Bo was able to be treated so quickly and efficiently and made healthy and strong.  I have nightmares about what would have happened had we been those poor pioneers who not so long ago lost there loved ones to this very thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-5406156898288557886?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/5406156898288557886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=5406156898288557886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5406156898288557886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5406156898288557886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/04/pnuemonia-part-2.html' title='Pnuemonia - Part 2'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S9CR28rubJI/AAAAAAAACBw/wR4DJRuM0Zc/s72-c/Bo+Hospital+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3253171907402119236</id><published>2010-04-21T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:00:55.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneumonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we were getting ready to celebrate spring break. The weather seemed to be getting better, and we were anxious to be getting outside to enjoy it. First stop, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hogle&lt;/span&gt; Zoo! We had a great day, with great weather, unfortunately for us, that is where the fun stopped! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our little cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; got sick in the car on the way home from the zoo, and it was all downhill from there! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That Monday night, both boys woke up at EXACTLY the same time to puke their guts out! Cory was taking care of one boy, and I had the other. It was fun. It was the flu. Sucks, but no big deal. It happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next day by noon Cody was 100% back to normal. So we were just waiting for the Bo to catch up. No such luck. He just kept getting worse, and worse, and his fever would not go away, and then he started losing his appetite, and then he stopped drinking, and by Wednesday, I had one sick little boy, and it was time to take him to the doctor. I took him to our pediatrician whom we love, thinking I had just let my baby get dehydrated, but a quick fix. 5 minutes into our visit, I realized it was much more than that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The doctor ordered some x-rays of his chest, and belly, and we were admitted to the Mountain West Medical Center. I do love that hospital, and they could not have been nicer, however, they are just not geared towards children! They brought Bo his food, (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Talapia&lt;/span&gt;), but of course he's not going to eat anything like that! They got him hooked up to an IV to start getting him hydrated and to start a round of antibiotics because the x-rays showed a spot of pneumonia in his lower lobe on his left side. Yep, I had one sick little boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S88oTQnLmqI/AAAAAAAACBA/MJb2vqZqVMQ/s1600/Bo+Hospital+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462629184365632162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S88oTQnLmqI/AAAAAAAACBA/MJb2vqZqVMQ/s320/Bo+Hospital+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They poked him and ran tests, and hooked him up on oxygen, and the whole time he took it like a champ! He was just too sick to even fight back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S89dBWGCIYI/AAAAAAAACBY/TMFSN5aRdhI/s1600/Bo+Hospital+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462687150715838850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S89dBWGCIYI/AAAAAAAACBY/TMFSN5aRdhI/s320/Bo+Hospital+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are having a moment of cuddling our little baby, and trying to decide what to do. Stay there, or try and get him to Primary Children's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S89cLA45RGI/AAAAAAAACBI/L0sgb-r3-Fo/s1600/Bo+Hospital+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462686217310651490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S89cLA45RGI/AAAAAAAACBI/L0sgb-r3-Fo/s320/Bo+Hospital+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting hydrated seemed to help, but even having mommy hold him didn't help much. He was just in too much pain!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S88oSji7uRI/AAAAAAAACA4/fCT9TDEbo7A/s1600/Bo+Hospital+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462629172268218642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S88oSji7uRI/AAAAAAAACA4/fCT9TDEbo7A/s320/Bo+Hospital+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They wrapped his arms where the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IV's&lt;/span&gt; were, and he ended up looking like he had been through the war, and the poor boy couldn't even use his hands! Breaks my heart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S88oSBvKIlI/AAAAAAAACAw/SkLsbLYq7Xk/s1600/Bo+Hospital+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462629163192689234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S88oSBvKIlI/AAAAAAAACAw/SkLsbLYq7Xk/s320/Bo+Hospital+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He had no energy, and didn't even want to put up a fight. He just wanted to feel better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S89dCsR_lrI/AAAAAAAACBo/Kx4rriOuZW0/s1600/Bo+Hospital+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462687173851453106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S89dCsR_lrI/AAAAAAAACBo/Kx4rriOuZW0/s320/Bo+Hospital+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were there for two nights, and it seemed like Bo was getting better. The cute volunteers brought him in a darling little bear, and that was the first time in days that I had seen my little boy even smile! Finally, on Friday, the doctor said he thought we would be able to go home and just continue on oral antibiotics. I was excited to go home, but I was taking home a boy who still seemed so sick I couldn't believe he was okay to go home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got home Friday night, and Bo seemed happy to be home, but there still wasn't very much life in his little body. By this time, it had been a whole week since he had walked, and there was still no sign of him getting ready to even try. Friday night went okay, but already we were having trouble getting him to eat, or drink. Saturday was much of the same. No eating, giving him water through a syringe, and just trying to make him comfortable. Saturday night around 2:00 in the morning, he woke up struggling to breath, and had a fever back up around 103. I just wanted to put him in the car right then and take him to the hospital, but we got him calmed down again, and decided to try and wait it out until the morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunday morning we woke to see the Easter Bunny had been to our house, had filled our Easter baskets with all kinds of goodies, and even left his "tracks" outside in the snow! (Cody had to check for his tracks to make sure.) Our Easter lasted about 15 minutes. Then we had a phone call from our Doctor to see how the little one was doing and after filling him in on what had happened, he agreed it was time to take him to primary children's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My family had gone to St. George to celebrate Easter, but Cory's parents were having a little Easter celebration over at their house, so they were kind enough to take Cody with them for us so we could head to the hospital for the second time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr. H called ahead to the hospital so they would be expecting us. As soon as we got there, they got us right in and got Bo started on the IV antibiotics and getting him hydrated again. That hospital is absolutely Fantastic! Everyone was so kind and took such good care of our little family! We had to get more x-rays, and run more tests, but then we were finally put in a room where Bo could finally get some much needed rest! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were greeted with a big Easter Basket for Bo filled with little toys, crayons, coloring book, and the favored Bubbles! It was darling! Not to mention the non-stop children movies being played to help take his mind off all the stuff that was happening to him. Right away he seemed to be doing better! But we were still in for a long haul!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3253171907402119236?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3253171907402119236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3253171907402119236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3253171907402119236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3253171907402119236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/04/pneumonia.html' title='Pneumonia'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S88oTQnLmqI/AAAAAAAACBA/MJb2vqZqVMQ/s72-c/Bo+Hospital+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3119125249504185511</id><published>2010-03-18T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:04:07.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March 18. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been dreading this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have been looking forward to today with excitement.  I should be worried and excited about all the things that come with having a new baby.  Instead, I'm feeling empty and so heartbroken that I don't get to be with my sweet baby girl who was born on October 23, 2009 at 20 weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie.  Cory never liked that name, but I'm sure, had I been able to carry her to term, I would have talked him into it.  We should be home together as a family.  I should be deciding what darling little outfit to put her in today, and I should be stressed out, and loving every minute of it.  I never thought this would happen to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know many people who have lost a child and my heart aches for them.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;devastation&lt;/span&gt; I feel at losing my baby is more that I can explain.  I never got to know her, I don't know who she would have taken after, if she would have been stubborn &amp;amp; hardheaded (most likely), or if she would have been so sweet and calm.  I don't know who she would have ended up looking like, and I don't know how our boys would have been with a little sister.  (I'm guessing they would have loved her.)  But she was my child.  I loved her, and love her still.  And on days like this, when a milestone comes along, I will miss her even more, and remember her, and wonder "what if".  I hate that.  I hate that I don't get to know, that I just have to speculate at how it could have been.  So even though we didn't get time with her, in this life, she was mine, she was ours, and I can not wait until we can be together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3119125249504185511?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3119125249504185511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3119125249504185511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3119125249504185511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3119125249504185511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/03/rambles.html' title='Rambles'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-1409044215993418780</id><published>2010-03-15T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:02:08.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke 1:70</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last week Cody brought home that little strip of paper from primary informing us that he had been asked to give the scripture in primary the following week. Seeing him with that little assignment was so exciting, and so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;heart wrenching&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. I was excited for Cody to be asked to do such a "big boy" thing, but it hit me that my baby is growing up way too fast! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, we worked on memorizing his scripture all week long, and Cody did an AWESOME job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His scripture was Luke 1:70&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As he spake by the mouth of his holy prophets, which have been since the world began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When it was his turn to get up and give his scripture, he hopped right up to the podium, and said his scripture without any help from me! He knew it, and he was proud of it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It translated in "Cody" to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As he spake by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mowf&lt;/span&gt; of his holy prophet, which have been SINCE THE WORLD BEGAN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wuke&lt;/span&gt; 1:70!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He looked darling, and his grandparents, along with his parents all came to watch him in all his glory! We were so proud of him, and can't believe how big our Codes is getting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S55yxEsGciI/AAAAAAAAB_A/1k9WFho3uZc/s1600-h/Cody%27s+Talk+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448918786562748962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S55yxEsGciI/AAAAAAAAB_A/1k9WFho3uZc/s320/Cody%27s+Talk+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I made him pose for a picture in the hall after church so we could document this special occasion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S55yw0fbsYI/AAAAAAAAB-4/2Gu1EZgQw4Q/s1600-h/Cody%27s+Talk+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448918782214648194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S55yw0fbsYI/AAAAAAAAB-4/2Gu1EZgQw4Q/s320/Cody%27s+Talk+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How cute is this little boy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good job Codes! We are so proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-1409044215993418780?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/1409044215993418780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=1409044215993418780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/1409044215993418780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/1409044215993418780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-week-cody-brought-home-that-little.html' title='Luke 1:70'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S55yxEsGciI/AAAAAAAAB_A/1k9WFho3uZc/s72-c/Cody%27s+Talk+068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2563683941276963466</id><published>2010-03-08T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:04:09.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash the dishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dishwasher does not work, so I have to wash my dishes by hand (hence the stacks of dishes!) this is not my favorite thing to do, but just because I don't like it doesn't mean Bo doesn't!  In fact, I think it's his FAVORITE thing!  As soon as the sink is full of soapy water, Bo is looking all over the house for the "perfect" things to put in the sink!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not kidding, his selection is a serious business!  He picks things up, inspects them, and then either tosses them back in the toy bin, or runs into the kitchen to throw it in the sink!  Of course, I tell him no, so now, when he's ready to throw something in, he turns me away from the sink, and pushes me all the way out of the kitchen then runs fast to hurry and throw his toy in the sink before I can stop him.  The first time he did it, I had no idea what he was doing, it didn't take long to catch on to the not-so-sneaky little bugger, but he just makes me laugh, so I snuck around the other side of the kitchen, and took a picture of him in the act! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S5VVKk7MxnI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Fsz5uFOQxGM/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Camera+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446352964573513330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S5VVKk7MxnI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Fsz5uFOQxGM/s320/Mom%27s+Camera+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hurrying to throw his toy in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S5VVL0MqxMI/AAAAAAAAB-w/jQqIH_8EkaM/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Camera+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446352985853183170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S5VVL0MqxMI/AAAAAAAAB-w/jQqIH_8EkaM/s320/Mom%27s+Camera+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one made him laugh out loud, like he was playing the BEST trick!  Who would notice a Big Red Ball in the sink!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S5VVLTfOVfI/AAAAAAAAB-o/_ZMyWnT7nGw/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Camera+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446352977072641522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S5VVLTfOVfI/AAAAAAAAB-o/_ZMyWnT7nGw/s320/Mom%27s+Camera+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried to get a close up of all the toys that have been thrown in.  You can't see them very well with all the bubbles, but my sink was seriously full of toys!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since this first time, he has actually gotten better at sneaking, and better at picking what he throws in so as not to let me know until it's time to rinse!  So when I'm rinsing my dishes, I pull out mini dinosaurs, teenage mutant ninja turtle weapons, marbles, farm animals, and lately I'm finding screws and pennies!  (I have no idea where those are coming from, but I have been looking for his stash!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This kid just keeps me laughing.  He is so naughty, but so cute it's hard to punish him for it!  I love my little trickster!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-2563683941276963466?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/2563683941276963466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=2563683941276963466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2563683941276963466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2563683941276963466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/03/wash-dishes.html' title='Wash the dishes...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S5VVKk7MxnI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Fsz5uFOQxGM/s72-c/Mom%27s+Camera+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3571685640511398735</id><published>2010-02-25T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:26:04.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I borrowed a camera from my Mother-in-law, as well as my own mother (because mine is broken), and I was pleasantly surprised to see pictures I had forgotten about.  I wanted to document a few so I wouldn't forget!  So here we go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Memory #1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bX1v4O1DI/AAAAAAAAB2s/v_-gWDZOtAs/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Camera+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442274518109180978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bX1v4O1DI/AAAAAAAAB2s/v_-gWDZOtAs/s320/Mom%27s+Camera+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was making pumpkin rolls one Sunday night for dessert, and while I was distracted somewhere else, this is what happened!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXSmOzJlI/AAAAAAAAB2k/7jTVwL59Ib8/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Camera+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442273914224059986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXSmOzJlI/AAAAAAAAB2k/7jTVwL59Ib8/s320/Mom%27s+Camera+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody climbed up to the counter where the powder sugar was, and started making his own creation!  If you'll notice the bottle of Cinnamon next to the powdered sugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXSJ_JNrI/AAAAAAAAB2c/Qftfx8E8ziM/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Camera+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442273906642204338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXSJ_JNrI/AAAAAAAAB2c/Qftfx8E8ziM/s320/Mom%27s+Camera+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't realize it at the time, when I was cleaning up the mess, but Cody had dumped the whole bottle of cinnamon in the powdered sugar and mixed it up himself!  When did we realize this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next time we decided to bake something that called for powdered sugar, we kept thinking something tasted different!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Cinnamon-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; in something that shouldn't have had cinnamon in it!  Then it dawned on us!  REMEMBER when Cody did this???? Oh Yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Memory #2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXRoNOgwI/AAAAAAAAB2U/GNEeanIC4ig/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Camera+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442273897574466306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXRoNOgwI/AAAAAAAAB2U/GNEeanIC4ig/s320/Mom%27s+Camera+064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last summer, my mom and I went to visit my sister in Park City to get a little "Hair Therapy", behind her salon is the coolest little park, so I took my boys to let them play while Sally took care of us.  My poor little Bo was just having an "off" day!  He tripped and hurt himself more than once, so when we got back in the car, it looked as though this poor child had been through the war!  So Sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXRO5iCSI/AAAAAAAAB2M/JhumI0k6gKM/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Camera+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442273890780973346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXRO5iCSI/AAAAAAAAB2M/JhumI0k6gKM/s320/Mom%27s+Camera+065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Notice the gigantic goose egg on the forehead, along with all the blood!  He got a bloody nose before the Goose egg!  I really was watching him, and I was standing right there when all of these boo-boos happened, but sometimes, you just can't save them from themselves!  I'm sorry Bo Baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Memory #3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXQUklC8I/AAAAAAAAB2E/ox--QYgFYkg/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Camera+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442273875123833794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bXQUklC8I/AAAAAAAAB2E/ox--QYgFYkg/s320/Mom%27s+Camera+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh this makes me laugh right out loud!  This kid is seriously hilarious!  Cody has some pants that sometimes he can't get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;done by himself, so he needs some help.  If you help him anywhere but the bathroom, this is what happens.  He rips his pants down to his ankles, right where you are, and then he will proceed to "HOP" to the bathroom to go potty!  I don't know why, but it makes me laugh every time he does it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there we are, some of our forgotten memories.  The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3571685640511398735?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3571685640511398735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3571685640511398735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3571685640511398735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3571685640511398735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/02/randoms.html' title='Randoms...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S4bX1v4O1DI/AAAAAAAAB2s/v_-gWDZOtAs/s72-c/Mom%27s+Camera+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-8469586637729038873</id><published>2010-02-12T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:02:36.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like my body has betrayed me.  Yesterday I was sad, but today, I'm just ticked off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I have two beautiful, healthy children, and I know I am blessed.  I feel blessed.  But today, right now, I'm just mad that this body of mine for some reason will not let me carry another healthy child!   I know we will figure it out.  And, if we can not have any more children, I will be thankful for what we do have, but I will still be pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, I love my husband.  I don't know how he does it.  I am crazy, and he loves me anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Cor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-8469586637729038873?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/8469586637729038873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=8469586637729038873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8469586637729038873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8469586637729038873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/02/betrayed.html' title='Betrayed.'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-4089811491686576847</id><published>2010-02-10T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:37:03.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My camera is still broken, but there are so many things going on that I don't want to forget, so these random things are just for my family and me, to remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Cody is talking more and more everyday. He is going from this really shy child, to this loud outgoing Boy! It has been so fun to watch. We're still waiting to get into speech, but while we're waiting, he's certainly getting better and better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I laugh every time Cody goes "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poot&lt;/span&gt;" and yells at me to "Come wipe me bum!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Bo sings 'Old MacDonald everyday, ALL day! His animal sounds are hilarious! Especially the pig! (He got a pig from his Grandma Jill that makes noise, the only problem is, the battery is dying, so it sounds more like a growling sick pig. So when you tell Bo to say what the piggy says, he sounds like the sick pig instead of the real pig!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Bo has been watching Cody and I work on writing his name, so now, Bo gets a pen and paper, and writes his Name! A (drag out the A sound) O (Draw out the O sound) What? That's not his name?! I know! But those are the letters he always wants to use! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Bo points out EVERY Cow, Horse, and Sheep we see wherever we go, in any form! As long as it looks like one to Bo, he'll yell it out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Cody loves numbers! He'll point out every number he finds. He can count to 20 by himself, and he counts to 10 in Spanish (courtesy of Go Diego Go!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Both my boys love animals. We are waiting patiently for this weather to warm up so we can start spending our time outside again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Both my boys are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jumpin&lt;/span&gt;' fools! Tramps, Beds, it doesn't matter! They'll even just jump on the floor wherever we go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*We spend A LOT of time in the Tub! These two are water dogs. It's not unusual for my boys to take 2 or 3 baths in one day! Bo likes to lie down in the water on his back ALL THE WAY UNDER WATER! It's creepy to watch him look at you from under the water! I don't dare leave him in the tub alone for even 1 second, so I am getting a lot of reading in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Last but not least, I'm pregnant again! Yep! We're trying again! I just barely took a test day before yesterday, so I'm not very far along. I'm having so many mixed emotions about it, so I wanted to write them down. Just for me. I know with my history, I shouldn't be telling anyone, but that just isn't how I do things. I gotta jump in with both feet and just hope and pray, and pray, and pray for the best. So far, I've been tired, and super Grouchy! My Doctor is awesome, and I'm doing everything I can to make this a healthy pregnancy, so we'll just wait and see what happens! I am terrified for everything! Every pain, every symptom, every everything! If all goes well (fingers crossed) this baby will be here the end of October! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Love Month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Revised-2/11/10**I guess it wasn't in the cards for us. Back to the doctor to figure out what is going on with this body of mine! I don't know if I can go through this again.&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/5225932747277225757-4089811491686576847?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/4089811491686576847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=4089811491686576847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4089811491686576847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4089811491686576847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-for-me.html' title='Just for Me...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-1124420568331858426</id><published>2010-01-11T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:00:08.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Monday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This day has been one for the history books, and it all went down before Noon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to take Cody to school this morning, just like every other Monday, but that's where it all stopped being "Normal".  When I got in the car this morning to take Cody to school, I noticed my gas light was on.  I figured it can't have been on that long, so I would take Cody to school and then head over to the gas station.  We made it to school without any problems, but when I started up the road towards the nearest gas station, my car started surging, and feeling like it was losing power.  Oh my Heck!  I was running out of Gas!  I have never ever ever ever in my entire life run out of gas!  I was praying like crazy to just let me get to the gas station so I wasn't stranded in the cold with my two year old.  Seriously, we coasted into Maverick on fumes.  I put my car in park and reached for my wallet.  WHAT THE CRAP!  WHAT WALLET???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep.  No Gas, No Money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started counting out all the change I could find in my car (under seats and everything!) when this nice man came over to see if I needed help.  I explained that I had left my wallet at home, but didn't have enough gas to get home to get it, and then make it back to the gas station!  The nice guy gave me two bucks and said it should be enough to make it home and back.  So with my $1.35 in change, and his two bucks, I had enough to run home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay.  Crisis #1 averted, kind of, but there's more!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wallet was at my mom's house, not mine, so I ran over to her house.  I left Bo in the car with the car running because I just had to run in, grab my wallet, and run out again!  It should have only taken 30 seconds tops!  I ran in, grabbed my wallet, ran back out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT THE CRAP!  MY CAR IS RUNNING!  MY BABY IS IN IT!  AND EVERY DOOR IS LOCKED!!!  I didn't know car doors would lock with the keys in the ignition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have never ever ever ever in my life locked my keys in the car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there I am looking at Bo, and he's looking at me, and I'm thinking "Don't let him see you panic!" So I just start smiling at him and talking to him through the window.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I panicked.  I called 911!  I didn't know what else to do.  I explained the situation to them and they said they would send someone right over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo started crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 minutes later the cop shows up.  I ask him to open my door, when he informs me he doesn't have a 'lock kit' but he can brake my window!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT!?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I CAN BRAKE MY OWN WINDOW!  I CALLED YOU FOR HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I called a locksmith.  In the middle of telling the locksmith how to get to my mom's house, my.phone.dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the cop hadn't been standing right there, I would have chucked that stupid thing as far as I could along with letting out a stream of curses that would make a sailor blush.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead, I made a little sound of desperation and asked the cop if I could use his phone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called the locksmith back, he told me he'd be there in 5-8 minutes.  I think he made it in three!  He was so kind, and opened my door and let me grab my kid and run in the house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I came out again, the locksmith was gone.  He said he didn't charge when kids were involved.  How great is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cop had to write it up.  I didn't get a ticket or anything.  (I wouldn't have blamed him if I did) but he did have to fill out a report on the situation.  Bo was pretty upset, but we held each other for a while and he finally fell &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt;.  My poor baby!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, today has been pretty bad so far.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-1124420568331858426?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/1124420568331858426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=1124420568331858426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/1124420568331858426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/1124420568331858426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just Another Manic Monday...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-5281795842906521549</id><published>2010-01-07T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:14:43.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My Camera is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who wants to take bets on how long it takes me to get if fixed or buy a new one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-5281795842906521549?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/5281795842906521549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=5281795842906521549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5281795842906521549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5281795842906521549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/01/camera-drama.html' title='Camera Drama'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-6233420629840848193</id><published>2010-01-04T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:04:16.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning, and bringin' in the New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so excited for Christmas this year because Cody totally got it, and Bo was just as excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We kicked off Christmas the same way we do every year by meeting Cory's family at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; on Christmas Eve to sing 'Silent Night' to his older sister Jamie who passed away.  This is a tradition his family has had since they lost her, and I have always loved it, but this year it meant even more to me since we lost our own sweet baby girl.  After all the hustle and bustle of the holiday's it is nice to be able to meet at a sacred place together and remember the sacrifice our savior made for us.  It is a sweet reminder that we will all be together again because of that sacrifice, and brings the spirit back to Christmas that sometimes gets lost in all the chaos.  As always it was a beautiful way to welcome Christmas.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emetery&lt;/span&gt;, we all went our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; ways to celebrate with our own families.  I had my family over to our house for dinner this year, I was so nervous and so anxious because this is the first time I've cooked an "important" meal!  (As Sally reminded me when she called to ask if she should eat before coming over!)  I made my first Christmas Ham, and I have to say, it was a smashing success!!  Dinner was yummy, and it was so fun to have all of us together!  (Robbie, Heather, &amp;amp; Karlee were here for the holidays as well.)  My mom made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; these darling " 'Twas the Night Before Christmas" Books, and gave everyone the traditional Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;.  We played games, and had fun just being together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC8PRzr3I/AAAAAAAAB1U/qhksmakWJCk/s1600-h/christmas+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040872712482674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC8PRzr3I/AAAAAAAAB1U/qhksmakWJCk/s320/christmas+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep.  That's my boy playing with the Hair Salon aunt Sally gave to Karlee!!  I didn't know Cody paid attention to me when I did my hair, but apparently he does, since he knew exactly what to do with that blow dryer and comb!  It was so funny!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC8oEbRGI/AAAAAAAAB1c/2tqHv3uQreQ/s1600-h/christmas+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040879367242850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC8oEbRGI/AAAAAAAAB1c/2tqHv3uQreQ/s320/christmas+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and made his dad oh. so. proud! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas morning, we threw our kids in the car and headed over to my mom's house to see what Santa brought!  It was so fun to open the door and see all the presents under her cute tree, and to see the kids go straight for the gifts that were meant for them. (a relief after the Salon fiasco!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC95InJcI/AAAAAAAAB10/yrNaDGNhfvQ/s1600-h/christmas+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040901128070594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC95InJcI/AAAAAAAAB10/yrNaDGNhfvQ/s320/christmas+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Imaginex&lt;/span&gt; Pirate Ship that thrilled him, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC9dYvxYI/AAAAAAAAB1s/fO7IzUeh98M/s1600-h/christmas+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040893679551874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC9dYvxYI/AAAAAAAAB1s/fO7IzUeh98M/s320/christmas+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and Bo got the Pirate Island that went with it.  He hasn't stopped playing with it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC8_DustI/AAAAAAAAB1k/QVg2L9RcWvA/s1600-h/christmas+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040885538337490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC8_DustI/AAAAAAAAB1k/QVg2L9RcWvA/s320/christmas+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody had to check out every inch of his ship!  It has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;missiles&lt;/span&gt; that shoot out the side that were met with total enthusiasm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KCZNdEl5I/AAAAAAAAB1M/AFFofpxZzDI/s1600-h/christmas+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040270927435666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KCZNdEl5I/AAAAAAAAB1M/AFFofpxZzDI/s320/christmas+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KCYAg_0OI/AAAAAAAAB08/97YQKQH51g0/s1600-h/christmas+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040250274369762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KCYAg_0OI/AAAAAAAAB08/97YQKQH51g0/s320/christmas+2009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So check out Bo's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jammies&lt;/span&gt;!  They made me laugh the whole time he was wearing them because they looked like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unitard&lt;/span&gt;!  