<?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-8888866562474551217</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:27:47.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan and Sarah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888866562474551217.post-8113161707959020177</id><published>2009-12-30T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:43:59.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times with Aunt Beth</title><content type='html'>So Aunt Beth invited Jeremy,&amp;nbsp;Riley and Deanna to come play, and then for Riley and Deanna to&amp;nbsp;spend the night at her home, but first they had to stop at the grocery store to pick up pizza and junk food (neccessities of all good slumber parties).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SzwqsmzGSLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5evD0ujXjkw/s1600-h/three+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SzwqsmzGSLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5evD0ujXjkw/s320/three+kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunt Beth:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Someone has to watch Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deanna and Riley in unison:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Not it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;All three children ran is separate directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So they put Jeremy in on of those race car shopping carts and Riley wants to ride in the car too!&amp;nbsp; Which was fine until they were in the checkout line and Riley was stuck!&amp;nbsp; Aunt Beth needed Jeremy to get out first so Riley would have room to negotiate himself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SzwqwZPpNyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ArQIjINCoxU/s1600-h/shop+cart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SzwqwZPpNyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ArQIjINCoxU/s320/shop+cart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunt Beth:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Jeremy get out of the car so Riley can get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; NOOOOO!!!! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Beth got Jermy out and put him in the shopping cart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Jeremy climbed on top of the car part of the cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth asked me later, "Is this what its like everytime you go shopping?"&lt;br /&gt;My reply, "No, I also have a 6 month old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SzwrhncIgTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fRNFdGZ0poc/s1600-h/cdog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SzwrhncIgTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fRNFdGZ0poc/s320/cdog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the car ride home the children wanted to play slug bug.&amp;nbsp; Aunt Beth said OK, but no hitting the driver.&amp;nbsp; Riley thought that wasn't a good rule, but Deanna understood that it was for safety reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Szwr_a9shOI/AAAAAAAAANA/QzUiUzsKpQY/s1600-h/vw-bug-1937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Szwr_a9shOI/AAAAAAAAANA/QzUiUzsKpQY/s320/vw-bug-1937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunt Beth:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; You could hit me and break the knobby thing off my arm bone like Aunt Margaret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riley:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, I am pretty strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deanna:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yeah, and Aunt Beth is pretty old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Aunt Beth.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if she will be inviting the children over again any time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8888866562474551217-8113161707959020177?l=bshunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/8113161707959020177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-times-with-aunt-beth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/8113161707959020177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/8113161707959020177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-times-with-aunt-beth.html' title='Good Times with Aunt Beth'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SzwqsmzGSLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5evD0ujXjkw/s72-c/three+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888866562474551217.post-5769652079641456206</id><published>2009-12-17T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:09:37.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;“Well, are you coming?” asks the conductor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;“Where?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;“Why, to the North Pole, of course,” was his answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;“This is the Polar Express!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was our ward's Christmas Party!  It was so much fun, the kids loved it and so did we! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq1UPXumlI/AAAAAAAAALc/6QvZNC2vdbc/s1600-h/Setup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416340861194508882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq1UPXumlI/AAAAAAAAALc/6QvZNC2vdbc/s400/Setup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The theme, if you couldn't already tell was "The Polar Express."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq1HiKVoJI/AAAAAAAAALU/9BEgkd8HFZM/s1600-h/On+the+Train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416340642900320402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq1HiKVoJI/AAAAAAAAALU/9BEgkd8HFZM/s400/On+the+Train.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are two of my boys on the train! Jeremy loved, loved, loved it. I had such a hard time getting him out of there. Bryan and I are on the activity committee so they were amoung a select few children allowed behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq06U3Tz7I/AAAAAAAAALM/LAjuodcnaNc/s1600-h/Conductor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416340415992549298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq06U3Tz7I/AAAAAAAAALM/LAjuodcnaNc/s400/Conductor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even had a conductor take us on