Cute Bo baby!!  (mommies sorry!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KCXhE420I/AAAAAAAAB00/Nx9DaXRrcO8/s1600-h/christmas+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040241834974018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KCXhE420I/AAAAAAAAB00/Nx9DaXRrcO8/s320/christmas+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And there it is!  What Christmas is all about!  He was one happy little boy!  (and you will notice Cody is NOT in Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;!  He is going through this phase that he will NOT wear any new clothes!  No new undies!  No new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nothin&lt;/span&gt;'! If it's "Not Cody's" it will NOT Do!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KCXFWEa1I/AAAAAAAAB0s/uxfMlp5ERUs/s1600-h/christmas+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040234390842194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KCXFWEa1I/AAAAAAAAB0s/uxfMlp5ERUs/s320/christmas+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, mom got right in there with the boys and there toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KB0SKK2PI/AAAAAAAAB0k/DBkQ4k50Uos/s1600-h/christmas+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423039636535171314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KB0SKK2PI/AAAAAAAAB0k/DBkQ4k50Uos/s320/christmas+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo and Karlee play so well together and love to share.  Karlee and Cody however, are another story!  They fight like a brother and sister!  It's a love-hate relationship!  So funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KBz9gUBrI/AAAAAAAAB0c/WgOK_0i7ACg/s1600-h/christmas+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423039630990902962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KBz9gUBrI/AAAAAAAAB0c/WgOK_0i7ACg/s320/christmas+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another cute pic of Bo in his jams.  Still laughing!  Sorry Bo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KBzZ928YI/AAAAAAAAB0U/YcQwtsUqWlY/s1600-h/christmas+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423039621451149698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KBzZ928YI/AAAAAAAAB0U/YcQwtsUqWlY/s320/christmas+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the kids were so into there toys they didn't even really have any interest in opening any other gifts.  It was so fun to watch them and it made all the hard work totally worth it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KBywnnMRI/AAAAAAAAB0M/J1AMY0qZT9Y/s1600-h/christmas+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423039610351989010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KBywnnMRI/AAAAAAAAB0M/J1AMY0qZT9Y/s320/christmas+2009+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did get a little worried when Bo kept going back to Karlee's princess castle, instead of playing with his pirates, but in his defense, he just liked the horses that went with the princesses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KByRfrLWI/AAAAAAAAB0E/wkuoi_hfDo8/s1600-h/christmas+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423039601997196642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KByRfrLWI/AAAAAAAAB0E/wkuoi_hfDo8/s320/christmas+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our "Christmas Story" moment.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ralphy&lt;/span&gt;!  Cody got a play rifle!  It cocks, and shoots, and takes play bullets.  It came with some binoculars, so now Cody thinks he's got a set just like dads!  I think it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; his favorite present!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAn7KgbvI/AAAAAAAABz8/qf5DhXuHGGE/s1600-h/christmas+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423038324692512498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAn7KgbvI/AAAAAAAABz8/qf5DhXuHGGE/s320/christmas+2009+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Cody enthralled with his gun, it opened the Pirate Ship up for the little brother!  Bo loves to play with big boy toys, but sometimes the older brother isn't so nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAnUfvdoI/AAAAAAAABz0/AArhj_BFU0I/s1600-h/christmas+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423038314312595074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAnUfvdoI/AAAAAAAABz0/AArhj_BFU0I/s320/christmas+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness for distractions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAm8wbUbI/AAAAAAAABzs/RG_W25zzR74/s1600-h/christmas+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423038307940127154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAm8wbUbI/AAAAAAAABzs/RG_W25zzR74/s320/christmas+2009+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy. Happy. Happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAmvSNMiI/AAAAAAAABzk/H0cx2mmIyrI/s1600-h/christmas+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423038304323711522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAmvSNMiI/AAAAAAAABzk/H0cx2mmIyrI/s320/christmas+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Hello Golf Set!!  What a smart Santa!  Maybe next year, you can remember to give the boys there OWN sets!  Fighting is not so fun on Christmas!  :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAlyaaLCI/AAAAAAAABzc/4CqfyjoLlFY/s1600-h/christmas+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423038287983553570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KAlyaaLCI/AAAAAAAABzc/4CqfyjoLlFY/s320/christmas+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe the next Tiger Woods?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe. Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_w0to2PI/AAAAAAAABzU/KHtrruL4I9I/s1600-h/christmas+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423037378068011250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_w0to2PI/AAAAAAAABzU/KHtrruL4I9I/s320/christmas+2009+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think this one will have to stick to baseball. He kept trying to use the golf club as a bat, and the golf ball as a baseball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_wY9blDI/AAAAAAAABzM/6nLZEnLQ4YU/s1600-h/christmas+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423037370618057778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_wY9blDI/AAAAAAAABzM/6nLZEnLQ4YU/s320/christmas+2009+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I didn't get a lot of pictures of Karlee, but she was so cute!  She loved her Castle, and her princesses, and all her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; things.  I think she may have glanced at the boys stuff, but she is girl through and through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_vlgjn2I/AAAAAAAABzE/k7JCnaajEHY/s1600-h/christmas+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423037356806741858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_vlgjn2I/AAAAAAAABzE/k7JCnaajEHY/s320/christmas+2009+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another present!  What is it!? What is it!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_vWRHMGI/AAAAAAAABy8/wgoJf_Vs8cg/s1600-h/christmas+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423037352715432034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_vWRHMGI/AAAAAAAABy8/wgoJf_Vs8cg/s320/christmas+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!!!  "Oh My Cow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_uzw8U_I/AAAAAAAABy0/mZ9A1hn8r4k/s1600-h/christmas+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423037343453697010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J_uzw8U_I/AAAAAAAABy0/mZ9A1hn8r4k/s320/christmas+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the Turtle Van!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(While Cody checked out his van, you'll notice Bo in the background having his Christmas Poop!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After we opened our presents we headed over to see Cory's family, and to exchange gifts with the Huntsman's.  I feel so bad that I didn't take my camera!  We got to see the Grandparents, and Cathy &amp;amp; Mike, along with Cory's siblings.  I love that we live so close to our families and are able to go back and forth between them on holidays! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish I would have gotten a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; meeting us at the door right when we got there shouting, "We got a present for Cody!  What did you get me???"  followed by, "Is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/span&gt; stuff?????"  I love that kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We loved Christmas this year, and I am sad to see it go.  Thank you to our families for making Christmas so wonderful, and making us feel so loved, and so thankful for all you do for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Originally, we were going to leave the day after Christmas for Bear Lake.  We spend every New Year's there and love being able to get away, and look forward to it, unfortunately, this year our trip was postponed a few days.  Cory's cousin Dan and his sweet wife Nanette lost their 10 yr. old son, Jake, to a tragic accident while playing.  My heart aches for there little family and once again, I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for the knowledge that families can be together forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We made it up to Bear Lake and I don't know who was happier, my little boys, or the hubs!  Cory took his hounds, and spent most of his time out hunting, so he was a happy camper, and Cody asks every day if we can go to Bear Lake, so when we pulled up to the cabin, he was absolutely thrilled!  Every time we wanted to go somewhere he would yell that he didn't want to leave Bear Lake.  Finally, I pointed out the lake and tried to tell him we were still in Bear Lake, he looked at me and said, "No mom!  That's water lake!  I want to go to Bear Lake!"  Can't argue with that!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J-VuuzqYI/AAAAAAAABys/KhFTVIbRo98/s1600-h/christmas+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423035813094205826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J-VuuzqYI/AAAAAAAABys/KhFTVIbRo98/s320/christmas+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This boy cracks me up!  He emptied out the toy bucket and climbed on in.  He seriously sat in there playing for at least an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J-U7iWVtI/AAAAAAAAByc/ZeWWTdJuQbY/s1600-h/christmas+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423035799351744210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J-U7iWVtI/AAAAAAAAByc/ZeWWTdJuQbY/s320/christmas+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo is happiest when he can just be in his own little world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J-UQ3z0tI/AAAAAAAAByU/u2IcDVD_dXI/s1600-h/christmas+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423035787899032274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J-UQ3z0tI/AAAAAAAAByU/u2IcDVD_dXI/s320/christmas+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two peas in a pod!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J-UJkW3nI/AAAAAAAAByM/Xo3pdFL32vE/s1600-h/christmas+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423035785938394738" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J-UJkW3nI/AAAAAAAAByM/Xo3pdFL32vE/s320/christmas+2009+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory built a fire for us one night so we had to get all bundled up to go out.  This red coat has been a traumatic thing for this boy!  Last year Cory bought him an ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; coat that I've hated, so I was really glad when it was getting too small for Cody this year (it probably would have been fine, but I told myself it was too small so I could buy him a new one.)  Cody has refused to put it on, and he screams for his green coat!  We had to hide it at Cory's mom's house so he couldn't find it.  He finally puts this coat on without screaming, but he still asks for his green coat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J8zCeKaLI/AAAAAAAABx8/Kidl83Oj73M/s1600-h/christmas+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034117586053298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J8zCeKaLI/AAAAAAAABx8/Kidl83Oj73M/s320/christmas+2009+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just think Bo looks so darling, but I keep thinking if he could talk he would sound just like Randy, "Mom!  I can't put my arms down!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J32Dh1oII/AAAAAAAABxc/8Ljj5Ulr_UM/s1600-h/christmas+2009+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423028671851372674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J32Dh1oII/AAAAAAAABxc/8Ljj5Ulr_UM/s320/christmas+2009+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know if you know this, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Camo&lt;/span&gt; is dead sexy!  Especially with hat hair!  I just think my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kidlets&lt;/span&gt; look so cute!  Bo may be a little miffed about not having a plug, and when Cody takes a picture, he drags out "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cheeeeeeeese&lt;/span&gt;" until the flash goes off!  But at least we captured the moment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J2zxsW_dI/AAAAAAAABws/3W9nAAeythQ/s1600-h/christmas+2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423027533192297938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J2zxsW_dI/AAAAAAAABws/3W9nAAeythQ/s320/christmas+2009+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here are my three muskateers! Totally in their element!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here is our attempt at a family Picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J2zWEc3hI/AAAAAAAABwk/QBOGaYZYmfU/s1600-h/christmas+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423027525777153554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J2zWEc3hI/AAAAAAAABwk/QBOGaYZYmfU/s320/christmas+2009+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep.  Cory and Cody look cute, but Bo looks ticked, and I look like a camo michelin man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J1o6ZPJmI/AAAAAAAABv0/KbG1lE_ILTw/s1600-h/christmas+2009+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423026247037822562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0J1o6ZPJmI/AAAAAAAABv0/KbG1lE_ILTw/s320/christmas+2009+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why we don't have any family pictures!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that is the end of our year in a nutshell.  We had a lot of ups and downs in 2009, but I like to think we've grown a lot, a lot closer to each other, a lot closer to our families, and a lot closer to our Father in Heaven.  We look forward to 2010 with great expectations and are excited to see what this next year will bring!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! &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/5225932747277225757-6233420629840848193?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/6233420629840848193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=6233420629840848193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/6233420629840848193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/6233420629840848193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-morning-and-bringin-in-new.html' title='Christmas Morning, and bringin&apos; in the New Year!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/S0KC8PRzr3I/AAAAAAAAB1U/qhksmakWJCk/s72-c/christmas+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-5209814298658842339</id><published>2009-12-21T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:33:57.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huntsman Family Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to the Annual Huntsman Family Christmas party last night, and we all had a blast! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We were all visiting and catching up, and all the kids were playing, except for one.  I couldn't see Bo, so I started looking for him, and this is where I found him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-2Ei25G2I/AAAAAAAABvk/5bKVV-YKO0U/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417749065942768482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-2Ei25G2I/AAAAAAAABvk/5bKVV-YKO0U/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep.  That's a dog bed, in the corner!  I guess Bo was still a little sleepy, and just wanted some "Bo" time.  Did I mention what a funny boy this kid is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-2EE2jIaI/AAAAAAAABvc/q4or8vTyA44/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417749057888264610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-2EE2jIaI/AAAAAAAABvc/q4or8vTyA44/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I figured, If the kid wants to sleep, I'm not going to stop him!  So I handed him his blanket!  He laid there for a really long time!  But he was happy as a clam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-2Dwv-cyI/AAAAAAAABvU/HutJWcLUNqg/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417749052491985698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-2Dwv-cyI/AAAAAAAABvU/HutJWcLUNqg/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is all the kids sitting in a circle getting ready for the White Elephant gifts.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaeline&lt;/span&gt; that she needed to give all the kids numbers.  He was number 4 'cause he's 4.  He told her he knew this because he's in preschool!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody was just trying to figure out what they were going to do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1mX2nJVI/AAAAAAAABvE/lnP3pKnI4XA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417748547592725842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1mX2nJVI/AAAAAAAABvE/lnP3pKnI4XA/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so excited when he got to pick out a present!  Usually, when we play our white elephant game, you can steel something if you like, but we decided letting the kids steel from each other wasn't such a good idea!  Who wants a bunch of crying kids?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1mNWk4sI/AAAAAAAABu8/U_yXw_vtJ_s/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417748544774005442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1mNWk4sI/AAAAAAAABu8/U_yXw_vtJ_s/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody was thrilled with his Gumball machine!  Yeah.  Me too!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1lkKSxQI/AAAAAAAABu0/NrN5Oo7O56g/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417748533716632834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1lkKSxQI/AAAAAAAABu0/NrN5Oo7O56g/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He and Bo would eat a piece of gum, and as soon as it ran out of flavor, they would come over to me and spit it out in my hand, and then go back for another one!  Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1lCBb0UI/AAAAAAAABus/ELX9m216Eec/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417748524552671554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1lCBb0UI/AAAAAAAABus/ELX9m216Eec/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know, we have got to get rid of that dang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;, but really, it makes for such a happy kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1k9AMS0I/AAAAAAAABuk/PeWfge-eoYA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417748523205282626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1k9AMS0I/AAAAAAAABuk/PeWfge-eoYA/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And finally, the moment we were all waiting for... The Big Guy himself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Santa came in, Cody was torn between excitement, and terror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1HVqlqBI/AAAAAAAABuc/iF9b81P56jg/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417748014429480978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1HVqlqBI/AAAAAAAABuc/iF9b81P56jg/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a little smile, but still unsure...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1HM3lAvI/AAAAAAAABuU/NcnGW0ukBKU/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417748012068045554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1HM3lAvI/AAAAAAAABuU/NcnGW0ukBKU/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course Bo had no problem introducing himself!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1GNPf2YI/AAAAAAAABuE/K2iWvYDXl7A/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417747994988501378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1GNPf2YI/AAAAAAAABuE/K2iWvYDXl7A/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was loving this Jolly Old Soul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1FgY8v9I/AAAAAAAABt8/ro3J5olw2S4/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417747982948548562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-1FgY8v9I/AAAAAAAABt8/ro3J5olw2S4/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody was called up to Santa's lap very first, but there was just no way that was happening, so we let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; go first.  Cody watched as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; sat on Santa's lap, but he wasn't totally sold on the idea until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; got his present...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0oXU48XI/AAAAAAAABtk/S1WQWKQuGRw/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417747482299396466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0oXU48XI/AAAAAAAABtk/S1WQWKQuGRw/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then Cody was ALL OVER IT!  He ran up and sat right on his lap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0n2BT47I/AAAAAAAABtc/MqcjKTOE-CM/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417747473358906290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0n2BT47I/AAAAAAAABtc/MqcjKTOE-CM/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gave a little smile, but really, he just wanted that present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417747465829664450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0nZ-MxsI/AAAAAAAABtU/yQ1LrXuBxAU/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He posed for a picture, still waiting for that present...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0K6VOUVI/AAAAAAAABtM/Cyr7Q16RZMc/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746976299962706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0K6VOUVI/AAAAAAAABtM/Cyr7Q16RZMc/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that talking made him a little nervous!  He thought he'd been tricked, but FINALLY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0Kef1VlI/AAAAAAAABtE/pb4G8I6JdeI/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746968828270162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0Kef1VlI/AAAAAAAABtE/pb4G8I6JdeI/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He got his present!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0JXoRLMI/AAAAAAAABs0/rCUS_QIe_Gs/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746949804731586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-0JXoRLMI/AAAAAAAABs0/rCUS_QIe_Gs/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DINOSAUR&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zuIHU_TI/AAAAAAAABss/9mBL0FJdLxY/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746481783569714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zuIHU_TI/AAAAAAAABss/9mBL0FJdLxY/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is one happy little kid!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-ztxWAssI/AAAAAAAABsk/rBuyNJrFRwQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746475671139010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-ztxWAssI/AAAAAAAABsk/rBuyNJrFRwQ/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; and Cody with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dino's&lt;/span&gt;.  That was one smart Santa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-ztYgzqjI/AAAAAAAABsc/jk_1Fbzn6GM/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746469005535794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-ztYgzqjI/AAAAAAAABsc/jk_1Fbzn6GM/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo had no trouble sitting on Santa's lap.  In fact, he was just interested in a toy plane he was playing with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-ztIByxyI/AAAAAAAABsU/knmAPJ57Ev8/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746464580486946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-ztIByxyI/AAAAAAAABsU/knmAPJ57Ev8/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as soon as that Santa pulled out his present.  It caught Bo's attention!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zsQZJXRI/AAAAAAAABsM/tE8PWbpSI8s/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746449646050578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zsQZJXRI/AAAAAAAABsM/tE8PWbpSI8s/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But still more talking!!  :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zDDZa5FI/AAAAAAAABsE/LBTkAyUC96M/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417745741782901842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zDDZa5FI/AAAAAAAABsE/LBTkAyUC96M/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa told him what a good boy he was, and a few things he needed to work on (like controlling his temper!) and then he sent him on his way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zCr1mpnI/AAAAAAAABr8/QQ-43JsBg-k/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417745735458662002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zCr1mpnI/AAAAAAAABr8/QQ-43JsBg-k/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is it?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zCQ9EGcI/AAAAAAAABr0/gBbnLjVQNyQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417745728242194882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zCQ9EGcI/AAAAAAAABr0/gBbnLjVQNyQ/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Dinosaurs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zBSOBH9I/AAAAAAAABrk/q09AdgeyrOY/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417745711401869266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-zBSOBH9I/AAAAAAAABrk/q09AdgeyrOY/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody isn't all the way sold on the idea that Santa gives presents to EVERYONE.  He thinks they should all be for him!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-yjQsEq_I/AAAAAAAABrU/M_PpTrEEPkc/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417745195594984434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-yjQsEq_I/AAAAAAAABrU/M_PpTrEEPkc/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo was so excited to play with his toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-yjAtg7tI/AAAAAAAABrM/T47Z30q106I/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417745191306063570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-yjAtg7tI/AAAAAAAABrM/T47Z30q106I/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zach giving Santa a Little Love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-yiniPnOI/AAAAAAAABrE/iAlhvMdenlc/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417745184547904738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-yiniPnOI/AAAAAAAABrE/iAlhvMdenlc/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad and Bo with his mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dino's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-yh8Oe9XI/AAAAAAAABq8/GYOtsS4Ynhc/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417745172922299762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-yh8Oe9XI/AAAAAAAABq8/GYOtsS4Ynhc/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, we tried to get a picture with all the kids standing next to Santa.  These are a few Attempts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-xvg3aQ3I/AAAAAAAABqs/h570UGK6tlk/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417744306584306546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-xvg3aQ3I/AAAAAAAABqs/h570UGK6tlk/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-xus1YUZI/AAAAAAAABqc/z0gmP2Noya8/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417744292617146770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-xus1YUZI/AAAAAAAABqc/z0gmP2Noya8/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say, we never got that shot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for the fun Christmas party!  It was a Blast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-5209814298658842339?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/5209814298658842339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=5209814298658842339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5209814298658842339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5209814298658842339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/12/huntsman-family-christmas-party.html' title='Huntsman Family Christmas Party'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-2Ei25G2I/AAAAAAAABvk/5bKVV-YKO0U/s72-c/Christmas+Pictures+2009+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-5158329769187305143</id><published>2009-12-21T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:32:22.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was trying to put up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; decorations at the beginning of the season, (am I a little behind on posting?)  and my boys thought all the decorations and things were hilarious, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I turned around this is where Bo would be...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you see him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-whKboY7I/AAAAAAAABqM/LiK_TsuY8ss/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417742960532415410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-whKboY7I/AAAAAAAABqM/LiK_TsuY8ss/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is his new favorite spot!  Especially with the tree decorated and all lit up!  He loves this corner under the tree!  Such a funny boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-5158329769187305143?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/5158329769187305143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=5158329769187305143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5158329769187305143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5158329769187305143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-spy.html' title='I Spy...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-whKboY7I/AAAAAAAABqM/LiK_TsuY8ss/s72-c/Christmas+Pictures+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-555239315622357237</id><published>2009-12-21T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:29:08.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Freaking Dog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bajillion&lt;/span&gt; hounds is not enough for our family, we had to have a "Bird" dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody will tell you this is "his poacher!" and he has to be able to do everything with Cody!  Including taking a tub!  I am not a dog lover, but how can you argue with this?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-v0WaIO7I/AAAAAAAABqE/53fwCBgoQSg/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417742190653225906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-v0WaIO7I/AAAAAAAABqE/53fwCBgoQSg/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2009+002.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/5225932747277225757-555239315622357237?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/555239315622357237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=555239315622357237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/555239315622357237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/555239315622357237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-freaking-dog.html' title='Another Freaking Dog!!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sy-v0WaIO7I/AAAAAAAABqE/53fwCBgoQSg/s72-c/Christmas+Pictures+2009+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3393158943376905480</id><published>2009-11-10T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:56:38.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' "Birdie"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The opening of the Pheasant Hunt was this weekend.  Of course the "Opening" can never be missed!  So Cory headed out with his dad &amp;amp; brother's and few others to get their limit.  Everyone got their birds, and then the men headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Warr&lt;/span&gt; Memorial for the traditional Erda Burger.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, my hubs came home only to show of his Kills to his boys!  Bo didn't really care, but Cody was all over it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9J98ekGI/AAAAAAAABp4/Hizzy-3NwWE/s1600-h/pheasant+hunt+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402486838208139362" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9J98ekGI/AAAAAAAABp4/Hizzy-3NwWE/s320/pheasant+hunt+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think we have a future hunter on our hands!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9CSKMVSI/AAAAAAAABpo/964CDjPMBvQ/s1600-h/pheasant+hunt+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402486706195420450" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9CSKMVSI/AAAAAAAABpo/964CDjPMBvQ/s320/pheasant+hunt+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here he is taking the birds out to his dad to start the cleaning process... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9BouYdxI/AAAAAAAABpY/Q8Lpoy5uGgQ/s1600-h/pheasant+hunt+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402486695072921362" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9BouYdxI/AAAAAAAABpY/Q8Lpoy5uGgQ/s320/pheasant+hunt+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody was not afraid to just take control of those birds!  But Bo didn't want to miss out!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9BOlGXjI/AAAAAAAABpQ/oW2UXEwajaE/s1600-h/pheasant+hunt+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402486688054664754" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9BOlGXjI/AAAAAAAABpQ/oW2UXEwajaE/s320/pheasant+hunt+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding up the birds for a photo op...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9Amrf6cI/AAAAAAAABpI/xtWEIL4KfDE/s1600-h/pheasant+hunt+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402486677344086466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9Amrf6cI/AAAAAAAABpI/xtWEIL4KfDE/s320/pheasant+hunt+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then he decided he wasn't done with his birds, so he took them back in the house!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...Playing with dead birds and letting them in the house?!  Where is this kids mother?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3393158943376905480?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3393158943376905480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3393158943376905480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3393158943376905480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3393158943376905480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/11/feelin-birdie.html' title='Feelin&apos; &quot;Birdie&quot;!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Svl9J98ekGI/AAAAAAAABp4/Hizzy-3NwWE/s72-c/pheasant+hunt+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2326788354267805077</id><published>2009-11-01T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:17:46.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to the annual Erda Trunk-or-Treat last night at the drive in.  It's always fun to see everyone in there costumes, and let the kids trick-or-treat.  Of course my children have no interest in trick-or-treating, they just like to sit and eat the candy we bring to give away.  This year, Cody was the candy monitor.  I don't think he liked giving his candy away, but he didn't protest too much.  I am so happy the weather cooperated so we could have a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody was my little Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raphael&lt;/span&gt;, however, he was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to wear his costume!  He liked putting it on at home, but the minute I said to get in the car he was ripping that sucker off!  He couldn't believe I wanted him to leave the house dressed like that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3nqB1zMRI/AAAAAAAABpA/PUO2e_8T5VM/s1600-h/halloween+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399226237521703186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3nqB1zMRI/AAAAAAAABpA/PUO2e_8T5VM/s320/halloween+159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Cody, at home, where he enjoyed the dressing up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3npkOkq6I/AAAAAAAABo4/Y8idkt3qdc8/s1600-h/halloween+160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399226229572545442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3npkOkq6I/AAAAAAAABo4/Y8idkt3qdc8/s320/halloween+160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He even posed for me to get a full body picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3npJzSR8I/AAAAAAAABow/BAuuxTFeQU8/s1600-h/halloween+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399226222478772162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3npJzSR8I/AAAAAAAABow/BAuuxTFeQU8/s320/halloween+161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is our little Pirate boy!  He had no trouble putting on his costume and asking for candy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3nozYCCYI/AAAAAAAABoo/f5oME6P2eeA/s1600-h/halloween+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399226216458881410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3nozYCCYI/AAAAAAAABoo/f5oME6P2eeA/s320/halloween+162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here is our half-turtle.  Seriously!  He would not let us put his costume back on him in public! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mwZgZGzI/AAAAAAAABoY/gPCU0MFXYgo/s1600-h/halloween+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399225247441951538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mwZgZGzI/AAAAAAAABoY/gPCU0MFXYgo/s320/halloween+164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo showing his moves... He jumps in a circle!  :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mv6oc-NI/AAAAAAAABoQ/_g-airtDCMM/s1600-h/halloween+165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399225239154260178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mv6oc-NI/AAAAAAAABoQ/_g-airtDCMM/s320/halloween+165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loungin&lt;/span&gt;' by the car, watching all the kids.  He was seriously so happy, he just didn't want to wear his costume, or go trick-or-treating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399225230297908002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mvZo7wyI/AAAAAAAABoI/nFxIAlgJSqI/s320/halloween+166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo just loved being outside, and when he got tired of our candy, he took off and got his own!  Not with his bag to save the candy!  He just saw people handing it out, so he went and got it, and ate it!  I just watched him to see what he would do, and he didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't think he made a sound, he just stood in front of some dude with candy until he handed him some!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mvBCZZaI/AAAAAAAABoA/4muSkhnEmuk/s1600-h/halloween+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399225223693821346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mvBCZZaI/AAAAAAAABoA/4muSkhnEmuk/s320/halloween+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody finally let us put the Shell on, but nothing else!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mulCjz7I/AAAAAAAABn4/0DvIrIXfUno/s1600-h/halloween+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399225216178311090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mulCjz7I/AAAAAAAABn4/0DvIrIXfUno/s320/halloween+168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and it only lasted long enough for him to put his stuff down to take it off again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mIyF34GI/AAAAAAAABnw/qFJHCQM4KYw/s1600-h/halloween+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399224566846840930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mIyF34GI/AAAAAAAABnw/qFJHCQM4KYw/s320/halloween+169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom, Bo, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;passin&lt;/span&gt;' out the goods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mIXCKWvI/AAAAAAAABno/WruDeN7jxFk/s1600-h/halloween+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399224559583517426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mIXCKWvI/AAAAAAAABno/WruDeN7jxFk/s320/halloween+170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanted a picture with both my boys, so I put Cody's shell back on and tried to get him to take a picture.  How do you think it turned out?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399224542007081042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mHVjnOFI/AAAAAAAABnY/slsoxBRAZIU/s320/halloween+172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;' back with grandma &amp;amp; grandpa.  Cody watching everyone, and Bo stuffing his face as fast as he can!  I think he kept waiting for someone to tell him no, but it's Halloween!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mG9kzuBI/AAAAAAAABnQ/oZRFohYJzRY/s1600-h/halloween+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399224535569643538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3mG9kzuBI/AAAAAAAABnQ/oZRFohYJzRY/s320/halloween+173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And last, but not least, Cody wouldn't wear his own costume, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; was a dinosaur, and he let Cody try on the head to his costume!  Cody LOVED it!!  When it was time for them to go home, he cried because he didn't want to take his head off!  Who can figure this kid out!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He does make a pretty cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt; though!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-2326788354267805077?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/2326788354267805077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=2326788354267805077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2326788354267805077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2326788354267805077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Su3nqB1zMRI/AAAAAAAABpA/PUO2e_8T5VM/s72-c/halloween+159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2652489432813411752</id><published>2009-10-24T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:26:52.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This week has been one of the worst weeks of my life!  I have been worried about my baby for a while since she didn't seem to be as active as my boys were, but I attributed that to the fact that this was a girl, and that she was was in my back, and the placenta was all in the front.  Anyway, on Wednesday I wasn't feeling very well, not unusual for this pregnancy, but my head hurt, and I just felt off.  I was looking forward to my doctors appointment on Thursday to see how the baby was doing.  Thursday morning, I woke up to find that I was bleeding.  It was awful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory was at work, and I couldn't get a hold of him.  I called my mom even though she was at school, I didn't even think to worry about that.  She didn't hesitate, she didn't even question, she just said "I'm getting a substitute, and I'll be right there."  Finally, I got a hold of the doctor and they said to come right away.  Once again, I didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hesitate&lt;/span&gt;, or think to call and ask first, I just put my boys in the car and headed next door to my mother-in-laws house.  She works in the mornings, but as soon as I walked in her home, she didn't ask, or hesitate, she just said "I'll take care of the boys!"  So I was off to the doctor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My doctor seriously is the most amazing man!  He is the kind of doctor that actually makes a difference in the lives of the people he is watching over.  Right when I walked in the nurse wanted to go through the regular stuff, weight, urine sample, etc.  But the doctor just said "I know your scared, so let's just go right back and figure this out." I was so grateful that I didn't have to wait a second longer!  We tried to find the heartbeat first, but we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;, so we walked over to the ultra sound.  By this time, my mom had come, and I was so grateful I didn't have to be alone.  Her unconditional love and comfort helped get me through that horrible moment when the image of my baby girl was on the screen.  She wasn't moving, there was no heartbeat, and I knew before the doctor said anything that she was gone.  My heart broke, and I broke.  They let me cry and didn't try to get me to stop or tell me it would be okay.  They knew it wasn't okay.  And what do you say to someone at that point?  They just gave me some time and some unspoken comfort.  Then the doctor gave me some options.  I didn't know what to do, or who to call, and once again he came to the rescue.  He told me not to worry about one thing, he would handle all the arrangements, I was just to go to the hospital at 6:00pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I finally got a hold of Cory and he was home before I knew it.  All the love and support from those closest to me got me through those next few hours.  Finally, six o'clock came around and I was terrified.  Not only was this bad enough, but I didn't really know what to expect.  The Dr. had told me that it could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt;, my mom had gone through this same thing, and said it would probably hurt, so I was scared for the pain too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got to the hospital and walked in, and I was nervous that we would have to go through a lot of explaining, but as soon as we walked in and gave the nurse my name, they just said they were expecting me, and led us into our room.  There we met Shellie.  Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Verad&lt;/span&gt; had requested that she take care of us through all of this, and once again I am so grateful to him.  She was absolutely wonderful!  She knew exactly what to do, and she talked me through all of it, and she let me cry, and she cried with me, and she just made me feel as comfortable as possible.  Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Verad&lt;/span&gt; had left strict instructions to just give me whatever I wanted so I wouldn't be in pain.  I didn't expect to see him, but then around 7:00 pm he showed up!  He said he had been thinking about us and just wanted to see us before he headed home.  Once again how great is he? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They started me at about 6:30 pm and told me it would take a little while to get started, but once it started it should go pretty fast.  I didn't go into labor until about 3:30 am on Friday morning.  Things finally got bad enough for a little help, so I asked for something for the pain.  Seriously, I can not remember the name of the drug they gave me, but I'm pretty sure it's 'street name' would be the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Roadrunner&lt;/span&gt;".  It was freaking awesome!  One thing about delivering a baby that is not living, you get drugs that are a heck of a lot more fun!  I think the nurse realized how much I was liking that drug though because they switched it for something else the next time.  Probably for the better!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our sweet baby girl was born at 7:00 am Friday October 23, 2009.  She was a tiny little thing, but she had all her fingers and toes, and looked beautiful to me!  All the blood tests came back completely normal, and there was no sign of a cord accident.  It's just one of those things that can not be explained, it just wasn't her time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were able to hold her and spend some time with her to say goodbye, and tell her how much we loved her.  It was a tender moment that seemed almost sacred.  I know we are an eternal family, and I know I will have a chance to raise her some day, and I look forward to that.  Cory has been by my side through this entire thing and I honestly do not know what I would do without him.  He seems to know what I need before I even ask for it, and just having him hold me and tell me it would all be okay, and his sweet blessing helped more than anything else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SuMg9OzSgAI/AAAAAAAABnE/0S_9u8EYkIY/s1600-h/baby+girl+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396193014837313538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SuMg9OzSgAI/AAAAAAAABnE/0S_9u8EYkIY/s320/baby+girl+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another cute nurse put our little girl in this outfit and got her hand print and foot print for us, I can not say how much I loved this hospital and the staff, and my doctor.  They turned this unbearable situation into something beautiful for us.  Later we found out that the hospital was slammed that night.  They didn't have enough beds for all the people in labor and delivery, and the nurses were running all over.  Cory and I seriously thought we were the only two people in he hospital that night because they were so attentive and so caring during the whole process, start to finish!  Words can not say how much I wish this could have been different.  I wish I had my sweet baby girl home with me right now being stressed about no sleep, and taking care of a newborn, and all the stuff that goes with having a new baby.  However, I feel so blessed to have had her even for the short time I was able to be her mom.  I love her and can't wait for the day we are reunited as a family!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you to everyone for your thoughts and prayers.  We are getting through this, but only because we know we are not alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-2652489432813411752?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/2652489432813411752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=2652489432813411752&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2652489432813411752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2652489432813411752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-baby-girl.html' title='Sweet Baby Girl'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SuMg9OzSgAI/AAAAAAAABnE/0S_9u8EYkIY/s72-c/baby+girl+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3005810674799518159</id><published>2009-10-09T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:19:38.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I use this blog as my journal/scrapbook, and I just realized that I have not done a very good job of documenting what is going on in our lives!  I have left out an enormous and fantastic fact!  I think everyone knows by now, but I would like to officially announce...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're getting a little GIRL!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am 17 weeks, and although we've had a few minor problems, (sick, exhausted, blood clots, gall bladder problems, and a few other things) we are moving forward, and doing great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am due March 18, 2010 which I think is a fabulous time to have a new baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am terrified, and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that I have both my families so close because I know I will be needing them a TON, but mostly I am just anxious to meet this sweet baby girl who has already stolen my heart!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cory and I are having an extremely hard time deciding on a name (as usual) so I would like to invite anyone who would like to, to give us suggestions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3005810674799518159?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3005810674799518159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3005810674799518159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3005810674799518159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3005810674799518159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/10/duh.html' title='Duh!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-8116249836294027515</id><published>2009-10-05T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:50:39.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year for the Bo Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We celebrated Bo's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday on Friday September 25.  I can not believe he is two years old!  This little boy is so much fun to have around.  He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hysterical&lt;/span&gt; to watch.  He goes on little "walks" wherever we go, like he just wants to check everything out, and get a feel for his surroundings.  He loves other kids, but he is completely content to just play by himself, in his own little world.  He is getting to be such a tease too, which keeps us all laughing.  (Well, except for Cody, who does not find it very entertaining at all.)  He loves his grandpa's and when they are around, no one else matters, and if there is water anywhere withing a 10 mile radius, it is impossible to keep him out of it!  He has a smile that can melt your heart, and because his cuddles are few and far between, they make them all the more enjoyable.  I look forward to spending more time with my sweet baby, and watching him grow and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; his little personality!  We are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for all you bring to our family Bo Baby!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso7MN5LsbI/AAAAAAAABm8/4DjJZ4Njac8/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389184985176191410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso7MN5LsbI/AAAAAAAABm8/4DjJZ4Njac8/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; We have the best parks out by us, but my favorite is over in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lakepoint&lt;/span&gt;.  We had our families meet us there to play on the park, and roast hot dogs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marsh mellows&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6yWBGaHI/AAAAAAAABm0/hpJS2fhYoXA/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389184540680284274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6yWBGaHI/AAAAAAAABm0/hpJS2fhYoXA/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo was totally into all his presents this year, the only problem was we kept making him open more!  He just wanted to play with everything he opened.  Instead, we just kept handing more presents!  He was getting a little irritated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6xweh_hI/AAAAAAAABms/YntLJWMnvow/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389184530603179538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6xweh_hI/AAAAAAAABms/YntLJWMnvow/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And his interest is peaked...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6xYyKO4I/AAAAAAAABmk/HlYyB4m-Hdc/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389184524243057538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6xYyKO4I/AAAAAAAABmk/HlYyB4m-Hdc/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just when he thought he would actually get to play with something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOVING ON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6w4yQb3I/AAAAAAAABmc/M21N9N18vKE/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389184515653529458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6w4yQb3I/AAAAAAAABmc/M21N9N18vKE/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is this??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6wY52FII/AAAAAAAABmU/GTmNOmKJPTk/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389184507095422082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso6wY52FII/AAAAAAAABmU/GTmNOmKJPTk/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure who like this present more, Cody or Bo!  I think I may have to go get another one, so they will stop fighting over it!  It was a hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso5jrwwn9I/AAAAAAAABmM/UzJsNppPHAE/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389183189307662290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso5jrwwn9I/AAAAAAAABmM/UzJsNppPHAE/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo got his very first Utah apparel from David &amp;amp; Amanda.  Although we loved it, he was still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;diggin&lt;/span&gt;' the Cars!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso5i7Zav3I/AAAAAAAABmE/6qMfSh3wEaA/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389183176324857714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso5i7Zav3I/AAAAAAAABmE/6qMfSh3wEaA/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And last but not least.  Bo got a four wheeler just like grandpa's!  He loves anything that has to do with riding his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;four wheeler&lt;/span&gt;, so I guess Mom &amp;amp; Dad scored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso5iU5-g9I/AAAAAAAABl8/VJhSrZgYgzw/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389183165992436690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso5iU5-g9I/AAAAAAAABl8/VJhSrZgYgzw/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad showing him how it works, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso5h_zlziI/AAAAAAAABl0/KNP8g9JFtb4/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389183160328506914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso5h_zlziI/AAAAAAAABl0/KNP8g9JFtb4/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the boy is off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso4AMCLoaI/AAAAAAAABlk/44jUpQCsg0s/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181479983751586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso4AMCLoaI/AAAAAAAABlk/44jUpQCsg0s/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then there is his mean mom again, taking him away from his toys to sing "Happy Birthday" and to have cupcakes for his birthday cake.  (cupcakes courtesy of Grandma Weston!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso3_q1FUNI/AAAAAAAABlc/Lc3BLFncuSQ/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181471070441682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso3_q1FUNI/AAAAAAAABlc/Lc3BLFncuSQ/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His cupcakes were darling, and so so yummy!  They had sesame street characters on them, and each little boy got to blow out his own candles.  (the characters lasted all but 5 minutes before they were being fought over.  Note to self, get a set for each kid, instead of thinking they can share!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso3-4zsm5I/AAAAAAAABlU/Lv0gpKA7Z2E/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181457642855314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso3-4zsm5I/AAAAAAAABlU/Lv0gpKA7Z2E/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody blowing out his candles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso399G1EqI/AAAAAAAABlE/EQxjCKbeIk8/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181441616974498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso399G1EqI/AAAAAAAABlE/EQxjCKbeIk8/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think a good time was had by all.  I know Why guy had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you everyone for all his birthday presents, for making the trip out!  We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Happy Happy Birthday Bo!  We love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-8116249836294027515?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/8116249836294027515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=8116249836294027515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8116249836294027515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8116249836294027515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-year-for-bo-baby.html' title='Another Year for the Bo Baby!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sso7MN5LsbI/AAAAAAAABm8/4DjJZ4Njac8/s72-c/Bo%27s+Birthday+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-8820323954492107646</id><published>2009-10-05T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:07:58.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Fight  Dad vs. Cody &amp; Bo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spent a little more time in Bear Lake before the end of summer, and of course the boys had to take advantage of one last hot day, so they headed out back for a little water fight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory would pick up Bo and charge Cody (who was holding the hose) and Cody would spray them, and they were laughing so hard it was killing me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsozMe1-nMI/AAAAAAAABk8/ov-PywlRwCk/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389176193633131714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsozMe1-nMI/AAAAAAAABk8/ov-PywlRwCk/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that Cory used Bo as a shield to protect himself and sacrifice his son?  Bo thought this was hilarious, so I guess it didn't matter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsozL7TngvI/AAAAAAAABk0/Y3OX10nbhEk/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389176184093770482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsozL7TngvI/AAAAAAAABk0/Y3OX10nbhEk/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody thought he was pretty tough welding that hose!  He thought he was pretty safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxZP9ylUI/AAAAAAAABks/hhPDu2aIcE8/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174213954409794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxZP9ylUI/AAAAAAAABks/hhPDu2aIcE8/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cory thought he was pretty safe too, until he realized Cody is a lot faster than he looks!  Cody drenched him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxYsgtGUI/AAAAAAAABkk/tFuolAdLG5c/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174204437174594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxYsgtGUI/AAAAAAAABkk/tFuolAdLG5c/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh the things the humor me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxX4t-NWI/AAAAAAAABkc/GLHZ4u7hWZE/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174190534178146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxX4t-NWI/AAAAAAAABkc/GLHZ4u7hWZE/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if you can tell in this picture, but Bo is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sportin&lt;/span&gt;' the Mohawk look.  Aunt Sally gave it to him a little while ago, and have to say, I love it!  I thought he looked so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute.  However, the grandparents were not the biggest fans of his new look, so we let it grow out.  Unfortunately, I think this is the only picture I got of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxXUuEyFI/AAAAAAAABkU/-7itpKWXY94/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174180870932562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxXUuEyFI/AAAAAAAABkU/-7itpKWXY94/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad &amp;amp; Bo taking a breather after the excitement.  Then, I had them all strip down before they could come back in the house.  I didn't get pictures of them in there skivvies, but they sure looked cute to me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxW4H_n3I/AAAAAAAABkM/rVxn9jy5oY8/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174173195018098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsoxW4H_n3I/AAAAAAAABkM/rVxn9jy5oY8/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-8820323954492107646?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/8820323954492107646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=8820323954492107646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8820323954492107646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8820323954492107646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/10/water-fight-dad-vs-cody-bo.html' title='Water Fight  Dad vs. Cody &amp; Bo!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SsozMe1-nMI/AAAAAAAABk8/ov-PywlRwCk/s72-c/Bo%27s+Birthday+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3576068014325527127</id><published>2009-09-02T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:12:25.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for the sake of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;documenting&lt;/span&gt;, I'd like to say we are making progress with preschool!  First, let it be known that Cody has loved preschool from the very beginning!  Every time I go to pick him up he comes out so happy and has to talk to all his friends and say good bye to his teacher Miss Lindsay (have I mentioned how much I love her!)  However, the dropping off part has not been going so well!  The first day, he walked right up to the door so excited to be there, but when I got in the car and started to drive off, he RAN after the car crying!  The teacher had to grab him and take him inside.  The next time, he was a little more skeptical.  We drove to school, he got his back pack, got out of the car, then opened my door, said "come on!" and took my hand.  The closer we got to the door, the harder he held my hand.  Finally, it was time to say goodbye at the door, and Miss Lindsay had to just take him, Crying, and walk into the house.  For the second time I had to drive away from my baby crying.  The third day was by far the worst!  He threw a fit all morning.  He cried in the car the whole way there.  When we got there I got out to get him out and he Locked the door!!  I unlocked the door, and had to pull him out of the car.  He held on to the car with all his might, and I had to pry him off.  Then he wrapped his body around mine, and cried the whole way to the door.  Miss Lindsay just pried him off me, and told me to go!  It was HORRIBLE!!  Keep in mind, that every time I have gone to pick him up he has been happy as a clam!  Which brings me to today.  I count it a success!  We got ready for school.  He got in the car with his back pack.  We drove to school.  He didn't cry until I opened his door to get him out.  Then he cried.  I braced myself for another horrible goodbye.  We walked to the door crying, and as soon as we got to where Miss Lindsay was standing to welcome the kids... Drum Roll... Cody stopped crying!!  He just had me put him down, and walked right in to school!  HOORAY! HOORAY!  HOORAY!  I didn't have to leave my baby crying today!  I didn't have to feel like a failure of a mother today!  My child likes school!  And I am excited to go pick him up and see what he learned today and hear all about his day!  It DOES get better!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way to go Cody Boy!  You made your mommy so happy today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3576068014325527127?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3576068014325527127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3576068014325527127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3576068014325527127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3576068014325527127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3889718109271008301</id><published>2009-08-24T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:03:25.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can not believe I have a child old enough to start school!  I know it's only preschool, but this was a really proud "mom" day!  I took Cody to school this morning at 9:30 am.  For those of you that know us, you know that is early for us!  My boys don't even wake up until 10:00!  What can I say?  We are just not what you call "morning" people!  Even though they don't wake up until mid-morning, they still need time to wake up.  Knowing this, I decided to give Cody plenty of time to get ready for school this morning, so I woke him up at 7:45 am.  He seemed to do okay, but we had to have a little cuddle time, and then he had to have a glass of milk, and a little later he had to have some waffles for breakfast, and finally it was time to start getting ready for school.  We put on his new school clothes, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, and made sure he hit the potty before we were finally ready to leave!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We talked about school the whole way there!  He was so excited.  We had already met his teacher, and she is darling, so Cody knew what he was getting into.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373609342098327826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SpLlOd19yRI/AAAAAAAABkE/JmFRlFCpmzg/s320/First+Day+of+School+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here he is getting ready to go into school with his class.  It may look like he was nervous, but he wasn't at all!  He ran right to his teacher!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SpLlNuBwUXI/AAAAAAAABj8/Tp8ZbRbHnoA/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373609329262874994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SpLlNuBwUXI/AAAAAAAABj8/Tp8ZbRbHnoA/s320/First+Day+of+School+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma bought him this awesome "Turtle Back Pack" (yes, it comes with turtle moves!)  He had to show his moves to his teacher, so I snagged a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did fantastic, and I thought we were in the clear, so I hurried and got back in my car, and started to drive away... That's when it fell apart!  Cody freaked.  He started running after me, but I didn't know what to do!  I didn't know if I should stop, or if I should just keep going, and I thought it would be easier for everyone if I just kept going!  So I did!  I drove away from my little boy crying on his first day of school!  I turned the corner and pulled over, and fell apart!  Holy traumatic day!  I couldn't just go home, so I turned around and just drove past the house one more time to make sure he had gone inside!  That was the longest 2 hours of my life!  I was a wreck!  FINALLY, it was time to go get my baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SpLlNJ42CBI/AAAAAAAABj0/KfJdHZIbxaY/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373609319561824274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SpLlNJ42CBI/AAAAAAAABj0/KfJdHZIbxaY/s320/First+Day+of+School+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had nothing to worry about!  He came right out with the other kids in his class and he was so excited to tell me all about his day!  He turned and said "Bye Miss Lindsay!" to his teacher, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whom&lt;/span&gt; he adores, and then walked out to the car with me!  I had to get another picture of him after school, in all his art work!  (As you can see, he thinks his mom is a total dork!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SpLlMhRx00I/AAAAAAAABjs/-OUmp-wxL-o/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373609308660552514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SpLlMhRx00I/AAAAAAAABjs/-OUmp-wxL-o/s320/First+Day+of+School+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's okay, because he's a dork too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so proud of you Cody boy!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3889718109271008301?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3889718109271008301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3889718109271008301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3889718109271008301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3889718109271008301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SpLlOd19yRI/AAAAAAAABkE/JmFRlFCpmzg/s72-c/First+Day+of+School+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2796944929935001105</id><published>2009-07-07T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:49:11.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spent the 4th of July in Bear Lake.  My mom &amp;amp; I loaded up our boat, packed up the boys, and headed up to the lake by ourselves last Tuesday.  We usually go Logan way (Maddox!  Need I say more?) but this time we decided that since we were pulling the boat we would go through Evanston.  Last time we went that way, it was winter, and I got pulled over.  I guess we're making it a tradition, because once again, we got pulled over.  When we hooked up the boat, I guess we didn't put the plug for the running lights in all the way, so they weren't on.  What a lame reason for getting a ticket!  Just for the record, on both occasions, we were able to get by with just a warning!  Phew!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, we stopped at the Wal-Mart to pick up a few last minute items, so Cody took the opportunity to drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG_KvkZlI/AAAAAAAABjg/70qqIFixxtY/s1600-h/4th+of+July+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355772801647404626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG_KvkZlI/AAAAAAAABjg/70qqIFixxtY/s320/4th+of+July+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As soon as we got to the cabin, we were unloading everything and I walked into my room to put some stuff away, and there was Bo, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chillaxin&lt;/span&gt;' like he had had such a rough day!  It was too cute to pass up a photo op. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG-xLVPtI/AAAAAAAABjY/bsiYFNWz1MU/s1600-h/4th+of+July+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355772794784530130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG-xLVPtI/AAAAAAAABjY/bsiYFNWz1MU/s320/4th+of+July+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next morning while we were getting breakfast ready, Bo decided to pull out all the stops on the chill factor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG-pkysUI/AAAAAAAABjQ/sTcY_GYtEjg/s1600-h/4th+of+July+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355772792743833922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG-pkysUI/AAAAAAAABjQ/sTcY_GYtEjg/s320/4th+of+July+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sweet Shades Baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG-KuzzRI/AAAAAAAABjI/-7ofWaeLN40/s1600-h/4th+of+July+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355772784464350482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG-KuzzRI/AAAAAAAABjI/-7ofWaeLN40/s320/4th+of+July+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doodle took some time to wrestle with the kids.  They ganged up on him, and they won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG9wovsUI/AAAAAAAABjA/7-FdQi_yQp0/s1600-h/4th+of+July+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355772777459593538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG9wovsUI/AAAAAAAABjA/7-FdQi_yQp0/s320/4th+of+July+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he finally collapsed, Cody just yanked his hair up and said "Come On!", and kicked him until he got back up!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was an awesome weekend, we had a blast with our old friends the Peterson's, and the lake was beautiful.  I promise I will make more of an effort to get better pictures!  I just always forget to take my camera!  The boys had a blast on the boat, and playing in the sand on the beach.  We'll see what I can do for the 24th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-2796944929935001105?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/2796944929935001105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=2796944929935001105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2796944929935001105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2796944929935001105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SlOG_KvkZlI/AAAAAAAABjg/70qqIFixxtY/s72-c/4th+of+July+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-5098927651888370983</id><published>2009-06-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:37:40.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just got back from our Annual Lake Powell trip, and I must say, it was Freaking Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We leave on a Sunday, drive to Paige, and stay in a Hotel that first night. We swim and have pizza by the pool, then Monday morning we head out on the lake to find our camp spot. We camp out on the water for a week, then head back to the hotel Saturday night, and head home on Sunday. This year was a little different though. My cousin and his wife got a house boat for the trip, so we lived the life of luxury for the week instead of roughing it. There is something to be said for coming off a long day on the lake in the heat and relaxing in a nice chair in an air conditioned house boat! I hate to repeat myself, but, it was Freaking Awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I get to the picture's, I do have to tell you that I am horrible at being a photographer! I forgot to take pictures more often than not, and I think the only time I pulled my camera out was when we were hanging out at the pool, or the Marina. So, even though we did a lot of crazy things: Skiing, Surfing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wake boarding&lt;/span&gt;, Tubing, Cliff Jumping, touring some amazing canyons, and hiking Hole in the Rock, I did not capture any of it on film. LAME! But we had a great time, and I can't wait to get back there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXf3uOydI/AAAAAAAABi4/2QAm8iy5UH8/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353187312128674258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXf3uOydI/AAAAAAAABi4/2QAm8iy5UH8/s320/Lake+Powell+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cory &amp;amp; Cody playing in the pool. Our boys are little water dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXfiAW0WI/AAAAAAAABiw/osoJRtT8HdE/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353187306299117922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXfiAW0WI/AAAAAAAABiw/osoJRtT8HdE/s320/Lake+Powell+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo Daniel with his grandpa just floating around the pool, taking it all in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXe2qASfI/AAAAAAAABio/NZSy0G7BV_Y/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353187294662642162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXe2qASfI/AAAAAAAABio/NZSy0G7BV_Y/s320/Lake+Powell+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boys were having a blast. Cody thinks his dad is the funniest person alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXFTjly6I/AAAAAAAABig/ZXbcF1VhbgU/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353186855743769506" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXFTjly6I/AAAAAAAABig/ZXbcF1VhbgU/s320/Lake+Powell+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Bo thinks his grandpa is the greatest person alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXEGtdYvI/AAAAAAAABiA/xE7i_l6R-aM/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353186835115631346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpXEGtdYvI/AAAAAAAABiA/xE7i_l6R-aM/s320/Lake+Powell+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course Bo had no trouble getting a little "Dad" time in. He just likes to be in the water. He honestly thinks he can swim all by himself. He was a little bit of a challenge this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWn8c0guI/AAAAAAAABh4/qOFFSp6Mx70/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353186351325151970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWn8c0guI/AAAAAAAABh4/qOFFSp6Mx70/s320/Lake+Powell+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We could not get this child out of the water!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWnuZt87I/AAAAAAAABhw/OhWIYcJYBX0/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353186347554042802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWnuZt87I/AAAAAAAABhw/OhWIYcJYBX0/s320/Lake+Powell+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley was a big hit again this year! My boys are absolutely in love with her! She kept them entertained, and Cody was her little shadow. She may be his first crush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWnIzQG-I/AAAAAAAABho/oZ4eSwQ-DMg/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353186337460591586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWnIzQG-I/AAAAAAAABho/oZ4eSwQ-DMg/s320/Lake+Powell+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A fast stop and Micky D's for breakfast before heading out on the Lake! My boys just wanted to be wherever Ashley was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWHxavHxI/AAAAAAAABhg/AKZaBkyQ9Mc/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353185798607806226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWHxavHxI/AAAAAAAABhg/AKZaBkyQ9Mc/s320/Lake+Powell+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we couldn't get our boys to do something we just had to call Ashley over and they were more than happy to do whatever she asked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWHlnyLpI/AAAAAAAABhY/B1hE4slEdL0/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353185795441307282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWHlnyLpI/AAAAAAAABhY/B1hE4slEdL0/s320/Lake+Powell+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo striking a pose on the little Lady Bug. He loved this spot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWHV5o-mI/AAAAAAAABhQ/7OMDiyNT-l0/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353185791221234274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWHV5o-mI/AAAAAAAABhQ/7OMDiyNT-l0/s320/Lake+Powell+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; hanging out on the "Lion". A lady that worked there kept asking him to take his shoes off, his response: "ROAR"!!!! I was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWGvaa9qI/AAAAAAAABhA/Vc8RppgfF50/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353185780889745058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpWGvaa9qI/AAAAAAAABhA/Vc8RppgfF50/s320/Lake+Powell+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TMNT&lt;/span&gt;. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. TURTLE POWER! Cody loved being on a turtle and belting out the turtle Theme Song!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUa6a6YSI/AAAAAAAABg4/0eLgE4vXynE/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183928418722082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUa6a6YSI/AAAAAAAABg4/0eLgE4vXynE/s320/Lake+Powell+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We weren't in the boat for more than five seconds when Bo just decided to climb on over the boat and into the water! He really thinks he's this big kid that can do whatever he wants! Cory had to hang him over the edge so he could drag his feet in the water while the boat was going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUaWiOxjI/AAAAAAAABgw/LoQlv1t9AuQ/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183918785742386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUaWiOxjI/AAAAAAAABgw/LoQlv1t9AuQ/s320/Lake+Powell+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He would get so mad if Cory stopped. I don't know how far we went with him dangling over the side, but he was so content, he almost fell asleep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUaIlYv2I/AAAAAAAABgo/QZyweSAYtAE/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183915040882530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUaIlYv2I/AAAAAAAABgo/QZyweSAYtAE/s320/Lake+Powell+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids begged and begged Cory to catch them another fish (like he did last year.) They saved up there old bread and chips so they could draw the fish in for Cory to reach down and grab one. So creepy, but they love it! I guess Cody didn't want to miss one ounce of the action, so he got right on his dad's back to make sure he got the best view!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUZ_R9FaI/AAAAAAAABgg/RCVM4RwvaBo/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183912543458722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUZ_R9FaI/AAAAAAAABgg/RCVM4RwvaBo/s320/Lake+Powell+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wait for it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUZnbP70I/AAAAAAAABgY/sCTp1FTn5Ec/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183906139991874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpUZnbP70I/AAAAAAAABgY/sCTp1FTn5Ec/s320/Lake+Powell+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo had to be restrained from jumping right in with the fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT9YiZbdI/AAAAAAAABgQ/qHYcIljmEyk/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183421107105234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT9YiZbdI/AAAAAAAABgQ/qHYcIljmEyk/s320/Lake+Powell+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT9OCLLGI/AAAAAAAABgI/TmYmqmjJ4w8/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183418287598690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT9OCLLGI/AAAAAAAABgI/TmYmqmjJ4w8/s320/Lake+Powell+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting closer, Cody was getting so excited! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT8wLo19I/AAAAAAAABgA/CLcGdnJbB3Y/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183410274228178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT8wLo19I/AAAAAAAABgA/CLcGdnJbB3Y/s320/Lake+Powell+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo was trying so hard to sneak into that water!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT8jhMt3I/AAAAAAAABf4/DiUmn5K1Up4/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183406874998642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT8jhMt3I/AAAAAAAABf4/DiUmn5K1Up4/s320/Lake+Powell+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here is Bo trying to act all innocent like he wasn't trying to do anything sneaky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT8FtvViI/AAAAAAAABfw/GEuUAlBQTxI/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353183398874535458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpT8FtvViI/AAAAAAAABfw/GEuUAlBQTxI/s320/Lake+Powell+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still Waiting....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpTS9xDxwI/AAAAAAAABfo/hNSySV0KgRI/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353182692366337794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpTS9xDxwI/AAAAAAAABfo/hNSySV0KgRI/s320/Lake+Powell+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo getting caught by Grandpa. I can't believe that crazy kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpTSlrikwI/AAAAAAAABfg/LnW6Lwhz3zs/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353182685900739330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpTSlrikwI/AAAAAAAABfg/LnW6Lwhz3zs/s320/Lake+Powell+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is so mad that Grandpa won't just let him swim!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpTSaEW1WI/AAAAAAAABfY/q2zGKKHphss/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353182682783602018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpTSaEW1WI/AAAAAAAABfY/q2zGKKHphss/s320/Lake+Powell+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpTSDlqV1I/AAAAAAAABfQ/nbQMZ209gZE/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353182676749277010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpTSDlqV1I/AAAAAAAABfQ/nbQMZ209gZE/s320/Lake+Powell+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Finally! The Fish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody realized it's not as cool up close as he thought it was going to be! It freaked him out a little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpR4eiKr8I/AAAAAAAABfA/-wDPAx2TLWw/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181137794150338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpR4eiKr8I/AAAAAAAABfA/-wDPAx2TLWw/s320/Lake+Powell+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo was laughing so hard at all the fish fighting over the food the other kids were throwing at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpR31JBHII/AAAAAAAABe4/7PEIBFSjmCk/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181126682811522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpR31JBHII/AAAAAAAABe4/7PEIBFSjmCk/s320/Lake+Powell+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is he not the cutest little stinker you've ever seen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpR3VBic4I/AAAAAAAABeo/VCkpLLpu-GY/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181118061507458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpR3VBic4I/AAAAAAAABeo/VCkpLLpu-GY/s320/Lake+Powell+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Sally with Ashley, Bo, &amp;amp; Cody. Ashley taking her job of keeping Bo out of the water very serious! Silly Kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRedu2dvI/AAAAAAAABeg/xx3rPQMQrAo/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180690902316786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRedu2dvI/AAAAAAAABeg/xx3rPQMQrAo/s320/Lake+Powell+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Finally, Bo found someone he could talk into letting him get in that water!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpReD-2dwI/AAAAAAAABeY/pY9L9t_aYZw/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180683990103810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpReD-2dwI/AAAAAAAABeY/pY9L9t_aYZw/s320/Lake+Powell+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those creepy carp swimming all over and around him, didn't phase him in the least! He was trying to kick them! So Gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRd62ma1I/AAAAAAAABeQ/2KApikeC6rM/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180681539578706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRd62ma1I/AAAAAAAABeQ/2KApikeC6rM/s320/Lake+Powell+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And there he is ladies. What a stud! And he's all MINE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRc0z0h3I/AAAAAAAABeI/gXEjWemov7U/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180662737438578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRc0z0h3I/AAAAAAAABeI/gXEjWemov7U/s320/Lake+Powell+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this is Forbidden Canyon. Cory &amp;amp; Cody were yelling at David to jump, and my dad was headed for the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRcrhatvI/AAAAAAAABeA/x3oTSVUV8K0/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180660244330226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRcrhatvI/AAAAAAAABeA/x3oTSVUV8K0/s320/Lake+Powell+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there goes David. Cody thought it was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRBzDRNFI/AAAAAAAABd4/EaezAbKwIMM/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180198408893522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRBzDRNFI/AAAAAAAABd4/EaezAbKwIMM/s320/Lake+Powell+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo in his usual spot. The back of the boat on the swim deck with his feet dragging in the water!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRBYTDw7I/AAAAAAAABdw/mf7QMeHGwz8/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180191227364274" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRBYTDw7I/AAAAAAAABdw/mf7QMeHGwz8/s320/Lake+Powell+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's time to get rid of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' pacifier, but that is the sweetest little face I have ever seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRBE4oTHI/AAAAAAAABdo/n_oLZbhZsIg/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180186016238706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRBE4oTHI/AAAAAAAABdo/n_oLZbhZsIg/s320/Lake+Powell+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the boys swimming back to the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRAgpKuiI/AAAAAAAABdg/KnGb69xDuhU/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180176287709730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRAgpKuiI/AAAAAAAABdg/KnGb69xDuhU/s320/Lake+Powell+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shaggin&lt;/span&gt;' the muck out of the water as we go by. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRAUUBlKI/AAAAAAAABdY/CdBOJvZpCVM/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353180172977804450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpRAUUBlKI/AAAAAAAABdY/CdBOJvZpCVM/s320/Lake+Powell+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so this "cliff" was really not that high, but a great jumping off spot. Sally &amp;amp; David talked Cory into going up with them to jump off. Cory is seriously so afraid of heights, so it just made this whole thing so funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQbqC1sFI/AAAAAAAABdQ/gz9I-fHxQPA/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353179543156142162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQbqC1sFI/AAAAAAAABdQ/gz9I-fHxQPA/s320/Lake+Powell+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sally jumped right off, so that left Cory &amp;amp; David.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQbIivaiI/AAAAAAAABdI/DP9DhNQlKwE/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353179534163143202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQbIivaiI/AAAAAAAABdI/DP9DhNQlKwE/s320/Lake+Powell+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there goes David, so that left Cory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQa93ii1I/AAAAAAAABdA/BLHXnigq-4U/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353179531297590098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQa93ii1I/AAAAAAAABdA/BLHXnigq-4U/s320/Lake+Powell+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And there goes the life jacket...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQaTzu4kI/AAAAAAAABc4/jmtd3X6vvNQ/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353179520007332418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQaTzu4kI/AAAAAAAABc4/jmtd3X6vvNQ/s320/Lake+Powell+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And finally, Cory went to jump, and tried to chicken out, but he was too far gone, so he let out a few profanities, which made all the kids laugh histarically, and before he knew it, he was in the water. After, he was even laughing at himself!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQZ65vBNI/AAAAAAAABcw/bRmW0JvJz5s/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353179513321620690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpQZ65vBNI/AAAAAAAABcw/bRmW0JvJz5s/s320/Lake+Powell+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And back at the Marnina and the all those fish again. Melissa was kind enough to take a turn keeping Bo out of the water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpP6QCY_vI/AAAAAAAABcY/3f7Pvs3nN4U/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178969239256818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpP6QCY_vI/AAAAAAAABcY/3f7Pvs3nN4U/s320/Lake+Powell+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what it is about those fish, but they are hypnotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpPW8c3q4I/AAAAAAAABcA/nei9-j3uTsc/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178362686188418" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpPW8c3q4I/AAAAAAAABcA/nei9-j3uTsc/s320/Lake+Powell+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory and his boys. Does life get much better?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpPWf0KaxI/AAAAAAAABbw/nM_-dur0Xp0/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178354999257874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpPWf0KaxI/AAAAAAAABbw/nM_-dur0Xp0/s320/Lake+Powell+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley, the little dare devil, wanted David to try and help her catch a fish like Cory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpPWOVwNEI/AAAAAAAABbo/Yp0hCFbV8kc/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178350308308034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpPWOVwNEI/AAAAAAAABbo/Yp0hCFbV8kc/s320/Lake+Powell+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, she decided against that decision at the last minute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpPV7Bea6I/AAAAAAAABbg/0wuliQvdzpY/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178345122982818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpPV7Bea6I/AAAAAAAABbg/0wuliQvdzpY/s320/Lake+Powell+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But apparently, it's okay to touch them with your feet! Bo is in Heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOwnovN1I/AAAAAAAABbY/eGNfzAnuTGI/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177704263792466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOwnovN1I/AAAAAAAABbY/eGNfzAnuTGI/s320/Lake+Powell+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at those little feet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOwOFuqyI/AAAAAAAABbQ/ZH7eE6WEPFE/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177697406069538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOwOFuqyI/AAAAAAAABbQ/ZH7eE6WEPFE/s320/Lake+Powell+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But got a few of those fish, and thought he was the coolest thing since sliced bread!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOv8_ymuI/AAAAAAAABbI/JdNhTlRDT0c/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177692817758946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOv8_ymuI/AAAAAAAABbI/JdNhTlRDT0c/s320/Lake+Powell+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He would hold really still until the fish came up close, then he would start kicking again. Tricky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOvnkFYDI/AAAAAAAABbA/nvCx0DeQLqc/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177687064404018" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOvnkFYDI/AAAAAAAABbA/nvCx0DeQLqc/s320/Lake+Powell+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still not enough of those freakin' fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOvcgXmnI/AAAAAAAABa4/4cyGMnTJwV0/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177684096031346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOvcgXmnI/AAAAAAAABa4/4cyGMnTJwV0/s320/Lake+Powell+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody thought it was so funny to watch his brother being fed to the fish. But he wasn't so big on the idea of doing it himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOQfatUNI/AAAAAAAABaw/NaWztSbzILs/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177152301650130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOQfatUNI/AAAAAAAABaw/NaWztSbzILs/s320/Lake+Powell+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way home, we had to stop in Kanab to get some ice cream. I don't think anyone has ever enjoyed an ice cream sandwich more than the Code Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOQLB5JsI/AAAAAAAABao/lEEaulkti_s/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177146828859074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOQLB5JsI/AAAAAAAABao/lEEaulkti_s/s320/Lake+Powell+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not kidding, he made sure he got every drop of that thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOPsSwD_I/AAAAAAAABag/OODDN0ht8gg/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177138578067442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SkpOPsSwD_I/AAAAAAAABag/OODDN0ht8gg/s320/Lake+Powell+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Complete Satisfaction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see, we had a great time! Thank You Richard &amp;amp; Melissa for an awsome week! 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It is by far my favorite place, but my boys are just completely in there element up there!  They love it!  They love it so much, that things just come easier up there.  Like POTTY TRAINING!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, I can not get Cody to go in the potty at home, but in Bear Lake, he just goes all by himself!  He is so proud of himself, and he is just a big boy when we are there.  Maybe it's all the space he gets, or that there is so much for him to do.  Whatever it is, I am happy for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAfpvJs2I/AAAAAAAABZw/Qu0hhSkEtfc/s1600-h/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347602888816964450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAfpvJs2I/AAAAAAAABZw/Qu0hhSkEtfc/s320/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody right after going to the bathroom ALL BY HIMSELF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAf3DqXwI/AAAAAAAABZ4/th7O-Zv9aF0/s1600-h/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347602892392652546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAf3DqXwI/AAAAAAAABZ4/th7O-Zv9aF0/s320/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gave him a treat for going, and we were all clapping, and cheering for him, and he was like, "What?  I can totally do it when I Want to!  What's the big deal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAgPrGSII/AAAAAAAABaA/H0SLGUEujFc/s1600-h/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347602899000510594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAgPrGSII/AAAAAAAABaA/H0SLGUEujFc/s320/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course Bo can't be left out of the picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAgeN3ceI/AAAAAAAABaI/BrcZ2k5_8HY/s1600-h/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347602902904435170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAgeN3ceI/AAAAAAAABaI/BrcZ2k5_8HY/s320/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chips Chips, and Chips!  This boy is a pretty good eater for the most part, but his very favorite food in the whole world?  CHIPS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAgyv8GCI/AAAAAAAABaQ/N9VExyLYDO8/s1600-h/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347602908416055330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAgyv8GCI/AAAAAAAABaQ/N9VExyLYDO8/s320/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took a ride over to Garden City to see what was happening around the lake, and to grab some grub, and Bo just about died when he saw this Giant Cow!  So, we took a photo op. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaA6GY8V4I/AAAAAAAABaY/W83hQrY8CZs/s1600-h/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347603343185041282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaA6GY8V4I/AAAAAAAABaY/W83hQrY8CZs/s320/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa had to pose with the Bo Baby!  So Funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really want this Cow!  My boys think it is the greatest thing!&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/5225932747277225757-4432059688595760648?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/4432059688595760648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=4432059688595760648&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4432059688595760648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4432059688595760648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/06/bear-lake.html' title='Bear Lake...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SjaAfpvJs2I/AAAAAAAABZw/Qu0hhSkEtfc/s72-c/Moab+and+Bear+Lake+09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-7259574190642300683</id><published>2009-04-26T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:30:24.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's "3"!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't believe my little boy is 3 years old!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody is so much fun these days! He's starting to talk a lot more which is a huge relief, but at the same time a huge stress! The boy is a parrot! I have to be really careful about what I say, and I didn't realize how bad my mouth is! I guess we'll be cleaning things up in the Huntsman House!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are still working on Potty Training, since we just can't get it down. I don't know if his stubborn streak comes from his dad, or from me, but it's a mean one! Everything is on "Cody Time" but once he decides to do it, he does it with passion, and he's fantastic! Cody loves to sing, and when he hears music, he just can't help but dance! His favorite songs are "ABC's" &amp;amp; "Old MacDonald" (the only animal on the farm is a Cow!). He is just such a crack up, and loves being outside playing with all our animals. (He still thinks he is an animal). We are so grateful to have Cody in our family and love him so much! He brings so much happiness to anyone he meets, and has the sweetest, softest heart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Code Man! We Love You!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSt7VKQrsI/AAAAAAAABYc/_dwB0eONFSM/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329075493890207426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSt7VKQrsI/AAAAAAAABYc/_dwB0eONFSM/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The "Birthday Boy"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSu3vbvA2I/AAAAAAAABZc/DKXg3ahRlOA/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076531734971234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSu3vbvA2I/AAAAAAAABZc/DKXg3ahRlOA/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of Course we had to have Pizza! It's Cody's favorite, and one of the 3 things he will eat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSu3cBe_bI/AAAAAAAABZU/Yq71mxHk93g/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076526524595634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSu3cBe_bI/AAAAAAAABZU/Yq71mxHk93g/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody got a Big Wheel from Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Huntsman, as you can see it was a HUGE hit... With Bo! I think Bo just claimed it as his!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSu3MG73kI/AAAAAAAABZM/F8BayMGS0P4/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076522252492354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSu3MG73kI/AAAAAAAABZM/F8BayMGS0P4/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody did get to play with it earlier in the day, so he was okay with his little brother taking it over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSucw0HWJI/AAAAAAAABZE/20Dy9cqEABE/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076068249196690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSucw0HWJI/AAAAAAAABZE/20Dy9cqEABE/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And what kind of Birthday would it be without jumping on the bed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;?! Two little monkeys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSucpghjzI/AAAAAAAABY8/YChDP540tY0/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076066287980338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSucpghjzI/AAAAAAAABY8/YChDP540tY0/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody really got the 'present' thing this year. He got so excited to open his presents and his reaction to everything he got was classic... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woooow&lt;/span&gt;!" (I wonder who he got that from!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSucTQ_XHI/AAAAAAAABY0/VuCW0Jddh74/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076060317244530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSucTQ_XHI/AAAAAAAABY0/VuCW0Jddh74/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still opening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSub0ea3LI/AAAAAAAABYk/RSmuhxJOr-8/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076052052073650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSub0ea3LI/AAAAAAAABYk/RSmuhxJOr-8/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there it is! Complete Joy! I love his ZEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSt7G8CrFI/AAAAAAAABYU/XvXLneuYLqw/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329075490072472658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSt7G8CrFI/AAAAAAAABYU/XvXLneuYLqw/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As of late, he has developed a love of guns and shooting people. Should I be worried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Skater Boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSt6-qZnDI/AAAAAAAABYM/7__BBKQR9aM/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329075487850994738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSt6-qZnDI/AAAAAAAABYM/7__BBKQR9aM/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma got him this card with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; on it that sings when you open it. The minute she opened it Cody just had to start dancing! He just can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfS1yyixafI/AAAAAAAABZk/0Z_rCORRMh4/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329084143251843570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfS1yyixafI/AAAAAAAABZk/0Z_rCORRMh4/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TMNT&lt;/span&gt;" the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Moomie&lt;/span&gt; (Movie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of Course... Drum Roll Please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What do Redneck parents get their Redneck son for his birthday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GOATS! Live Goats!! That is what our 3 year old got from his parents!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSt6qlzqKI/AAAAAAAABX8/XU6nuBLcjN4/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329075482463021218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSt6qlzqKI/AAAAAAAABX8/XU6nuBLcjN4/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was ecstatic! I just don't think he knew what to think! He was overwhelmed with excitement! It was hilarious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStXRqK1dI/AAAAAAAABX0/h3kXLNbN1U8/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074874475009490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStXRqK1dI/AAAAAAAABX0/h3kXLNbN1U8/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our neighbors had a couple "kids", so we thought, Why Not?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStXMW3VwI/AAAAAAAABXs/Hw0lgqp7TwE/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074873051862786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStXMW3VwI/AAAAAAAABXs/Hw0lgqp7TwE/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got him a boy and a girl 'Bonnie' &amp;amp; 'Clyde'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStXKGG2zI/AAAAAAAABXk/iuabFgOOdAQ/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074872444705586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStXKGG2zI/AAAAAAAABXk/iuabFgOOdAQ/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He just kept laughing about his goats! And yes, they got to come in the house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStW1ltHsI/AAAAAAAABXc/Tbu_VS0GQA0/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074866940092098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStW1ltHsI/AAAAAAAABXc/Tbu_VS0GQA0/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;baaa&lt;/span&gt;, and Cody laughs, and now the 'Old MacDonald' song includes a Cow &amp;amp; a Goat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStWi253AI/AAAAAAAABXU/fcwYOaIifH4/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074861911956482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfStWi253AI/AAAAAAAABXU/fcwYOaIifH4/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of Course Bo had to get in on the action! He loves them too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsofs3pWI/AAAAAAAABXM/l0aHNgn6vWI/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074070790579554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsofs3pWI/AAAAAAAABXM/l0aHNgn6vWI/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are a really cute pair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsoHw59yI/AAAAAAAABXE/eCAnHltRKCk/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074064365057826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsoHw59yI/AAAAAAAABXE/eCAnHltRKCk/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think "Lenny" makes them nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsn7yd5JI/AAAAAAAABW8/1_Nby0Xo39g/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074061150381202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsn7yd5JI/AAAAAAAABW8/1_Nby0Xo39g/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those poor goats just have no idea what's in store for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsnjYSWiI/AAAAAAAABW0/_iamszXzVQ4/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074054598122018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsnjYSWiI/AAAAAAAABW0/_iamszXzVQ4/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At least the little one tries to be soft!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsnSXxKQI/AAAAAAAABWs/Kz0yZBF1PYs/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074050032544002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsnSXxKQI/AAAAAAAABWs/Kz0yZBF1PYs/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, that's not redneck at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsEHOb8jI/AAAAAAAABWk/cWmXtM51Ruo/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329073445745193522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsEHOb8jI/AAAAAAAABWk/cWmXtM51Ruo/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsD3y2juI/AAAAAAAABWc/5O4ueaSPQAY/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329073441602965218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsD3y2juI/AAAAAAAABWc/5O4ueaSPQAY/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh great!  They climb!  Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsDl9MoHI/AAAAAAAABWU/kCbgmvtX44Y/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329073436814516338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsDl9MoHI/AAAAAAAABWU/kCbgmvtX44Y/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking a little break from the Goats to have the tickle treatment from uncle Mark!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsDJJa0EI/AAAAAAAABWM/hzjk02A7QcM/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329073429081149506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsDJJa0EI/AAAAAAAABWM/hzjk02A7QcM/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And back to the goats!  Apparently it needed a little love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsC1HdtjI/AAAAAAAABWE/mJRghM--eps/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329073423704241714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSsC1HdtjI/AAAAAAAABWE/mJRghM--eps/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody loves to sing "Happy Birthday" and he was even more excited that we were singing it to him, and he got to blow out the candles!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrYuXZTpI/AAAAAAAABV8/tRy-QVge6K8/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329072700337507986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrYuXZTpI/AAAAAAAABV8/tRy-QVge6K8/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just don't think he wanted it to end!  He LOVES his birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrYZeBc0I/AAAAAAAABV0/RR0lr-dqaUI/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329072694728160066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrYZeBc0I/AAAAAAAABV0/RR0lr-dqaUI/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He just wanted to get his fingers in that cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrYGlcNII/AAAAAAAABVs/T3DWC2Yjj4Y/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329072689658999938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrYGlcNII/AAAAAAAABVs/T3DWC2Yjj4Y/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom was in charge of the cake again this year, so of course it turned out FABULOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She even put Goats on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrX0wJfeI/AAAAAAAABVk/QapD1eKCl0M/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329072684872072674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrX0wJfeI/AAAAAAAABVk/QapD1eKCl0M/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Goats found shelter in the entertainment center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrXjZkL6I/AAAAAAAABVc/kn57dmQExsg/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329072680213950370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSrXjZkL6I/AAAAAAAABVc/kn57dmQExsg/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, this my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSqTjTBe3I/AAAAAAAABVU/ghWhPeNegYc/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329071511955405682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSqTjTBe3I/AAAAAAAABVU/ghWhPeNegYc/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And another break for the awesome racetrack his Aunt Sally gave him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSqS-sNQNI/AAAAAAAABVE/3LwT-R-OWZs/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329071502128922834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSqS-sNQNI/AAAAAAAABVE/3LwT-R-OWZs/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care if I am their mom.  I have two of the cutest kids EVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSqSrTQViI/AAAAAAAABU8/8tnR62kJseY/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329071496923993634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSqSrTQViI/AAAAAAAABU8/8tnR62kJseY/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shh!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSqSCdCqYI/AAAAAAAABU0/r5HZkzSA67k/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329071485959186818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSqSCdCqYI/AAAAAAAABU0/r5HZkzSA67k/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cars race around the track and they crash!  What could be better? Sally always gives awesome presents, but usually she gives them and then she's gone.  This time, she stayed and put together her present!  We'll see what she gives him next year! ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSm-9xl_VI/AAAAAAAABUk/Q9Z8Pt8soLk/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329067859750813010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSm-9xl_VI/AAAAAAAABUk/Q9Z8Pt8soLk/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo with Grandpa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSm93Vk-5I/AAAAAAAABUc/3inZd1hwu2E/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329067840842824594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSm93Vk-5I/AAAAAAAABUc/3inZd1hwu2E/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, the ice cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSm9lx0_WI/AAAAAAAABUM/ehKPQ99JMlc/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329067836129475938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSm9lx0_WI/AAAAAAAABUM/ehKPQ99JMlc/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; were in heaven!  It was a really fun Party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSmUQvSi0I/AAAAAAAABT8/QB7W3rwr9JM/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+053.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329067126107048770" style="text-decoration: underline;width: 320px; height: 240px; " alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSmUQvSi0I/AAAAAAAABT8/QB7W3rwr9JM/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And here is Cody trying to stop his brother from touching his stuff!  Did I say he was 'starting' to love his brother and play well with him???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSmULE-9QI/AAAAAAAABT0/xQAk2EdbybA/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329067124587427074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSmULE-9QI/AAAAAAAABT0/xQAk2EdbybA/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then Cody realized where the Goats were, and decided they needed to play some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSmT5xYQ0I/AAAAAAAABTs/bWS-_Rv85jI/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329067119941796674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSmT5xYQ0I/AAAAAAAABTs/bWS-_Rv85jI/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad had to rescue poor Clyde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSmTqCvBMI/AAAAAAAABTk/_GQdh0SIcwk/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329067115719623874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSmTqCvBMI/AAAAAAAABTk/_GQdh0SIcwk/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So they moved over!  And yes, that little goat climbed up there all by himself!  They are the funniest little animals!  Just like puppies, only climbing ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlRlJ5i5I/AAAAAAAABTc/87LyBJMneXU/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329065980536130450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlRlJ5i5I/AAAAAAAABTc/87LyBJMneXU/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then it was time to feed those little babies!  A little comic relief!  We got this gigantic bottle, it was so big, it just wouldn't work, so we pulled out one of Bo's real bottles, that he still uses I might add, and tried to feed the goats with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlRSTDv5I/AAAAAAAABTU/Qsgp2qg_X2o/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329065975474274194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlRSTDv5I/AAAAAAAABTU/Qsgp2qg_X2o/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so Bo saw this gigantic bottle, and thought he had died and gone to heaven!  He just had to give it a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlRFzxGsI/AAAAAAAABTM/85-mNMgVRFU/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329065972121803458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlRFzxGsI/AAAAAAAABTM/85-mNMgVRFU/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What kind of mother am I you might ask?  The kind that see's her baby trying to drink a bottle that was made for a goat and hurry's to get my camera so I can get a picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlQ44JtiI/AAAAAAAABTE/IhHBCxs1B80/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329065968650532386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlQ44JtiI/AAAAAAAABTE/IhHBCxs1B80/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously!  So Freaking Funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlQudfCWI/AAAAAAAABS8/veH3JbxRbWA/s1600-h/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329065965854329186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSlQudfCWI/AAAAAAAABS8/veH3JbxRbWA/s320/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there it is!  Something is Amiss!  Bitter Beer?  Nope, just GOAT MILK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Bo Baby!  I'm sorry I use you strictly for comic relief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there you have it!  Our version of a Redneck Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Cody!!&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/5225932747277225757-7259574190642300683?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/7259574190642300683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=7259574190642300683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7259574190642300683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7259574190642300683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-whos-3.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s &quot;3&quot;!?'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfSt7VKQrsI/AAAAAAAABYc/_dwB0eONFSM/s72-c/Cody%27s+3rd+Birthday+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-5276918300501870486</id><published>2009-04-23T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:00:28.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love Easter!  We have had specific Easter traditions in my family ever since I can remember, but this year, things were a little different.  With my mom being handicap, and Rob &amp;amp; Heather up from St. George, and the weather so crazy, this Easter ended up being a last minute scramble!  I waited until SATURDAY to do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; shopping!  Never Again!  Every store we went to was Cleaned out of ALL Easter candy!  We went to 4 or 5 places to get enough candy to fill our baskets, but I must say, my dad saved the day when he told us to go to some "little pharmacy in West Valley that not many people know about".  We had nothing to lose, so we trusted him.  The "Little Pharmacy" turned out to be a Super Savors Warehouse that Tons of people know about, but, low &amp;amp; behold, we Struck Gold!!  We got everything we needed, and Saved our Easter!  Thanks Dad!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brain dead&lt;/span&gt; mother I am, I forgot my camera so I don't have any pictures of my boys dying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs, which Cody LOVED and Bo had NO interest in, or of the Easter Egg hunt we went to that was sponsored by my Ward, which neither of my boys really cared about, but had a blast none-the-less.  Bo just liked picking up the eggs and throwing them, and Cody liked kicking the eggs he found.  Karlee however, found one of the "Silver Eggs" and so won one of four Big prizes!  I think Rob was more excited about it than Karlee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Easter Morning...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCkI0Amt-I/AAAAAAAABS0/fN0ywc6LN9Q/s1600-h/Easter+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938830486386658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCkI0Amt-I/AAAAAAAABS0/fN0ywc6LN9Q/s320/Easter+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody's Basket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCkIY8hnAI/AAAAAAAABSs/q3yabC-_FXY/s1600-h/Easter+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938823221517314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCkIY8hnAI/AAAAAAAABSs/q3yabC-_FXY/s320/Easter+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo's Basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCj5wKMkjI/AAAAAAAABSk/znywGXZIeNM/s1600-h/Easter+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938571754836530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCj5wKMkjI/AAAAAAAABSk/znywGXZIeNM/s320/Easter+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Easter Morning, Bo was THRILLED!  Candy, Candy, Candy!  And, yes, I let them have their candy for breakfast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCj5b8QN2I/AAAAAAAABSc/Ogx3WcjM0_Y/s1600-h/Easter+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938566327646050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCj5b8QN2I/AAAAAAAABSc/Ogx3WcjM0_Y/s320/Easter+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Cory's parents house first for a little Easter Egg Hunt and lunch with the Huntsman's.  Once again, my boys had no interest in the "Hunt", but Loved being with all the kids, and playing in the Pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCj5Ftj4eI/AAAAAAAABSU/rP-W6idGD98/s1600-h/Easter+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938560360440290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCj5Ftj4eI/AAAAAAAABSU/rP-W6idGD98/s320/Easter+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love my boys' Easter Outfits.  I thought they looked so dang cute!  However, Cody only wore his for a total of 3 minutes, before he found the ONLY piece of dog crap on 10 acres and managed to smear it all over his leg, and his arm, and his shirt! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCj47EXWEI/AAAAAAAABSM/wyTZx9zbVVU/s1600-h/Easter+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938557503297602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCj47EXWEI/AAAAAAAABSM/wyTZx9zbVVU/s320/Easter+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since he was the only child that managed to find the poop, he was the only child that spent Easter Afternoon like this...  In just his Diaper, Sweatshirt, and Shoes!  His clothes were in the wash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjcdH1sqI/AAAAAAAABSE/yFHvFjjBmPU/s1600-h/Easter+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938068428468898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjcdH1sqI/AAAAAAAABSE/yFHvFjjBmPU/s320/Easter+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He didn't care!  He just kept finding one egg at a time, opening it, and eating the candy in it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjcOuaP_I/AAAAAAAABR8/i6p5fOGmVIo/s1600-h/Easter+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938064563716082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjcOuaP_I/AAAAAAAABR8/i6p5fOGmVIo/s320/Easter+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo &amp;amp; Taylor.  Taylor was so cute with Bo trying to get him interested in finding eggs, but all Bo wanted to do was throw the eggs in the pond!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjb3ZhhBI/AAAAAAAABR0/8hwKa1bv_p8/s1600-h/Easter+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938058302096402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjb3ZhhBI/AAAAAAAABR0/8hwKa1bv_p8/s320/Easter+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor couldn't believe that Bo was just chucking the eggs in the pond!  THEY HAVE CANDY IN THEM!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjbjE_eRI/AAAAAAAABRs/wZUwzmdVp4s/s1600-h/Easter+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938052847270162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjbjE_eRI/AAAAAAAABRs/wZUwzmdVp4s/s320/Easter+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody standing at the top of the pond.  My little Danger boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjba9EjkI/AAAAAAAABRk/Br6ZfHjo_co/s1600-h/Easter+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938050666565186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjba9EjkI/AAAAAAAABRk/Br6ZfHjo_co/s320/Easter+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I yelled at him to get down, and he was hurrying as fast as he could like he knew he was in trouble!  (Of course I had to get a picture!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjAQs6sLI/AAAAAAAABRU/bFV0pqNxweU/s1600-h/Easter+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327937584057987250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjAQs6sLI/AAAAAAAABRU/bFV0pqNxweU/s320/Easter+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing could pull this kid away from that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' Pond! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjAN18RBI/AAAAAAAABRM/BUOQXcnp1LA/s1600-h/Easter+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327937583290532882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCjAN18RBI/AAAAAAAABRM/BUOQXcnp1LA/s320/Easter+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was in Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCi_tVSSQI/AAAAAAAABRE/RWb42mqQCs4/s1600-h/Easter+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327937574563629314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCi_tVSSQI/AAAAAAAABRE/RWb42mqQCs4/s320/Easter+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of Course we had to go on Four Wheel ride!  Someone starts one of these suckers up, and it doesn't matter where my boys are, or what they are doing, they drop it and come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;runnin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After our Easter Lunch, we headed over to my mom &amp;amp; dad's house for a yummy turkey dinner!  They had another little egg hunt, jumped on the tramp, and we played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; all afternoon.  Even though this Easter was totally different, it was a total blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCi_UwQgOI/AAAAAAAABQ8/BJ9qMu4tNPA/s1600-h/Easter+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327937567965872354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCi_UwQgOI/AAAAAAAABQ8/BJ9qMu4tNPA/s320/Easter+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor kid played so hard he just wore himself right out!  He was playing, and all the sudden just went to sleep on top of this metal box!  It was so funny I just had to take a picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you everyone for such a fun Easter!  We love all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-5276918300501870486?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/5276918300501870486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=5276918300501870486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5276918300501870486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5276918300501870486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SfCkI0Amt-I/AAAAAAAABS0/fN0ywc6LN9Q/s72-c/Easter+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-7013436727988899323</id><published>2009-04-10T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:59:16.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bo's Surgery Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday April 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we headed to Primary Children's Hospital for Bo's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hydrocele&lt;/span&gt;/Hernia Surgery.  It wasn't a huge deal, the surgery was about an hour long, they just had to stitch up his hernia, and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hydrocele&lt;/span&gt;, but to me it was a major deal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hydrocele's&lt;/span&gt; are really common, 90% of all boys get them without parents ever knowing because they heal themselves before they realize something is going on.  Bo's didn't heal on it's own. On top of that, he had a little hernia that needed a stitch or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo couldn't eat anything but clear liquids after Midnight on Monday, and after 10:30 am on Tuesday he couldn't have anything in his mouth!  We had to be to the hospital at 12:00.  I was a nervous wreck all morning trying to get ready to go.  Finally, we got in the car and started for the hospital.  I wasn't paying attention to my speed, and I guess I got going a little fast, and of course, I got pulled over!  Yes, I got a ticket!  LAME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9WmkHONII/AAAAAAAABPc/attsztjGmPM/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Surgery+226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323068505104200834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9WmkHONII/AAAAAAAABPc/attsztjGmPM/s320/Bo%27s+Surgery+226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, we got to the hospital, and got all checked in.  Here is Bo waiting for more instructions.  He was such a good boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9WnJtY49I/AAAAAAAABPk/nYTGDwaSJc8/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Surgery+229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323068515196396498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9WnJtY49I/AAAAAAAABPk/nYTGDwaSJc8/s320/Bo%27s+Surgery+229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They gave us his little hospital scrubs to put him in, and I don't know why, but this little picture just broke my heart!  I didn't like seeing my baby dressed for surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9Wn8tSFHI/AAAAAAAABP8/ANjzkeSu1oY/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Surgery+232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323068528886158450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9Wn8tSFHI/AAAAAAAABP8/ANjzkeSu1oY/s320/Bo%27s+Surgery+232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am pretty sure, Bo didn't mind at all!  However, we couldn't just go to the hospital and have our surgery, Bo had to break out in this funky rash the week before.  I took him to our pediatrician twice before his surgery, and no one could tell me what it was.  So, when we got to the hospital, it was a freak show.  EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE had to come see this strange rash.  It is just on his right side, it's not affecting him at all, but it looks horrible!  We had the Dr. come look, the anesthesiologist, the nurses, other Dr., pediatric specialists, etc.  And, to make things worse, because they couldn't tell what the rash was, they quarantined us in our little room.  We couldn't go wait in the waiting room with the other kids and all the toys!  I was nervous Bo would freak out, but he did really well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9X2dhAJUI/AAAAAAAABQc/h0nA09CTKLY/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Surgery+235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323069877722817858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9X2dhAJUI/AAAAAAAABQc/h0nA09CTKLY/s320/Bo%27s+Surgery+235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He really hated the little bracelet thing that tagged him with his information, so the nurse came in and cut it off of him and put this clear sticker thing on his back with all his info. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9X1zSeQ-I/AAAAAAAABQU/kwjV7vckZKE/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Surgery+233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323069866387588066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9X1zSeQ-I/AAAAAAAABQU/kwjV7vckZKE/s320/Bo%27s+Surgery+233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't really see it, but it looks like his name and birthday is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tattooed&lt;/span&gt; on his back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9WnZ0hHTI/AAAAAAAABPs/B5eISNI4LLs/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Surgery+230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323068519521262898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9WnZ0hHTI/AAAAAAAABPs/B5eISNI4LLs/s320/Bo%27s+Surgery+230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We waited for 2 1/2 hours in that little room for his turn.  Since Bo couldn't eat, I couldn't eat, and let me tell you, by 2:30, we were all starving!  But he didn't have one meltdown!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, it was time for his surgery.  The nurse came in and gave him a sedative to help relax him so he would go with the Dr. without crying.  I wish they would have given me one!  I lost it!  I made them promise me they would take good care of my baby, and then I just stood in the hall crying after they took him away.  Not just crying, sobbing!  That was the worst feeling I have ever felt in my entire life, and I hope I don't ever have to feel that way again.  It took me forever to get my composure.  I'm sure the other parents probably thought my child was terminal, and going in for a life or death surgery!  If they had only known what we were really there for, they would have thought I was a freak!  Well, the surgery went great, no problems, my boy is all fixed, and he did fantastic!  He's been a little sore, but for the most part he's been such a trooper!  I am so glad that is over and behind us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9X4GsBRbI/AAAAAAAABQ0/mw0ApChWOGc/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Surgery+238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323069905954751922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9X4GsBRbI/AAAAAAAABQ0/mw0ApChWOGc/s320/Bo%27s+Surgery+238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my little champ after his surgery.  A little sad, but after the slushy and some crackers he was ready to go!  I love you Bo Baby!!&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/5225932747277225757-7013436727988899323?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/7013436727988899323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=7013436727988899323&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7013436727988899323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7013436727988899323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/04/bos-surgery-day.html' title='Bo&apos;s Surgery Day'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/Sd9WmkHONII/AAAAAAAABPc/attsztjGmPM/s72-c/Bo%27s+Surgery+226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-5718944483516633307</id><published>2009-03-18T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:55:24.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not be able to stop crying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, any girl knows that these days a straightener is a "must" in the beauty supplies.  I have had one now for about 6 years.  It finally kicked it.  I have been without said straightener now for about 4 months.  (I have been sharing with my mother which is a little hard to do when you live in different houses.)  The reason I have gone so long without one is because I was waiting for the 50% off sale at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maley's&lt;/span&gt;.  It finally came, I went, I bought my shiny new working straightener and I brought it home.  I was so excited to use it, I went to do my hair, and my trusty old Blow dryer decided to kick it.  So, off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart!  So, Finally, I have a new straightener and new blow dryer, great hair was within my grasp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight after Cory got home we were trying to have a little alone time to catch up with each other and just have a moment of no kids.  We thought they were in our room watching a movie.  It was quiet, always a bad sign, so Cory went back to see what they were doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were both SOAKING WET, the bathroom was flooded, the counter was flooded, and yes.  My new Hair Tools were ruined!  Cory actually Dumped water out of my blow dryer!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not know when the crying is going to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-5718944483516633307?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/5718944483516633307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=5718944483516633307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5718944483516633307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5718944483516633307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-may-not-be-able-to-stop-crying.html' title='I may not be able to stop crying...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3582401192670649719</id><published>2009-02-19T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:51:41.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas... Yep, Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't believe I am posting about Christmas in February, but better late than never!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went over to Cory's parents house for Christmas this year.  Santa left the boys their presents over there, so we just woke them up, and headed out for the day!  What a blast! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2YGiwss_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/qJNxkXvuxsM/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304563174290011122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2YGiwss_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/qJNxkXvuxsM/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't know if Bo would really like Christmas this year, but holy cow, I was WRONG! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo got "Elmo Live" and when he opened it, he just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squealed&lt;/span&gt;!  He was so excited he couldn't even believe his luck!  He just loved it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2Xoe3dD8I/AAAAAAAABPI/HIshWECgmFs/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304562657848528834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2Xoe3dD8I/AAAAAAAABPI/HIshWECgmFs/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tried to wait patiently for his dad to get him out of the box, but those dang toys wire those suckers in there, so it took a minute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XnyYAb8I/AAAAAAAABO4/EQNy3WNCIbc/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304562645905469378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XnyYAb8I/AAAAAAAABO4/EQNy3WNCIbc/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But while he was waiting he kept pushing the button to make it work, and I'm pretty sure this face says it all!  Look at that happy kid!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XnjxWvRI/AAAAAAAABOw/hkal003_ktA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304562641985256722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XnjxWvRI/AAAAAAAABOw/hkal003_ktA/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our Cody is NOT a morning person at all, (I wonder who he gets that from!), so it took him a second to wake up and realize what was going on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304562628691559730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XmyP5BTI/AAAAAAAABOo/RHat3qCzmDc/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He got a Barn, and some animals.  Being the animal lover that he is, this was the PERFECT gift for him.  He opened his barn animals, and just liked to look at them for a minute.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XGtQH6jI/AAAAAAAABOg/htrVxeRRBvA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304562077594544690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XGtQH6jI/AAAAAAAABOg/htrVxeRRBvA/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he wanted to take them out of the box.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XGbEfYqI/AAAAAAAABOY/p_MMLe_ouEY/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304562072713912994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XGbEfYqI/AAAAAAAABOY/p_MMLe_ouEY/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He waited for dad to once again get those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' toys out of the boxes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XGCpwEMI/AAAAAAAABOQ/7QPX7Awl85U/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304562066159308994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XGCpwEMI/AAAAAAAABOQ/7QPX7Awl85U/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is him "smiling" for the camera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XF9JnDqI/AAAAAAAABOI/MS97In0xJtA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304562064682323618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XF9JnDqI/AAAAAAAABOI/MS97In0xJtA/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, they got everything out of the packages, and Cody was in HEAVEN!!  He and his dad went over to the landing, and began to set up his "Farm".  He had everything in it's place, and all the animals grouped together by what they were, and he could have cared less if the world had folded up around him, he was in his happy place.  He played there for hours!  I must say, Santa hit the nail on the head this year!!  He had two very satisfied customers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XFuG8N-I/AAAAAAAABOA/Y4XXUhBNKNw/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304562060644595682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2XFuG8N-I/AAAAAAAABOA/Y4XXUhBNKNw/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at this!  He was so worn out from all the excitement, he just fell asleep in the middle of the floor, holding on to one of his toys!  What a great Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3582401192670649719?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3582401192670649719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3582401192670649719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3582401192670649719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3582401192670649719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas-yep-christmas.html' title='Christmas... Yep, Christmas!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SZ2YGiwss_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/qJNxkXvuxsM/s72-c/Christmas+Pictures+2008+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-586093149272476530</id><published>2009-02-02T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:34:49.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy LOvE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cory &amp;amp; Cody went outside today to enjoy the nice weather and to get a little puppy time in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3P3L6KkI/AAAAAAAABNg/vYN1ncco9eg/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404969764497986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3P3L6KkI/AAAAAAAABNg/vYN1ncco9eg/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This boy is in Puppy Heaven!! 7 Pups to do his bidding and play with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3PklnapI/AAAAAAAABNU/YsrdfSOptMs/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404964772047506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3PklnapI/AAAAAAAABNU/YsrdfSOptMs/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He let them all out of there play pen, and got them all to chase him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3PR8v0DI/AAAAAAAABNI/f3cO3vu9Mv4/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404959768793138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3PR8v0DI/AAAAAAAABNI/f3cO3vu9Mv4/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chased him all over the yard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3PKq-V0I/AAAAAAAABM8/75yJP-tDo20/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404957815199554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3PKq-V0I/AAAAAAAABM8/75yJP-tDo20/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, then he was pooped and had to take a breather with grandpa on the back porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2wBPgNHI/AAAAAAAABM0/TxNT_-LeWDQ/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404422708114546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2wBPgNHI/AAAAAAAABM0/TxNT_-LeWDQ/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then he was up for some rough housing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pups climbing all over him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2vv0hd3I/AAAAAAAABMs/uXifo7Nph7Q/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404418031548274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2vv0hd3I/AAAAAAAABMs/uXifo7Nph7Q/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't even bother him that he has seven slobbery dogs climbing all over him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2vPCY_ZI/AAAAAAAABMk/GS6XPK2wzEM/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404409231342994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2vPCY_ZI/AAAAAAAABMk/GS6XPK2wzEM/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Usually when he gets the pups out, he takes them over to the lawn and tries to line them all up so he can read to them. He gets so mad when they won't stay in line and look at his book!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2u21_SwI/AAAAAAAABMc/p0Ct7WTbtFI/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404402736876290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2u21_SwI/AAAAAAAABMc/p0Ct7WTbtFI/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think he may have given up on trying to keep them in order, he just likes them to maul him to death! Look at those puppy kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2um0lsGI/AAAAAAAABMU/0Xt1Nl-B6OU/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404398436036706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe2um0lsGI/AAAAAAAABMU/0Xt1Nl-B6OU/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time to go to work!! It's time to get down to business. Cody pulls out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raccoon&lt;/span&gt; hide, and takes it over to the puppies, I guess it was time to work his pups the way he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sees&lt;/span&gt; his dad work the big dogs! He wants to be just like him! It's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe6Q4WLmkI/AAAAAAAABN4/JllqrN9Cuak/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298408285790771778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe6Q4WLmkI/AAAAAAAABN4/JllqrN9Cuak/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the dogs with the most potential apparently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3QH1d9sI/AAAAAAAABNs/4ZoY6NDQ83M/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404974233777858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3QH1d9sI/AAAAAAAABNs/4ZoY6NDQ83M/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after a big "Father/Son" day, they both fall sound asleep right in the middle of the floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-586093149272476530?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/586093149272476530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=586093149272476530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/586093149272476530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/586093149272476530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/02/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy LOvE!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe3P3L6KkI/AAAAAAAABNg/vYN1ncco9eg/s72-c/Cody+with+Puppies+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-4398711199393126290</id><published>2009-02-02T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:12:10.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsin' Around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;My animal Lover at it again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just some fun pictures of Cody lovin' his horses!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe1WwV7A-I/AAAAAAAABMM/pGQu06iBluw/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402889163277282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe1WwV7A-I/AAAAAAAABMM/pGQu06iBluw/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Calling in the horses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe1WtTywsI/AAAAAAAABME/wjbnGNnqeiQ/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402888349041346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe1WtTywsI/AAAAAAAABME/wjbnGNnqeiQ/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited that they came when he called them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe1WjDxwVI/AAAAAAAABL8/XacZkXU1K0Q/s1600-h/Cody+with+Puppies+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402885597512018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe1WjDxwVI/AAAAAAAABL8/XacZkXU1K0Q/s320/Cody+with+Puppies+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Given' em a "Good Boy!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-4398711199393126290?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/4398711199393126290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=4398711199393126290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4398711199393126290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4398711199393126290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/02/horsin-around.html' title='Horsin&apos; Around...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SYe1WwV7A-I/AAAAAAAABMM/pGQu06iBluw/s72-c/Cody+with+Puppies+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-7138189046243676214</id><published>2009-01-17T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:20:49.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull my Finger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great!  I'm going about my morning as usual, when Cody comes up to me and points his finger in my face and says "one two three, Go" and I look at him, so he jabs his finger at me again, so I grab it, and what happens...  He farts!  Yep, my two year old has learned the art of "pull my finger!"  Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Cor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-7138189046243676214?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/7138189046243676214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=7138189046243676214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7138189046243676214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7138189046243676214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/01/pull-my-finger.html' title='Pull my Finger!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-7390779999915129056</id><published>2009-01-15T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:05:08.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;For my birthday, my mom surprised me with a visit from Santa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Santa came right to our front door and came in with presents for the kids!  It was so fun!  Well, fun for most of us...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo likes Santa, or he doesn't NOT like him, but Cody is a different story!  Here is Bo smiling at Santa and trying to figure out what is going on, but if you look to the left, you can see Cody hiding behind the couch!  He is Terrified of the man in the big red suit!  He hates him!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291564275461967858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9prDEOz_I/AAAAAAAABLs/4TsY417sUGw/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pqelb8bI/AAAAAAAABLk/4hwgoA103Bg/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291564265669128626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pqelb8bI/AAAAAAAABLk/4hwgoA103Bg/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took the plug out of Bo's mouth to get a good picture, I guess I should have left it in!  (Cody is still hiding!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pQsSsB8I/AAAAAAAABLc/3He0VtUdA3Q/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291563822671988674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pQsSsB8I/AAAAAAAABLc/3He0VtUdA3Q/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried to pick up Cody on my lap and show him how nice Santa is, and Santa gave him his present to help show how great he is, but Cody was hysterical!  He wanted nothing to do with him, and now I may have traumatized my child!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pP8QdPmI/AAAAAAAABLM/bVNMpnjzjMU/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291563809777729122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pP8QdPmI/AAAAAAAABLM/bVNMpnjzjMU/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our feeble attempt at a picture to make it look like everything Okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pPnovhSI/AAAAAAAABLE/ELQFzFRUhBM/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291563804242445602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pPnovhSI/AAAAAAAABLE/ELQFzFRUhBM/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute Santa!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pPM1FK3I/AAAAAAAABK8/_EAoZhCDY8k/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291563797046438770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9pPM1FK3I/AAAAAAAABK8/_EAoZhCDY8k/s320/Christmas+Pictures+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa was so great and we had so much fun with him at my birthday party!  (At this point Cody was curled up behind the chair hiding his eyes trying to make Santa go away!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks mom for my birthday surprise!!  It was AWESOME!  I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-7390779999915129056?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/7390779999915129056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=7390779999915129056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7390779999915129056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7390779999915129056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/01/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SW9prDEOz_I/AAAAAAAABLs/4TsY417sUGw/s72-c/Christmas+Pictures+2008+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-4949563665847461708</id><published>2009-01-14T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:45:17.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huntsman's bring in 2009 Redneck Style!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, 2009 started off with a bang!  We went to Bear Lake for New Year's, and it was awesome (I'll post my pictures on that later) But when we got back, all hell broke loose!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a neighbor kid take care of all our animals when we're gone, and he does a great job, however, he left the barn door open and our Well froze!  For you city folk that don't realize how easy you have it being on city water and all, us Country bumpkins are still on wells, and propane tanks!  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; not that bad, but when your well freezes up, your screwed!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got home late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night, so we just went to bed.  In the middle of the night Cory says to me "Crap, I think we're out of propane!"  Great!  Our propane gives heat, and heats our water!  So that seemed bad enough, but then I get up Sunday morning, and NO WATER!  The well was frozen and we ran out of propane!  Cory had to get a bunch of heaters to put around the well to thaw it out, and we called the propane company to come out and fill us up!  So, I bundled up the kids and of to the parents houses we went!  We spent the first couple nights at my parents house, and then we shifted and spend a couple nights at Cory's parents.  THANK YOU for taking us in!!!  We owe both of you more than we can say!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As if that weren't bad enough, once we finally got back into our home, it was time for Cory's birthday!  The big 3-0!!  We decided to head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wendover&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate!  My mom &amp;amp; dad took our boys for us, and they just didn't know what they were getting into!  We had a blast, but it was short lived....  We walked in the door from our over-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt;, and Bo was so, so sick!  My mom had been up with him all night because he had such a bad fever and he couldn't get comfortable, so I just put him in the car and took him to the doctor thinking it was probably an ear ache or something.  I took him to a HORRIBLE doctor that didn't pay any attention to my questions, and after looking in Bo's ears declared that he just had a virus and it should go away in a couple of days, good bye!  What?!?  So home again I went with my sick baby only to have him so miserable and trying so hard to keep his fever down.  Then on Monday it looked like he was getting better... Nope!  No such luck!  I went to change his diaper and something looked a little odd.  His scrotum was all swollen.  Just a little puffy.  I made Cory come look and he said it looked a little swollen but it was probably nothing but we would watch it.  Yeah, three hours later, is right testicle was swollen to like 4 times the size of his other one!  Something was definitely wrong!!  So back to the doctor we went!  (this time back to my normal pediatrician whom I love)  He took his time examining my baby, answered all my questions, and then scheduled an ultra-sound to see what exactly is going on.  We just got home from his ultra sound and are anxiously awaiting the doctor to call and tell us what is going on.  I have been told not to panic.  It is nothing life threatening, it is most likely a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hydro seal&lt;/span&gt;, or a hernia.  He may, or may not need surgery, but at least I have an idea of what I'm dealing with!  Poor little sick kid!  So, so far, 2009 is turning out to be a real bang up year!!  All I can say, is after January, I am declaring the Huntsman's safe from anymore problems!  We have had our turn, and the rest of the year is going to run smooth!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-4949563665847461708?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/4949563665847461708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=4949563665847461708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4949563665847461708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4949563665847461708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/01/huntsmans-bring-in-2009-redneck-style.html' title='Huntsman&apos;s bring in 2009 Redneck Style!!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2929172413961955268</id><published>2009-01-13T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:56:24.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Annual Weston Family Christmas Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas is hands down my FAVORITE holiday!  I love everything about it!  This year was the first year in my entire life that we didn't have our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loveday&lt;/span&gt;" Family Christmas party.  My Grandma and her three sisters, and one brother started this tradition when my mom's siblings were just babies, so it's been going on for a long time, but with the passing of my grandma's brother, that family stopped coming, and then slowly, the party has become more work than fun, and after my own sweet grandma passed away, it seemed like all the fun went out of it, and it became so sad to go.  This year, with all that was going on, the entire family decided that it was just time for families to go there own ways and start there own traditions.  It was a little sad, and I will always remember all the great times we had at our parties, but we were all ready to move on!  So, that being said, I couldn't stand to think that we wouldn't have a family Christmas party for Christmas!  (Christmas Eve, and Christmas don't count!) So, I started a Weston's Family Christmas Party of my own, with the full intention that it will become what my Grandma and her siblings started so many years ago!  I must say, we didn't do too bad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We kicked off Christmas by having our Christmas party the first weekend in December.  Rob, Heather, &amp;amp; Karlee came to town, so we had our entire family there.  We had great food, and we had a great gift exchange!  We set a limit of $10 bucks for gifts, and even though that may sound cheap, it was AWESOME!  Because the limit was so low, everyone had to THINK really hard about what they were going to get!  So, our gifts we gave each other were so full of meaning, and totally perfect for the person we gave to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SWztNNvRRYI/AAAAAAAABKc/xW4--qA_NIo/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290864473535497602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SWztNNvRRYI/AAAAAAAABKc/xW4--qA_NIo/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course we couldn't leave out the little kiddies.  They got gifts from Santa, and Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa gave them all some Christmas Pajamas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SWztOjg4c8I/AAAAAAAABK0/ic4wpOea90w/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290864496560600002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SWztOjg4c8I/AAAAAAAABK0/ic4wpOea90w/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can see, Cody was having a blast, but Karlee is wondering what the crap he's so excited about, and Bo is just being is sweet little self!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SWztOIm_OCI/AAAAAAAABKs/fQxXq-T5h_w/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290864489338452002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SWztOIm_OCI/AAAAAAAABKs/fQxXq-T5h_w/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma wanted a picture of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; for the family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; card, so we tried...  Some turned out pretty good, but trying to get three little kids to hold still and all smile at the same time is a little bit of a challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, we had a successful Christmas party, and I can't wait for next year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-2929172413961955268?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/2929172413961955268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=2929172413961955268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2929172413961955268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2929172413961955268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-annual-weston-family-christmas.html' title='1st Annual Weston Family Christmas Party!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SWztNNvRRYI/AAAAAAAABKc/xW4--qA_NIo/s72-c/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3327716858386846694</id><published>2008-12-22T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:54:02.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Redneck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, so my boys HATE being inside!  They literally hang on the back door begging to go outside.  If anyone comes over to our house in the winter time, my boys will latch on and won't let go until they get to go with whoever it is that came to visit.  So, the other day, I had a million things I needed to do, and my boys wouldn't leave me alone.  They wanted to play, and normally I'm all for playing now, and working later, but I had hit my breaking point!  My house was a disaster, and my laundry was a mountain I couldn't ignore any longer.  So, what do you do with two little boys that needed to be entertained?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Put them in the SINK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_eC4OJEBI/AAAAAAAABKE/H6kVu9ZjdPE/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282685028961685522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_eC4OJEBI/AAAAAAAABKE/H6kVu9ZjdPE/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Both of my boys are water dogs.  Why not put them in tub you ask?  Because I didn't have the time to sit with them and watch them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I started with Bo, to see if he would enjoy it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_eCn-mylI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0qEXLDOl6T4/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282685024601557586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_eCn-mylI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0qEXLDOl6T4/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's safe to say, he was having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dYl4qT8I/AAAAAAAABJ0/iUDyuhYF0IA/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282684302485245890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dYl4qT8I/AAAAAAAABJ0/iUDyuhYF0IA/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He thought it was the greatest thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dYEKFeeI/AAAAAAAABJs/Uzx2VjC9hdI/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282684293431523810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dYEKFeeI/AAAAAAAABJs/Uzx2VjC9hdI/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The big brother couldn't be left out!  So I put him on up there too.  However, he didn't fit as easily as Bo!  Look at that monster in my tiny sink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dXuSLY5I/AAAAAAAABJk/IdDhFAxHQNg/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282684287559885714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dXuSLY5I/AAAAAAAABJk/IdDhFAxHQNg/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He didn't care!  However, I did have to grab him right after this picture, because he was getting ready to pee on his brother!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dXZdpKPI/AAAAAAAABJc/LARTNP2NXWE/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282684281970829554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dXZdpKPI/AAAAAAAABJc/LARTNP2NXWE/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made it to the bathroom, and then went back to sink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dW4GKrTI/AAAAAAAABJU/6CijfEo2pJ0/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282684273013992754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_dW4GKrTI/AAAAAAAABJU/6CijfEo2pJ0/s320/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These two played in the sink for a good 45 minutes!  I am not joking!  I got so much done, and since I could see what they were doing the whole time, it was a win win!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If that isn't redneck, I don't know what is!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3327716858386846694?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3327716858386846694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3327716858386846694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3327716858386846694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3327716858386846694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/12/confessions-of-redneck.html' title='Confessions of a Redneck...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU_eC4OJEBI/AAAAAAAABKE/H6kVu9ZjdPE/s72-c/Christmas+Party+12-05-08+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-4085637398868070933</id><published>2008-12-19T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:21:44.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Child!  Mommy's Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boys hair was looking a little shaggy, so I thought to myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. "I think I'll cut my boy's hair today, so they look great for Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUwRtlPZUwI/AAAAAAAABIo/QFYgabxzArs/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Haircut+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281615937787220738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUwRtlPZUwI/AAAAAAAABIo/QFYgabxzArs/s320/Bo%27s+Haircut+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right after the buzz... Poor Kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUwRuDugLOI/AAAAAAAABIw/O_IFogcARuo/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Haircut+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281615945970756834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUwRuDugLOI/AAAAAAAABIw/O_IFogcARuo/s320/Bo%27s+Haircut+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I put some Gel in it, to try and make it better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooo NOT recommended!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Cody took one look at his brother, and just looked at me like "Oh Hell No!" So, son one still has all his hair! I'm sorry Bo Daniel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-4085637398868070933?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/4085637398868070933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=4085637398868070933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4085637398868070933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4085637398868070933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/12/poor-child-mommies-sorry.html' title='Poor Child!  Mommy&apos;s Sorry!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUwRtlPZUwI/AAAAAAAABIo/QFYgabxzArs/s72-c/Bo%27s+Haircut+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3496925376512335623</id><published>2008-12-18T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:13:35.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Lenny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Hound Dog Badger just had her pups!  We realized she was knocked up like two weeks ago, so this went pretty quick for us.  We were trying to guess when the puppies would come, (well Cory tried to guess, I know nothing about this puppy business!)  He figured pretty close, because when he went out there yesterday to move her to a barn to have her pups, she had already had two of them!  One didn't make it, he froze in the snow, but we got her in our house just in time for the rest to come!  It was the coolest thing to see!  I've never seen a dog have puppies before, so it was a new experience for me!  She must be a pretty tough dog, because she dropped 8 of those little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puppies&lt;/span&gt; with out any drugs, and she didn't even make a sound!  While we were watching, Cory and I were talking to each other, and then we looked back at her, and there was another one!  It was so funny!  Cody was so excited, and it took everything we had to distract him from going in and bugging her.  We would let him in once in a while, until the mom started getting nervous (easy to do with Cody around) and then we would make him leave for a little while again.  We had to set up barricades to block the puppies from Cody.  He tries to be gentle, he just isn't!  Cory's new nickname for him is "Lenny", and it fits perfectly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUsAiZLkldI/AAAAAAAABII/Rz3_RpBXWXU/s1600-h/New+Puppies+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281315578897012178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUsAiZLkldI/AAAAAAAABII/Rz3_RpBXWXU/s320/New+Puppies+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's the mom trying to get situated in her bed, and trying not to smother any of her pups!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUsAjiRgLpI/AAAAAAAABIg/C-ZZdfgHwqY/s1600-h/New+Puppies+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281315598517677714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUsAjiRgLpI/AAAAAAAABIg/C-ZZdfgHwqY/s320/New+Puppies+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We lured Badger away from her pups with some food so we could get a count. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUsAjZnEHuI/AAAAAAAABIY/Rkr6uTuOxPM/s1600-h/New+Puppies+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281315596192194274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUsAjZnEHuI/AAAAAAAABIY/Rkr6uTuOxPM/s320/New+Puppies+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Cody on one of the occasions he is allowed to hold one of the pups.  He is so excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUsAi5Ce7KI/AAAAAAAABIQ/1Pxf3ZJFyLg/s1600-h/New+Puppies+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281315587448827042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUsAi5Ce7KI/AAAAAAAABIQ/1Pxf3ZJFyLg/s320/New+Puppies+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One second after this picture was taken, we told Cody to put the puppy down, and he chucked it! Hence the name "Lenny!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3496925376512335623?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3496925376512335623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3496925376512335623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3496925376512335623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3496925376512335623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/12/easy-lenny.html' title='Easy Lenny!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUsAiZLkldI/AAAAAAAABII/Rz3_RpBXWXU/s72-c/New+Puppies+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-409815090578035676</id><published>2008-12-17T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:02:52.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst Nightmare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am the WORST mother EVER!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last night, I put the kids to bed; Cody in his bed, Bo in his crib, and me in my bed.  Well, around 12:30, we decided to play "Musical Beds".  Cody came in and got in my bed, which is fine, no big deal (Cory wasn't home).  However, a little while later, Bo started crying, so I went to see what was wrong with him.  I couldn't get him to calm down, so I picked him up and rocked him for a little bit, but every time I tried to lay him back down in his crib, he would cry!  I was so tired, I just wanted sleep, so I took him into Cody's room (since Cody was sprawled out on my bed), and got in bed with Bo.  He fell asleep, and I fell asleep.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am a light sleeper!  I wake up at the tiniest noise!  I still can't get over this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was sleeping, and all the sudden I can hear this crying!  It was hysterical, and scared, and it scared me to death!  I flew out of bed and instantly went to check on Cody.  He wasn't in my bed!  I could hear him crying, but I couldn't find him!  My heart was racing, but I was disoriented, (it was 3:00 in the morning!).  Finally, I ran past the back door, and there it was, WIDE OPEN!!  My heart sank!  I looked out, and there is Cody, standing on the other side of the car crying like he was terrified, and in pain!!  I flew out there and grabbed him up.  Oh my heck, I will never get that image out of my head!  He was FREEZING!  And shaking so bad!  I guess he just woke up in the night, and I wasn't there, and he always knows to come find me in my bed, but he was in my bed, and I wasn't there.  I guess he thought I might be out in the car!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Poor little guy.  I snatched him up and ran back in the house with him.  I think he must have slipped in the snow because he had snow all over the side of him and his hands and face were freezing.  I tore off his clothes and jumped under the covers with him to try and warm him up!  It was the saddest crying I have ever heard.  Scared, hurt, freezing.... it took a while to warm him up, and calm him down but all I could do was hold him, and he made me put my arms around him, and every time I loosened my hold on him, he would squeeze my arms back tight around him.  I just held him and cried!  How could I let this happen!?  I left car doors open, all night.  I couldn't think of anything but getting him warm and safe again!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been pretty shaken up this morning thinking of all the things that could have happened.  I have been up all night the last two nights because my boys and I have had the flu, so I was exhausted, but I can't believe I didn't wake up!  I have no idea how long he was up, or how long he was outside, I just know I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to my Father in Heaven for not letting anything happen to my little boy!  My heart is so full of gratitude that as bad as this was for me, Cody is inside safe and happy eating a waffle for breakfast when it could have been so much worse!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUkrV5TrVeI/AAAAAAAABH4/PdH3kdx_LTk/s1600-h/Cody%27s+Escape+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280799693229217250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUkrV5TrVeI/AAAAAAAABH4/PdH3kdx_LTk/s320/Cody%27s+Escape+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are his little footprints in the snow walking out to check in the car for me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUkrVgoa2UI/AAAAAAAABHw/sCTfL5m2ipU/s1600-h/Cody%27s+Escape+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280799686605330754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUkrVgoa2UI/AAAAAAAABHw/sCTfL5m2ipU/s320/Cody%27s+Escape+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Just so you know, the door was locked, the bolt and the knob!  Cody just knows how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;lock the door!  We are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Home Depot&lt;/span&gt; today to buy chains to put at the top of the door!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-409815090578035676?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/409815090578035676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=409815090578035676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/409815090578035676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/409815090578035676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-worst-nightmare.html' title='My worst Nightmare!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUkrV5TrVeI/AAAAAAAABH4/PdH3kdx_LTk/s72-c/Cody%27s+Escape+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-472100291751399925</id><published>2008-12-15T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:49:05.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' his Pappa Proud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing makes Cory happier than being out with his dogs and his boys. Unless, it's seeing his boy pick up dog training like a natural! Much to my dismay (honestly, why can't my boys like golf, or something clean that we don't have to feed!) all of my boys Love Love Love these hound dogs! The other day Cory was getting ready to take his hounds out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;riggin&lt;/span&gt;' and while he was getting everything gathered up, Cody took Seven and started training her exactly like Cory does! It was hilarious! He would lead her out, and then tell her to "Come", he would tell her "Good Boy" (even though she's a girl) and he made her go all over the place right by his side! Cory came in to get me to come see what his son was doing, and I'm not kidding the guy was Beaming!! I think it might be his proudest dad moment to date...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUaxbsTfoRI/AAAAAAAABHA/9LKPiKhrLT4/s1600-h/horse+riding+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280102702445994258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUaxbsTfoRI/AAAAAAAABHA/9LKPiKhrLT4/s320/horse+riding+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody leading her along, and telling her to "come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUaxdM4vdgI/AAAAAAAABHY/o3AhxDlWeKE/s1600-h/horse+riding+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280102728372024834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUaxdM4vdgI/AAAAAAAABHY/o3AhxDlWeKE/s320/horse+riding+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He's laughing because she came when he told her to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUaxcdf9d2I/AAAAAAAABHQ/uGALGWVHzis/s1600-h/horse+riding+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280102715651618658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUaxcdf9d2I/AAAAAAAABHQ/uGALGWVHzis/s320/horse+riding+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody saying "Good Boy!" because she did what he wanted her to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUaxcJuLUAI/AAAAAAAABHI/rQc7RWEG6r8/s1600-h/horse+riding+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280102710342537218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUaxcJuLUAI/AAAAAAAABHI/rQc7RWEG6r8/s320/horse+riding+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He's taking her over to the truck to load 'em up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They took the dogs out, and both came back so excited because the dogs had done so well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUazVW07fPI/AAAAAAAABHo/A-eW6aU4ZEM/s1600-h/horse+riding+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280104792624692466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUazVW07fPI/AAAAAAAABHo/A-eW6aU4ZEM/s320/horse+riding+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, after his big day he was completely tuckered out!  I think he fell asleep before he even got his dinner!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-472100291751399925?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/472100291751399925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=472100291751399925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/472100291751399925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/472100291751399925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/12/makin-his-pappa-proud.html' title='Makin&apos; his Pappa Proud!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SUaxbsTfoRI/AAAAAAAABHA/9LKPiKhrLT4/s72-c/horse+riding+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-322885544250363261</id><published>2008-12-14T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:16:11.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crap!  'Tis the Season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody and Bo have the flu!  I have cleaned up puke I don't know how many times.  I have showered I don't know how many times.  I have bathed both boys I don't know how many times.  That smell just doesn't go away!  And now, I am not feeling so hot myself!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-322885544250363261?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/322885544250363261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=322885544250363261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/322885544250363261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/322885544250363261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-crap-tis-season.html' title='Oh Crap!  &apos;Tis the Season!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-1541302552287251140</id><published>2008-12-12T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:18:48.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a FIASCO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay!  So, after much deliberation, and a few frantic calls from some family members, I have once again decided to change my mind!  Going private seems to defeat the purpose of having my blog in the first place, and almost caused my 90 year old grandmother a heart attack!  (Sorry!)  So, we are NOT going private!  We are staying here, for all the world to see!  I am sorry for all the bouncing, but I am finally ready to proceed as if nothing changed at all!!  Thanks everyone!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-1541302552287251140?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/1541302552287251140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=1541302552287251140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/1541302552287251140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/1541302552287251140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/12/such-fiasco.html' title='Such a FIASCO!!!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2882526330959643318</id><published>2008-11-05T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:23:30.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I guess it's that time!  With all the stuff on the news, and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; things that have been happening in the blogging world, it's time for us to take this to just the people we know!  I would love to let anyone and everyone that wants to keep visiting our blog, do just that, but I need to know who you are!  You know the drill!  I'll wait a week or two, and then it's by invitation only!!  Thanks for everything!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-2882526330959643318?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/2882526330959643318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=2882526330959643318&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2882526330959643318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2882526330959643318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-private.html' title='Going Private!!!!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-8420636341955937372</id><published>2008-11-04T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:45:49.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Very Cute Cowboy, and One Very Scary Pirate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had so much fun this Halloween! My kids make every holiday more fun, but since I'm not a huge Halloween fan, I was surprised by how much fun we had this year! We hit the Trunk-or-Treat at the Erda Drive In first. The people that own the Drive in let everyone in Erda come every Halloween. There is a costume contest, and contest for the "Best Trunk". All the kids wear their costumes, there is a costume parade, and then the kids are set loose to trick or treat. They serve Hot Dogs and Hamburgers, and when the trick or treating is done, everyone climbs in their cars, we get to watch a movie! I lost my camera for a short period of time, so I didn't get any pictures of Trunk or Treat! Bummer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;However! I did get pictures of Halloween! Cody dressed up as a pirate, and Bo was an oh-so-cute Cowboy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDkSFMPu0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Q-Lgi1QBahA/s1600-h/Costumes+11.3.08+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264958963678427970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDkSFMPu0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Q-Lgi1QBahA/s320/Costumes+11.3.08+159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDkRw96_6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/aX83oJSeaLo/s1600-h/Costumes+11.3.08+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264958958249639842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDkRw96_6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/aX83oJSeaLo/s320/Costumes+11.3.08+158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory did their make-up! Way to go dad! (He thought my mustache's weren't manly enough!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDkS5axN8I/AAAAAAAAA8g/Cc_Q0wWPCSc/s1600-h/Costumes+11.3.08+165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264958977697986498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDkS5axN8I/AAAAAAAAA8g/Cc_Q0wWPCSc/s320/Costumes+11.3.08+165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody had to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jumpin&lt;/span&gt; in before the trick-or-treating...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDkSgZB1II/AAAAAAAAA8Y/dWPtFcpPt1c/s1600-h/Costumes+11.3.08+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264958970979800194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDkSgZB1II/AAAAAAAAA8Y/dWPtFcpPt1c/s320/Costumes+11.3.08+164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Bo had to get some "daddy time" in while he was waiting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, it was time...Cory had taken Cody to check his traps (an entry for the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cory&lt;/span&gt; Chronicles") so Bo and Grandpa got started without them!  This is Bo at his very FIRST house, for his very FIRST Trick-or-Treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDob_BAo1I/AAAAAAAAA8o/Soc0KmcNM8Y/s1600-h/Costumes+11.3.08+166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264963531865891666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDob_BAo1I/AAAAAAAAA8o/Soc0KmcNM8Y/s320/Costumes+11.3.08+166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's looking at me like I'm a crazy person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDocMr2d1I/AAAAAAAAA8w/avSEBHrxs1Q/s1600-h/Costumes+11.3.08+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264963535535241042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDocMr2d1I/AAAAAAAAA8w/avSEBHrxs1Q/s320/Costumes+11.3.08+169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Grandpa looks more excited about the Free Candy than Bo is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDocslQeBI/AAAAAAAAA84/cYm_hKsLB94/s1600-h/Costumes+11.3.08+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264963544097519634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDocslQeBI/AAAAAAAAA84/cYm_hKsLB94/s320/Costumes+11.3.08+171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Cory pulled up, Cody was out of that car and RUNNING to catch up with his brother!!  He couldn't believe we didn't wait for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDoc9ZTX7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/LSEdzf_z5RA/s1600-h/Costumes+11.3.08+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264963548610781106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDoc9ZTX7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/LSEdzf_z5RA/s320/Costumes+11.3.08+173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;He caught up a lot faster than his dad... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDodi1CcxI/AAAAAAAAA9I/a-Uf6ewoU2w/s1600-h/Costumes+11.3.08+175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264963558659224338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDodi1CcxI/AAAAAAAAA9I/a-Uf6ewoU2w/s320/Costumes+11.3.08+175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here they are the four of them!  Bo was totally digging Halloween!  Knock on doors and they give you Candy!!  Are you kidding?  Paradise!  On the other hand.  Cody loved running from house to house, and he loved knocking on the door, or ringing the door bell, but the minute someone answered, he would totally shrink behind his dad and try to get away from the people!  We'll see how he does next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Halloween!  But Bring on THANKSGIVING!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-8420636341955937372?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/8420636341955937372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=8420636341955937372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8420636341955937372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8420636341955937372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-very-cute-cowboy-and-one-very-scary.html' title='One Very Cute Cowboy, and One Very Scary Pirate!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SRDkSFMPu0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Q-Lgi1QBahA/s72-c/Costumes+11.3.08+159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-8447049085349966842</id><published>2008-11-03T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:03:24.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PsyChO dUckS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The other day, my cute sister-in-law invited my boys and I to go to the park with her and her boys to feed the ducks.  We thought this sounded like a lot of fun, and the weather was so great we just wanted to be outside.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Holy Psycho Ducks!  I don't think I have laughed that hard in a long time!  These freaking ducks ATTACKED our boys the minute we pulled out the bread!  They just run right up to you, and if you don't throw the bread down fast enough, they try to nip it right out of your hands! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody thought this was really funny, and he liked teasing the ducks by EATING  the bread himself, instead of giving it to them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQ8sNe0HHWI/AAAAAAAAA8A/cASclEw1Rxw/s1600-h/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475099540954466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQ8sNe0HHWI/AAAAAAAAA8A/cASclEw1Rxw/s320/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ducks running up to Cody...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQ8sLNpAxQI/AAAAAAAAA74/V5H1tlKwn90/s1600-h/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475060571260162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQ8sLNpAxQI/AAAAAAAAA74/V5H1tlKwn90/s320/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody would grab some bread and run to see if the ducks would follow him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQ8sKLDK7LI/AAAAAAAAA7w/cjAR-sq_23E/s1600-h/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475042695802034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQ8sKLDK7LI/AAAAAAAAA7w/cjAR-sq_23E/s320/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This white duck was the biggest freak!  He was so aggressive!  Cody liked him the best and the duck would chase after Cody, and then Cody would turn and chase after the duck!  It was a show down of wills!  I still don't know who won!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQ8sJR8TCJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/SU8kOUYIYf4/s1600-h/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475027366152338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQ8sJR8TCJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/SU8kOUYIYf4/s320/Feeding%3Cspan%20class=" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, Jaxson was not having much fun with these posessed ducks!  He hated them!  This duck was trying to get his bread and he was screaming, and his mom told me to hurry and tak&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;e a pi&lt;/span&gt;cture before she rescued him!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry Jaxson if your scarred for life, but your mom and I laughed really, really hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a really fun day!  Thanks Bells for all the laughs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-8447049085349966842?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/8447049085349966842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=8447049085349966842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8447049085349966842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8447049085349966842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/11/psycho-ducks.html' title='PsyChO dUckS!!!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQ8sNe0HHWI/AAAAAAAAA8A/cASclEw1Rxw/s72-c/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-239109560752997805</id><published>2008-10-28T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:31:26.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just love this Picture of Bo!  All dressed up and ready for Church! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a handsome boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQdLmrV0-SI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3M_ipubN-Y4/s1600-h/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262257817447102754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQdLmrV0-SI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3M_ipubN-Y4/s400/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+001.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/5225932747277225757-239109560752997805?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/239109560752997805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=239109560752997805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/239109560752997805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/239109560752997805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/handsome-boy.html' title='Handsome Boy!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQdLmrV0-SI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3M_ipubN-Y4/s72-c/Feeding+Ducks+10-20-08+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-9119706559229019478</id><published>2008-10-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:26:17.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarecrow Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had so much fun at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cornbelly's&lt;/span&gt; that we decided to take the boys back to Thanksgiving Point for the Scarecrow Festival.  Cory had to work, so Grandma, Grandpa, and David jumped on board and we headed out!  Right when we got there, we ran in to Grandma Jill, Kim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt;, and Wyatt.  They were just getting ready to leave, and told us how much fun they had, so after a quick lunch together, we set off for all the bounce houses, and all the fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It didn't turn out so well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody loves bounce houses, but he doesn't love lines!  We had to wait in line for everything, and try explaining to an irrational 2 year old WHY we have to wait in line, WHILE your in line, and he is having a total melt down!  Not so Fun!  So, the Bounce Houses didn't work out so well for us, but Cody did LOVE the entertainment!  Yep.  We walked by the stage, and they had this cheesy Juggler, that wasn't even that great I might add, but Cody was in a trance!  He made us sit there for a good 45 minutes watching this crappy juggler!  I could not believe how much he loved him!  Well, finally we decided to take him back over to Barnyard Boo, and after persuading him to leave his beloved Juggler, we walked over to where the animals were.  Of course, the minute we got there, Cody was in heaven and headed right over to that darn Cow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While Cody and I were checking out the cows, my mom and dad went and got in the line for the pony rides.  Awesome Idea!  We didn't have to get in that dang line until it was actually our turn to get on the ponies!  It worked out PERFECT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody was so excited to run and get on a pony.  Bo was a little more skeptical, but he got on.  I took Cody, and Grandpa was on Bo duty...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc46VN15CI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/-NOwfvDKZwA/s1600-h/Halloween+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262237264384484386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc46VN15CI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/-NOwfvDKZwA/s320/Halloween+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc47HG8p-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Rccuv5JgjOw/s1600-h/Halloween+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262237277777340386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc47HG8p-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Rccuv5JgjOw/s320/Halloween+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Ride started, and Cody was thrilled, but poor Bo, not so much!  Bo wanted to get off, so my Dad lifted him off, but then he tried to put him back on again, and poor Grandpa was having a rough time keeping up with those little ponies!  (They were not going very fast!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc47t0DkMI/AAAAAAAAA5g/hXZ6uTgQCu0/s1600-h/Halloween+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262237288167084226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc47t0DkMI/AAAAAAAAA5g/hXZ6uTgQCu0/s320/Halloween+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc48OeXVVI/AAAAAAAAA5o/X7WWlEEFtIw/s1600-h/Halloween+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262237296934475090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc48OeXVVI/AAAAAAAAA5o/X7WWlEEFtIw/s320/Halloween+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody was just a happy boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc48pnm7MI/AAAAAAAAA5w/NH6C5XiL1hA/s1600-h/Halloween+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262237304221002946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc48pnm7MI/AAAAAAAAA5w/NH6C5XiL1hA/s320/Halloween+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc5XMe_o7I/AAAAAAAAA54/QINcUY_Urqs/s1600-h/Halloween+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262237760256713650" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc5XMe_o7I/AAAAAAAAA54/QINcUY_Urqs/s320/Halloween+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Grandpa walking along side the ponies, Carrying Bo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc5XlVFf6I/AAAAAAAAA6A/7JEO4Q0Vqas/s1600-h/Halloween+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262237766926040994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc5XlVFf6I/AAAAAAAAA6A/7JEO4Q0Vqas/s320/Halloween+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6WDGZ1bI/AAAAAAAAA6I/vbJr4jgfSas/s1600-h/Halloween+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262238840069412274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6WDGZ1bI/AAAAAAAAA6I/vbJr4jgfSas/s320/Halloween+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6YJOpY_I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_SHZL5vHqkg/s1600-h/Halloween+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262238876074337266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6YJOpY_I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_SHZL5vHqkg/s320/Halloween+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6YgjR1JI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/bQaQ_1FTH44/s1600-h/Halloween+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262238882334889106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6YgjR1JI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/bQaQ_1FTH44/s320/Halloween+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody didn't want to get off, but we told him we could go on the Hay Ride if he was a good boy, so he got off nicely, and ran over to the Hay Ride!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't get pictures, I'm not sure why, but they had this Awesome hay ride pulled of course by great big horses!  It was so cute!  So we start out riding along, and all the sudden, here comes the HEADLESS HORSEMAN!  It was Awesome!  Cody was totally shocked, and just loved that he was chasing us!  Everything was just so cute, and done so well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the hayride, we let Cody feed the ducks, and other animals with Corn.  He was going a hundred miles an hour trying to get to everything all at once, and he was wearing me out trying to keep up with him!  And then there is Bo.  I am telling you he is the most laid back, easy going little boy!  You put him in his stroller, give him some popcorn, and the boy is in heaven!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQdA3y-mCvI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/mH7OjEJ8M14/s1600-h/Halloween+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262246016927009522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQdA3y-mCvI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/mH7OjEJ8M14/s320/Halloween+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt;!  He needs a haircut, but he doesn't care!  He is always this happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody discovered the "Jail House".  There were other little houses on the row, but Cody just wanted to be in Jail!  Cody, this better be the ONLY time I EVER see you behind bars!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7wXS5eNI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/dKq9NKI3mco/s1600-h/Halloween+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262240391678752978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7wXS5eNI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/dKq9NKI3mco/s320/Halloween+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7vm4zx9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/MmOkM_J5Vcw/s1600-h/Halloween+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262240378684426194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7vm4zx9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/MmOkM_J5Vcw/s320/Halloween+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7vJJhm2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/MoRyPawnloI/s1600-h/Halloween+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262240370701474658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7vJJhm2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/MoRyPawnloI/s320/Halloween+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7u1qGzbI/AAAAAAAAA64/EpfrfgrlnyI/s1600-h/Halloween+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262240365469420978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7u1qGzbI/AAAAAAAAA64/EpfrfgrlnyI/s320/Halloween+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7uC7oUVI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cPM6MGsjV2E/s1600-h/Halloween+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262240351852712274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc7uC7oUVI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cPM6MGsjV2E/s320/Halloween+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6aKhjddI/AAAAAAAAA6o/bOJFukKma9c/s1600-h/Halloween+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262238910781814226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6aKhjddI/AAAAAAAAA6o/bOJFukKma9c/s320/Halloween+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma got in "Jail" with him, and he thought this was extremely funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6ZU6dXtI/AAAAAAAAA6g/_kB2T0hYL4E/s1600-h/Halloween+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262238896390758098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc6ZU6dXtI/AAAAAAAAA6g/_kB2T0hYL4E/s320/Halloween+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Jailbird!  When we walked back over to the scarecrow festival, the lines were not nearly as long, so we thought we would give the bounce houses another go.  We had a blast!  I took Cody, and David took Bo.  We were bouncing and falling, and sliding all over the place and the boys were laughing, but I think David and I were laughing even harder!  It was hilarious!  They wore us out, but they hadn't had enough.  But it was time to go, so we started walking toward the car, but we had to go past that dreaded stage!  This time there was a bluegrass band playing, and of course, Cody had to stop to enjoy the music!  He was dancing right in front of the stage, and it was so funny one of the singers started laughing at him mid-song!  Cody just loves to watch the shows!  But, since he was distracting the entertainers, we thought we better get him out of there, so we stuck him in his stroller and headed off for the car. Once again, we had a GREAT time at Thanksgiving Point, but hopefully next year, Cody will be old enough to handle the lines and be able to enjoy the Scarecrow Festival a little more!  Thanks Grandma and Grandpa for taking us and making it so fun!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**Just a side note, I don't think we even got out of the parking lot before everyone in the car, except the driver, was totally sacked out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-9119706559229019478?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/9119706559229019478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=9119706559229019478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/9119706559229019478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/9119706559229019478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/scarecrow-festival.html' title='Scarecrow Festival'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SQc46VN15CI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/-NOwfvDKZwA/s72-c/Halloween+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-4006407468156729722</id><published>2008-10-24T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:54:08.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Cullen Heroine Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!" href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="I'm a Alice! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_alice.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-4006407468156729722?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/4006407468156729722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=4006407468156729722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4006407468156729722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/4006407468156729722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-quiz-and-share-your-results.html' title='Which Cullen Heroine Are You?'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-5786331341101158329</id><published>2008-10-22T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:37:47.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Yuv You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I don't know if there is anything sweeter than hearing your baby say "I love you" for the first time!  Cody wanted me to get him something today, and he usually gives me a kiss, but today he said "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yuv&lt;/span&gt; you" it was so sweet, so completely innocent, it seriously melted my heart, and I never want to forget how wonderful it was to hear him say that to me for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yuv&lt;/span&gt; You too Codes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-5786331341101158329?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/5786331341101158329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=5786331341101158329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5786331341101158329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5786331341101158329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-yuv-you.html' title='I Yuv You!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-519169737042024805</id><published>2008-10-19T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:55:33.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbelly's Corn Maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The other day, Cory and I took the boys to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cornbelly's&lt;/span&gt; at Thanksgiving Point. We weren't sure if our boys would like it, but we thought we'd give it a shot anyway! I am glad we did! They honestly had such a blast! They loved EVERYTHING they had!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There was a huge haystack with all different kinds of slides coming off it, so we headed there first. Cody was a little skeptical, so Cory took up for the first time. He wouldn't do it by himself at first, so Cory had to show him how it was done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxfk6W_BI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Wv-UJy2ZLpo/s1600-h/Halloween+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921777183521810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxfk6W_BI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Wv-UJy2ZLpo/s320/Halloween+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory and Cody went down together the first time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxe6cE6gI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8QRSlCTenOk/s1600-h/Halloween+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921765782219266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxe6cE6gI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8QRSlCTenOk/s320/Halloween+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxf1KqF9I/AAAAAAAAAzs/zgyd9LswdCQ/s1600-h/Halloween+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921781546850258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxf1KqF9I/AAAAAAAAAzs/zgyd9LswdCQ/s320/Halloween+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody loved it, so the next time, he walked up by himself, but Cory still had to go with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1reYD8UI/AAAAAAAAA00/ay-EkZbkuIs/s1600-h/Halloween+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxgRP157I/AAAAAAAAAz0/GkAAAgzrVeA/s1600-h/Halloween+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921789084788658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxgRP157I/AAAAAAAAAz0/GkAAAgzrVeA/s320/Halloween+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory sent him down the slide,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0lv4kgcI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Kcpkc5jdkCQ/s1600-h/Halloween+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258925181742907842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0lv4kgcI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Kcpkc5jdkCQ/s320/Halloween+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and then he followed him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxgRP157I/AAAAAAAAAz0/GkAAAgzrVeA/s1600-h/Halloween+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxfk6W_BI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Wv-UJy2ZLpo/s1600-h/Halloween+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0mLMHBGI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ZGJN-ayLDjE/s1600-h/Halloween+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258925189072618594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0mLMHBGI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ZGJN-ayLDjE/s320/Halloween+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo wanted to go down the slide, so the three of them hiked up to the top again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0mcQNIpI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vKf8oK9GGvs/s1600-h/Halloween+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258925193653199506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0mcQNIpI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vKf8oK9GGvs/s320/Halloween+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody had to go first, by himself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0nQJw0iI/AAAAAAAAA0c/yB6aBLx8wCE/s1600-h/Halloween+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258925207584821794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0nQJw0iI/AAAAAAAAA0c/yB6aBLx8wCE/s320/Halloween+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then Cory took Bo. (I think Cory liked the slide more than Bo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1pnT5FmI/AAAAAAAAA0k/obdoMINbq8k/s1600-h/Halloween+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926347672688226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1pnT5FmI/AAAAAAAAA0k/obdoMINbq8k/s320/Halloween+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody got really comfortable with the slide, so he stopped letting Cory go with him. But then he saw all the big kids climbing up this net, so of course, he wanted to do it! Cory helped show him how to get started, and it was all down hill from there! Cody was in heaven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1qAW21dI/AAAAAAAAA0s/oc2fyUbuWx4/s1600-h/Halloween+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926354396009938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1qAW21dI/AAAAAAAAA0s/oc2fyUbuWx4/s320/Halloween+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1reYD8UI/AAAAAAAAA00/ay-EkZbkuIs/s1600-h/Halloween+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926379633996098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1reYD8UI/AAAAAAAAA00/ay-EkZbkuIs/s320/Halloween+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0nJPqHNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/E02OekSqm4A/s1600-h/Halloween+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258925205730499794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt0nJPqHNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/E02OekSqm4A/s320/Halloween+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He got to be a pro at the slide! It took a lot of coaxing to get him to go try something else!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, we got him to try some of the other things they had available. Cory took Cody over to this huge dinosaur looking thing that was a Haunted House. The guy told Cory that it was probably a little bit scary for Cody, but Cody and Cory were determined to go in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If any of you know me, you know my fear of Haunted Houses of EVERY kind, so I waited outside with Bo, and took these cute pictures...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuGDQ7MJCI/AAAAAAAAA48/4O_rMYJpmoo/s1600-h/Halloween+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258944380526142498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuGDQ7MJCI/AAAAAAAAA48/4O_rMYJpmoo/s320/Halloween+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo was just talking to me, and making all these funny faces, so we were just enjoying each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuGD3TiqLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Hp8yGdTUaNY/s1600-h/Halloween+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258944390828828850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuGD3TiqLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Hp8yGdTUaNY/s320/Halloween+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFZNyw82I/AAAAAAAAA40/AExRv8eZOrw/s1600-h/Halloween+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258943658130994018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFZNyw82I/AAAAAAAAA40/AExRv8eZOrw/s320/Halloween+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm still not sure if Bo was enjoying ME, or the Kettle Corn I got him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory &amp;amp; Cody came out of the Haunted House laughing, so I asked Cory how Cody did. He said he was kind of laughing through the whole thing, but he was holding on to Cory pretty tight. He didn't try to go back in, so I guess that sums it up pretty well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the Haunted House, we hit the "Jumping Pillow". It's like a huge tramp, but there aren't any springs, and it's surrounded by sand, so it's a lot harder to get hurt on. There were like a million kids jumping on the thing, which made it even more appealing to Cody. He had his shoes off, and was running up to jump with the kids before we even knew what was going on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3AOB59SI/AAAAAAAAA1M/-vuuRneaMCw/s1600-h/Halloween+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927835534980386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3AOB59SI/AAAAAAAAA1M/-vuuRneaMCw/s320/Halloween+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3BlHofuI/AAAAAAAAA1c/NKUg_Lzjn-c/s1600-h/Halloween+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927858912886498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3BlHofuI/AAAAAAAAA1c/NKUg_Lzjn-c/s320/Halloween+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3BCpRPwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/qQz2o6D2BqY/s1600-h/Halloween+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927849658728194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3BCpRPwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/qQz2o6D2BqY/s320/Halloween+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In case your wondering what he's doing with his arm up in the air, he's singing "Move It" from Madagascar! I think he thought all the other kids were loving it too, cause he kept doing it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3CZ80U1I/AAAAAAAAA1s/nfHoIEXAk-M/s1600-h/Halloween+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927873094603602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3CZ80U1I/AAAAAAAAA1s/nfHoIEXAk-M/s320/Halloween+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo did not like sitting on the side lines on this one! That is him trying to crawl up the pillow to where the kids are all jumping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4TBDjjxI/AAAAAAAAA10/o_rgzNe78qI/s1600-h/Halloween+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258929257981382418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4TBDjjxI/AAAAAAAAA10/o_rgzNe78qI/s320/Halloween+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a little too steep for him to do it by himself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4U4O35sI/AAAAAAAAA2M/BUVZtZUTePY/s1600-h/Halloween+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258929289972672194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4U4O35sI/AAAAAAAAA2M/BUVZtZUTePY/s320/Halloween+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So Cory and Cody came over to help him up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4UryNpnI/AAAAAAAAA2E/hIwSM3iqKOQ/s1600-h/Halloween+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258929286631237234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4UryNpnI/AAAAAAAAA2E/hIwSM3iqKOQ/s320/Halloween+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4VqCKl9I/AAAAAAAAA2U/jj9dvpu7xmo/s1600-h/Halloween+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258929303341144018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4VqCKl9I/AAAAAAAAA2U/jj9dvpu7xmo/s320/Halloween+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt97FGSIpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/hdDUgYjK1Eo/s1600-h/Halloween+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258935443819471506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt97FGSIpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/hdDUgYjK1Eo/s320/Halloween+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory would lift Bo up on to the top of the corner...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt96sePL8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/NmVxyqQVVOs/s1600-h/Halloween+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258935437209055170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt96sePL8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/NmVxyqQVVOs/s320/Halloween+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All jumping kids would bounce him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt97ji4t3I/AAAAAAAAA20/RKnrxw8O-Lk/s1600-h/Halloween+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258935451992504178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt97ji4t3I/AAAAAAAAA20/RKnrxw8O-Lk/s320/Halloween+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bouncing would make him slide down with each bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt_2IN4JRI/AAAAAAAAA3E/piH2WnU4c7o/s1600-h/Halloween+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258937557780538642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt_2IN4JRI/AAAAAAAAA3E/piH2WnU4c7o/s320/Halloween+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he would make Cory put him back up for another round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt_2tvnUpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/GThdH22TTEM/s1600-h/Halloween+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258937567854154386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt_2tvnUpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/GThdH22TTEM/s320/Halloween+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got some pretty good air on some of the bounces and it surprised him a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt98Ek1guI/AAAAAAAAA28/0WI2DJKyfv0/s1600-h/Halloween+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258935460859052770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt98Ek1guI/AAAAAAAAA28/0WI2DJKyfv0/s320/Halloween+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, of course, he loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt_2xZe9pI/AAAAAAAAA3U/-Bw22mPQtl4/s1600-h/Halloween+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258937568835073682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt_2xZe9pI/AAAAAAAAA3U/-Bw22mPQtl4/s320/Halloween+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo was having such a good time, Cody got a little jealous, and came over to get his dad to help him try it out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt96E2RzJI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2VylHo8zq20/s1600-h/Halloween+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258935426572471442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt96E2RzJI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2VylHo8zq20/s320/Halloween+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He didn't see what was so great, so he just went back to jumping by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4UEaqqRI/AAAAAAAAA18/BPHeS1yIRkA/s1600-h/Halloween+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258929276063492370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt4UEaqqRI/AAAAAAAAA18/BPHeS1yIRkA/s320/Halloween+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then Bo was done, and decided to lead his dad elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3CDFthdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/k8mXZZXBKpg/s1600-h/Halloween+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927866957891026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt3CDFthdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/k8mXZZXBKpg/s320/Halloween+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo was totally satisfied with his jumping! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next stop? Barnyard Boo! I can not get over how much Cody LOVES cows! He sees them EVERYDAY! We are constantly surrounded by them, and yet, he is totally obsessed with them like they are the GREATEST things on Earth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we first walked in to the barnyard part, they had a steer inside that they were working on. They were getting it's sperm! Yep! You heard me! How educational!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We moved right along to the outside part, and Cody just went nuts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the first stall was this big Black and White Cow. Cody has a toy one that looks just like it, he was completely delighted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt_3oDnfHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mhpdTVVKUwA/s1600-h/Halloween+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258937583507307634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt_3oDnfHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mhpdTVVKUwA/s320/Halloween+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuA8aQg6JI/AAAAAAAAA30/-UU70ajDxcU/s1600-h/Halloween+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258938765214279826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuA8aQg6JI/AAAAAAAAA30/-UU70ajDxcU/s320/Halloween+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258938750875765554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuA7k18izI/AAAAAAAAA3s/nQN-DTEhFrA/s320/Halloween+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stood there forever waiting for it to do something exciting! Cody kept yelling "Come On! Come On! Come On Buddy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, the Cow walked over to him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiL0YVqjI/AAAAAAAAAys/1VpHPFK8M28/s1600-h/Halloween+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904945063995954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiL0YVqjI/AAAAAAAAAys/1VpHPFK8M28/s320/Halloween+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so Cory lifted him over to get a better look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuA9QWRbWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/CECIx9_1qeY/s1600-h/Halloween+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258938779733945698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuA9QWRbWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/CECIx9_1qeY/s320/Halloween+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we walked down to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;calf's&lt;/span&gt;. Cody and the other kids loved these little guys! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;calf's&lt;/span&gt; just let all the kids pet them, and they licked them, and Cody just kept laughing at every ounce of attention he got from these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuA89uTRxI/AAAAAAAAA38/7kDqoyirLyc/s1600-h/Halloween+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258938774734456594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuA89uTRxI/AAAAAAAAA38/7kDqoyirLyc/s320/Halloween+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of the row, there were a couple great big horses, and Cody kept tickling there lips to make them open there mouths. It was pretty funny, and people kept saying "Don't let them bite you!" Cody was like "duh! I do this ALL the time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuA-p5mu1I/AAAAAAAAA4M/kEYfRzAVcwQ/s1600-h/Halloween+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258938803772898130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuA-p5mu1I/AAAAAAAAA4M/kEYfRzAVcwQ/s320/Halloween+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo wasn't even phased that the horse was trying to eat his popcorn off his stroller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFXZX7GVI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xClWxB5SqAw/s1600-h/Halloween+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258943626879899986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFXZX7GVI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xClWxB5SqAw/s320/Halloween+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In fact, I think that may have been his only concern! He didn't want the horse to have any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFX_NnWdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/AEEhzzr_VjI/s1600-h/Halloween+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258943637037210066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFX_NnWdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/AEEhzzr_VjI/s320/Halloween+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They finished the "business" they had with the steer inside, so they let him go back to his stall. However, it was his buddies turn, so a cowboy had to come out to rope the other one for his turn... Cody was enthralled!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiNqhOCGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ODRBQzCOOAg/s1600-h/Halloween+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904976776628322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiNqhOCGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ODRBQzCOOAg/s320/Halloween+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He had to take a seat for the show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiMRSWPLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/f3p9sSRJ7l8/s1600-h/Halloween+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904952823495858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiMRSWPLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/f3p9sSRJ7l8/s320/Halloween+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was fascinated with those cows! He just didn't want to leave them, and every time we got him to go look at the other animals, he would only look for a second, and then he'd head right back to the cows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiMzoTdOI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Kuy8URg2BdI/s1600-h/Halloween+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904962042393826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiMzoTdOI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Kuy8URg2BdI/s320/Halloween+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiNUPkiHI/AAAAAAAAAzE/KNkgO_mgGQQ/s1600-h/Halloween+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904970797025394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtiNUPkiHI/AAAAAAAAAzE/KNkgO_mgGQQ/s320/Halloween+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got him to go look at the goats, and horses, and pigs, and a bunch of birds...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFYn9nbqI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7gfHzOO438I/s1600-h/Halloween+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258943647975960226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFYn9nbqI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7gfHzOO438I/s320/Halloween+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He would look at them for a minute, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFYSUAoBI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ulIvod6F7-I/s1600-h/Halloween+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258943642164305938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPuFYSUAoBI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ulIvod6F7-I/s320/Halloween+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But even when we were at the other animals stalls, he was still looking over to see what those stupid cows were doing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meanwhile, Bo Daniel was in his happy place! Loungin' in his stroller, eating his popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1r8d0j2I/AAAAAAAAA08/oF4cWBg9gww/s1600-h/Halloween+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926387711217506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1r8d0j2I/AAAAAAAAA08/oF4cWBg9gww/s320/Halloween+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1sl8jyeI/AAAAAAAAA1E/NE48K1ce1To/s1600-h/Halloween+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926398845995490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPt1sl8jyeI/AAAAAAAAA1E/NE48K1ce1To/s320/Halloween+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He may be the sweetest little boy on earth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, it was time to go home, so we headed out, only to see this cow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxedk-wPI/AAAAAAAAAzU/rY92q62PtmY/s1600-h/Halloween+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921758034936050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxedk-wPI/AAAAAAAAAzU/rY92q62PtmY/s320/Halloween+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A big plastic replica of his favorite cow! We had to stop to let the boys try him out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a great trip out to Thanksgiving Point! The boys loved it, and Cory and I were completely entertained! We will definitely be going back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-519169737042024805?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/519169737042024805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=519169737042024805&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/519169737042024805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/519169737042024805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/cornbelly.html' title='Cornbelly&apos;s Corn Maze'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtxfk6W_BI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Wv-UJy2ZLpo/s72-c/Halloween+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-8329338148392462593</id><published>2008-10-19T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:32:52.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Boss Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody thinks at our house, he is in charge.  (for the most part he is.) Lately, his new thing is my bed!  He has taken over ownership!  He brings his pillow in, sets it up, pulls the covers over him, and then yells at me until I come in.  He LOVES it when I let him watch a movie on our TV while he lounges in my bed.  He loves it even more, when I bring him a snack or drink! I know I am creating a monster, but hey, your only young once!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtezavd8NI/AAAAAAAAAyk/pyYKyRGrEHs/s1600-h/Halloween+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258901227329941714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtezavd8NI/AAAAAAAAAyk/pyYKyRGrEHs/s400/Halloween+004.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/5225932747277225757-8329338148392462593?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/8329338148392462593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=8329338148392462593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8329338148392462593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8329338148392462593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-boss-man.html' title='The Big Boss Man...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtezavd8NI/AAAAAAAAAyk/pyYKyRGrEHs/s72-c/Halloween+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-6256171155113551871</id><published>2008-10-19T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:21:27.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Ride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory came back from hunting and parked the trailer with the four wheelers right out the front window. Cody saw the four wheelers, and just about had a heart attack he was so excited! He couldn't get his shoes on fast enough to get out there and get on those four wheelers! Forget that they were tied up on the trailer so I couldn't take him on a ride! It didn't matter to him! He just climbed up on the trailer and onto the four wheelers, and he was in little boy heaven for hours!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtdhkNci2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/_cNI-4WKCYM/s1600-h/Halloween+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258899821122325346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtdhkNci2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/_cNI-4WKCYM/s320/Halloween+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtdh2tzmhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/F2hbkD7aDt8/s1600-h/Halloween+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258899826089892370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtdh2tzmhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/F2hbkD7aDt8/s320/Halloween+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtdiKA0DZI/AAAAAAAAAyc/H6QwKVD3LZA/s1600-h/Halloween+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258899831269887378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtdiKA0DZI/AAAAAAAAAyc/H6QwKVD3LZA/s320/Halloween+003.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/5225932747277225757-6256171155113551871?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/6256171155113551871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=6256171155113551871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/6256171155113551871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/6256171155113551871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/ready-to-ride.html' title='Ready to Ride!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPtdhkNci2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/_cNI-4WKCYM/s72-c/Halloween+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-3489303612198969290</id><published>2008-10-15T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:47:22.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Idea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The potty training has not been going so well at our house, so I decided to put it away for awhile, do a little more research, and try again when Cody and I are ready.  Well, today I had this brilliant idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I change Cody's diaper I tell him "this is sick" or "that's gross" (the potty training guide says to do this.) Anyway, I didn't think he was really getting it, because he would just laugh, and he would tell me "sick" or "gross".  Well, today I am getting ready to change Bo's dirty diaper, and I think to myself, "Oh! I'll show Cody how gross this is!  Then he'll get that it's gross, and he'll want to go in the big boy toilet!"  Yeah. That didn't go over so well.  I had Cody standing next to me, and I take off Bo's diaper and I say "see, gross!".  Cody looks down at it, and then I see it.... The gag reflex!  He starts gagging, and after a few gags, he blows his load!  He totally puked!  I just didn't know what to do!  Cory was laughing his freaking head off (because this is what Cory does when he has to change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poopie&lt;/span&gt; diapers) and I still had to clean up Bo!  I totally made my kid puke because I showed him poop!!  So, I ended up changing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poopie&lt;/span&gt; diaper, and then the puke off of Cody, and off the carpet!  So NOT what I had planned, and so NOT worth it!  Bad, Bad Idea!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-3489303612198969290?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/3489303612198969290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=3489303612198969290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3489303612198969290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/3489303612198969290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-idea.html' title='Bad Idea...'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-7575961100902879971</id><published>2008-10-12T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:10:32.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have a loft in our Bear Lake house that Cody loves to play in.  Up until now, Bo has never been up there to play because it makes me nervous, but Grandpa took him up to let him play, and Bo thought he was such a big boy!  He kept looking down through the railing and laughing like he was saying "Look at me!"  "Look at me!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo loves his Grandpa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIuth4WXGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Mf8qhEo3K8g/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315074818497634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIuth4WXGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Mf8qhEo3K8g/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIutv84inI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ngI4wffpec8/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315078595611250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIutv84inI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ngI4wffpec8/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIutzhI6UI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NmusGIC9MN0/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315079552985410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIutzhI6UI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NmusGIC9MN0/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIuuHlnfeI/AAAAAAAAAx4/6bGPVQ7Mako/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315084940475874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIuuHlnfeI/AAAAAAAAAx4/6bGPVQ7Mako/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had to add this picture of Cody on David's shoulders.  They were having the best time and are getting to be best buddies!  They LOVE to tease each other!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIuuaQYMkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/XylLjPTTH9A/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315089951666754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIuuaQYMkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/XylLjPTTH9A/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-7575961100902879971?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/7575961100902879971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=7575961100902879971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7575961100902879971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7575961100902879971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/grandpa-time.html' title='Grandpa Time'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SPIuth4WXGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Mf8qhEo3K8g/s72-c/confrence+weekend+10-08+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2309258954858483348</id><published>2008-10-06T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:02:57.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; weekend the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; and I took my boys and headed north!  With Cory off hunting and it being general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; weekend, we thought it was the perfect time to get back up to Bear Lake.  We had to wait for my dad to finish working for the week, so we didn't get out of here until Saturday morning, and we came home late Sunday night, so it was a quick trip, but we managed to pack it full of fun!  Saturday was a rainy day, so we weren't in a huge hurry to just get up to the cabin, so we decided to take our time and make a few stops along the way.   Of course we had to stop at Maddox for lunch, and while we were eating we looked over at "Paul's Patch" this great little fruit stand we have stopped at since I was a little girl, but this time, it was all decked out in Halloween!  We couldn't resist so we headed on over...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEJVYW3bI/AAAAAAAAAww/iwcah-FxFSA/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157211174100402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEJVYW3bI/AAAAAAAAAww/iwcah-FxFSA/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They had set up this DARLING little pumpkin patch, with millions of pumpkins!  Cody and Bo got so excited!  I don't think they knew what pumpkins were, but they learned quick enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDHG6ZaUI/AAAAAAAAAwI/3ajIvsscV2A/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254156073418975554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDHG6ZaUI/AAAAAAAAAwI/3ajIvsscV2A/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right in the middle of the patch was this gigantic bull, with "Paul" riding his back.  Cody had to take a minute to figure out what it was, and if it was real or not.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA7uVm-dI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HSAEMqrlAYc/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254153678820407762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA7uVm-dI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HSAEMqrlAYc/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA6xvMUyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/PGylmPEfXNk/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254153662553150242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA6xvMUyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/PGylmPEfXNk/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had to walk around and look at ALL the pumpkins to decide which one we wanted...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqB7bX24tI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1MMfpmPQwNc/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254154773241193170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqB7bX24tI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1MMfpmPQwNc/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody got into it, and he started pointing at the pumpkins, and turning them around to see if they were perfect and then moved on to the next to do the same...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqB6qN6UTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Q-VYCXFGKio/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254154760046137650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqB6qN6UTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Q-VYCXFGKio/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma and Bo were examining every pumpkin to make sure ours were the cutest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqB8LNvO4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/KizuGcMxHrs/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254154786083650434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqB8LNvO4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/KizuGcMxHrs/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We made our selections,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqB6-nxbuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/YuSAIragyic/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254154765523316450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqB6-nxbuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/YuSAIragyic/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then we had to pose for pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDH1F5VaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/16LtLv8WNmo/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254156085815236002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDH1F5VaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/16LtLv8WNmo/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDIZ8bSvI/AAAAAAAAAwg/kdHh43ozO9M/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254156095707630322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDIZ8bSvI/AAAAAAAAAwg/kdHh43ozO9M/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDIrgcfOI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Iu-95yHyyNg/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254156100422106338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDIrgcfOI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Iu-95yHyyNg/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo and Cody were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' life!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picking our pumpkins was not the only fun part of the stop, they had this awesome little Corn Maze for the kiddies!  Cody wouldn't go in at first, so I had to go in to show him it wasn't scary, and then he played in there for over an hour!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDHqYX5KI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/JBbILAQxRhg/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254156082939946146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqDHqYX5KI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/JBbILAQxRhg/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA6E45daI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VKJg-qSYYGM/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254153650514261410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA6E45daI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VKJg-qSYYGM/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We made it to the flag in the middle, and I was trying to get Cody to look at the camera for a picture...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA6Z5mCnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jpPdNcVLSPY/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254153656154327666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA6Z5mCnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jpPdNcVLSPY/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was just looking at me like I was a freak...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA6lMd-4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/3EoDXFSdAj4/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254153659186281346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqA6lMd-4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/3EoDXFSdAj4/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And finally, he looked over and we got a cute picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was totally raining the whole time we were there, so we are all a little water logged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We finished picking out our pumpkins and then went to pick out some peaches, and veggies.  Since it was raining, the water was pouring out of the rain gutter things on the tent, and Cody thought it was hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEKHXo_BI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jP52S-tlwg0/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157224592866322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEKHXo_BI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jP52S-tlwg0/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At first he would just run under the drips fast, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEKWI119I/AAAAAAAAAxA/8G3DokEX1-Q/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157228557326290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEKWI119I/AAAAAAAAAxA/8G3DokEX1-Q/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then he started standing right under them and let them get him soaking wet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEklrOTLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HQn6TvSxQB0/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157679404666034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEklrOTLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HQn6TvSxQB0/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then you know what comes next...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEKvlyG9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/V9MhcdHyisw/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157235389602770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEKvlyG9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/V9MhcdHyisw/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEklrOTLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HQn6TvSxQB0/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had to try to drink it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEKhOY7eI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gHSQRWBExQw/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157231533387234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEKhOY7eI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gHSQRWBExQw/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly, silly Boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just ended up being so much fun!  Thanks Grandma and Grandpa for a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-2309258954858483348?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/2309258954858483348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=2309258954858483348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2309258954858483348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/2309258954858483348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins-pumpkins-pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Pumpkins!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOqEJVYW3bI/AAAAAAAAAww/iwcah-FxFSA/s72-c/confrence+weekend+10-08+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-8183989946760932106</id><published>2008-10-06T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:01:21.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cory Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I believed in Super Powers, I would believe that Cory possessed one.  His super power?  Getting people to do whatever he wants them to do!  You all remember the little gem Cory brought home a while ago, that he refers to as a "camper"?  Well, he talked his brother Chad into letting him load it up on the back of his pick-up, and then he talked him into going hunting in it with him.  Poor Chad!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6ve_rN6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/XNGoV-TGKm4/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254146871473682338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6ve_rN6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/XNGoV-TGKm4/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the camper all hooked up and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6wEt2EMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TFaHDsftpX0/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254146881599443138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6wEt2EMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TFaHDsftpX0/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course Cody had to be out helping the guys load up there Redneck Rig... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, the main reason for posting this on the Cory Chronicles is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6wlYZqfI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/zbD1tEHl7Ng/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254146890367871474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6wlYZqfI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/zbD1tEHl7Ng/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, that is my husband cleaning his gun in our bedroom, and yes, that is my two year old right in there with him investigating every inch of that gun, and helping his dad clean the barrel until it shined!  Cody was so into it, he wouldn't even look at me, and neither would Cory!  This hunting business is not something to be taken lightly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6w3c0tBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/MvGE0LuEDPI/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254146895218258962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6w3c0tBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/MvGE0LuEDPI/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually, I was pretty impressed with Cody for staying with it until the job was done.  He LOVED helping his dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6xGuOSPI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Ud4004kZalg/s1600-h/confrence+weekend+10-08+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254146899317770482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6xGuOSPI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Ud4004kZalg/s320/confrence+weekend+10-08+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory would put the cleaning stuff on, and then Cody would do the rest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RedNeck&lt;/span&gt; can you get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-8183989946760932106?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/8183989946760932106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=8183989946760932106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8183989946760932106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8183989946760932106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/cory-chronicles.html' title='Cory Chronicles'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SOp6ve_rN6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/XNGoV-TGKm4/s72-c/confrence+weekend+10-08+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-46839634088204222</id><published>2008-10-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:57:21.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Happy Dance....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In case you were wondering....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is how you do a happy Dance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-669be9dd1c3a9030" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D669be9dd1c3a9030%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059014%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E3651361B7B0B78C391BB03F7793A42FC97EFEB.33B7DA9920920F7705FD1C1AD6C97224CD81F1AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D669be9dd1c3a9030%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsOGYAvvYtXyxOanQeNcPM1ptHVE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D669be9dd1c3a9030%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059014%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E3651361B7B0B78C391BB03F7793A42FC97EFEB.33B7DA9920920F7705FD1C1AD6C97224CD81F1AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D669be9dd1c3a9030%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsOGYAvvYtXyxOanQeNcPM1ptHVE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-46839634088204222?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=669be9dd1c3a9030&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/46839634088204222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=46839634088204222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/46839634088204222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/46839634088204222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-happy-dance.html' title='This is a Happy Dance....'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-8203885233117818757</id><published>2008-10-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:04:04.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to... MOON IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Cody is totally into the movie "Madagascar".  I think he can quote the whole movie, but there is a part in the movie when the Lemur dudes sing this song... "I like to move it, move it, I like to move it, move it"  you get the picture...  Anyway, I don't know if Cody thinks it sounds like Moon, or if he can't say his V's, but he sings it "I like to Moon it, Moon it" and when it gets to the part where they pause and then yell move it!, Cody just yells out "MOON IT!!"  I think it is absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hysterical&lt;/span&gt;, which is probably why I let him watch it so much.  Not to mention the fact that this is the only movie that holds Bo's attention, and there are parts where he just laughs out loud and he has the cutest laugh, needless to say, I love this movie just for the pure pleasure it gives my children, and by proxy, me!  So in Cody's words... "You got to MOON IT!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-8203885233117818757?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/8203885233117818757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=8203885233117818757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8203885233117818757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/8203885233117818757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-like-to-moon-it.html' title='I like to... MOON IT!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-7211304581056573996</id><published>2008-09-30T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:32:05.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Becky you weirdo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Did you date someone from your high school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William, the 1976 Ford Station Wagon. The gas pedal used to get stuck down, so we would drive through the parking lot yelling at people to get out of the way. Then my Junior Year my parents gave me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Convertible&lt;/span&gt;. We made the news in that car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was your most embarrassing moment in high school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cow, there are just too many to name! I was such a dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Were you a party animal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ummmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Were you a nerd?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck Yes! I was a total nerd! Was.... I guess I still am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Were you on any varsity teams?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Drill Team count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Did you get suspended/expelled?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I was in trouble all the time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sluffing&lt;/span&gt;. Good Times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Can you still sing the fight song? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course! And may I say, I give it a little Flavor!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Who were your favorite teachers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember any! Isn't that awful!? I was hardly there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never there for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. School Mascot?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14.Did you go to homecoming and with who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went, but I don't remember who I went with!!! I'll have to go back through the pics to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. If you could go back and do it again, would you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;High school&lt;/span&gt;, but I would really rather die than have to go through that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. What do you remember most about graduation?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot where we went but I remember my friends and I all took a bunch of NO Doz so we were up ALL night! I remember thinking it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Where did you go senior skip day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought every day was senior skip day! I didn't know they had just one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Have you gained weight since then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two babies later, YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Who was your prom date?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bauman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came and went... I was in Lake Powell, so I didn't go, but I don't think I would have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Looking back, what advice would you give yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be such a dork!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-7211304581056573996?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/7211304581056573996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=7211304581056573996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7211304581056573996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/7211304581056573996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-for-becky-you-weirdo.html' title='This is for Becky you weirdo!!!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-5070209182453227176</id><published>2008-09-30T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:28:21.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need H E L P!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are potty training at the Huntsman House, and it's not going as good as it could!  I bought some cool underpants, and Cody loved them.  I bought some treats and some little toys and he knows he only gets them when he gets on the potty, and he's doing really well with SITTING on the potty, but so far it's a no go for the actually GOING in the potty!  I need some tips, or pointers, or some fresh ideas!  This boy is ready to be potty trained, and I am failing him!  :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Motha&lt;/span&gt; out people!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225932747277225757-5070209182453227176?l=huntsmancory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/feeds/5070209182453227176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225932747277225757&amp;postID=5070209182453227176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5070209182453227176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225932747277225757/posts/default/5070209182453227176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huntsmancory.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-h-e-l-p.html' title='I need H E L P!!!'/><author><name>Cory and Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16373539941997959712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SU6Hz0wd93I/AAAAAAAABI8/ghTkLIkzpiE/S220/Cory+%26+Holly+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225932747277225757.post-2019429004098701617</id><published>2008-09-25T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:31:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday Bo Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;My baby is finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OnE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's hard to believe that a year ago today I was in the hospital with a new baby!  I remember David got home from his mission on a Wednesday, his homecoming was on Sunday, I went to the Dr. on Monday to have my membranes stripped, and I went to the Hospital Tuesday morning to have my baby!  It seemed like it all happened so fast! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cory and I went to the Hospital Tuesday morning around 6:00am to get things started.  My mom came to stay with Cody for me, and I was suppose to call her when it was time to push so she could get there in time.  I was in labor for about 12 hours.  For some reason, I always get stuck at a 5.  For the most part, Bo's labor and deliver were awesome.  The only glitch was the epidural.  I had to get it 4 times before they got it right!  Actually, I think if I would have given it a little more time to work the first time, it probably would have been fine, but I was in so much pain!  The poor anesthesiologist worked on giving me an epidural for over an hour!  The first one wasn't doing anything, the second one made my legs go numb, but I could still feel the contractions, the third one made my head feel like it was going to explode, and the fourth one made my face and hands go numb, but I could still feel the contractions, so finally he put it back where he did it the first time, and it finally worked!  But man I was sick!  When he came in to give me my epidural, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to like a four, so when he finally got it right, the nurse told me we would probably have to start some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pitocin&lt;/span&gt; to get my labor going again because my contractions had slowed down.  This didn't seem right, because the whole time the guy was working on my epidural, my contraction were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ripping&lt;/span&gt; me in two!  Well, the nurse checked, and all the sudden she said, oh!  Your ready to push!  What?!?  I was so tired and so worn out from being so sick and hurting so bad I honestly did not have it in me to try and push!  I was freezing from sweating so bad so the nurse had to bring me in warm blankets, and when they checked my baby, they said they were worried about his heart because I guess my contraction were squeezing the little guy, so they hurried and gave me a water catheter to help cushion the contractions.  Anyway, I had Cory call my mom and tell her to hurry and get there, so she came in right before the doctor did.  We had my mom &amp;amp; dad, Cory's mom, Sally, and Cory all in the room waiting for little Bo to get there.  David and his friend Carolina were waiting in the hall along with the rest of Cory's family.  Finally, it was time to push, and they had given me a little break to rest up before the pushing so I was ready to go.  The Doctor said "Give me a big push" so I started pushing, and I wasn't even half way done with my push before the doctor was saying "Stop Pushing!  Here he is!"  It was awesome!  Bo came in a big gush of water (from the water catheter) and he was absolutely beautiful!  He was perfect in every way!  The nurses gave him a little sugar water to raise is blood sugar levels, but other than that he was healthy and happy and just the perfect baby!  He has been such a blessing to our little family, and his sweet spirit just makes me melt!  He is mellow and laid back, and he takes everything in stride!  We always say he's as good as Cody is naughty!  This last year has been so much fun watching him grow and develop.  He is so handsome and smart!  I am so grateful for him and feel so blessed to be trusted with such a sweet little spirit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For Bo's birthday, we decided to get in the mood for Halloween, so we had a trick-or-treat birthday!  It was a blast and even though I don't think Bo really knew the party was for him, he had a blast!  Here some pictures from my babies first birthday!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Bo Baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxkethKHrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/bsbMO2MOnPA/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250181744384679602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxkethKHrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/bsbMO2MOnPA/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxkevrFSPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/jHm97o4hihk/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250181744963176690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxkevrFSPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/jHm97o4hihk/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo's birthday dinner was Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cesar's&lt;/span&gt; pizza (his favorite) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; you can tell he was totally loving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxkeT6dlmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/hicI4jxMC7c/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250181737511491170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxkeT6dlmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/hicI4jxMC7c/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom is Awesome!  She made Bo her famous German Chocolate cake from scratch, and holy cow it was good!  Bo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lOvEd&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxlyhvf-kI/AAAAAAAAAqw/yGJcWysrbrI/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250183184332618306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxlyhvf-kI/AAAAAAAAAqw/yGJcWysrbrI/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cory helped Bo open his presents, and he was really into it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxlytuZTcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/zJpJcTfK0js/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250183187549212098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxlytuZTcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/zJpJcTfK0js/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he started to get a little overwhelmed....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxly-o76RI/AAAAAAAAArA/MHID_1eNxTM/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250183192089717010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxly-o76RI/AAAAAAAAArA/MHID_1eNxTM/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, he was just done!  He got so many great gifts, but he was just ready to play with them instead of trying to open more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxnlOADFSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ecn0Djch0SM/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250185154718274850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxnlOADFSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ecn0Djch0SM/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was fine with Cody and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; that Bo lost interest, because they just jumped right in and took over where he left off!  They were loving Bo's birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxlyYL0pPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/oVgGTDhj7Xg/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250183181767058674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxlyYL0pPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/oVgGTDhj7Xg/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bo got all these great toys, and a bunch of other stuff, but of course, his favorite thing were a pair of "scary eye" glasses!  He thought they were hilarious!  Of course the rest of us thought they were pretty funny too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxlyf5NeDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/5YR3Ewbbxq8/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250183183836477490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxlyf5NeDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/5YR3Ewbbxq8/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxoqqrq1YI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u_wSytMk4oA/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250186347828401538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxoqqrq1YI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u_wSytMk4oA/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here he is playing with one of his new toys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxorNdSrTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/d2reiL6IgWU/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250186357163339058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxorNdSrTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/d2reiL6IgWU/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He got a Ball toy that keeps him pretty busy. I'm thinking this will probably be one of MY favorites!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxmpHY-EjI/AAAAAAAAArY/RUAg_9ZYlKU/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250184122151604786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxmpHY-EjI/AAAAAAAAArY/RUAg_9ZYlKU/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally it was time to do the Birthday Cake deal!  My mom got these Skull Flashlight things that light up.  (You can't really tell in the pictures, but they were really cute!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxnkHsP3WI/AAAAAAAAArw/K513kpWKrbg/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250185135844744546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxnkHsP3WI/AAAAAAAAArw/K513kpWKrbg/s320/Bo%27s+Birthday+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought the cake into Bo, and he just wanted to touch the candles!  It was making me pretty nervous, but he didn't burn himself!  He just liked his cake a lot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aE9wHQj3-TU/SNxnknKl8SI/AAAAAAAAAsA/OtBHtnTcxU8/s1600-h/Bo%27s+Birthday+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 
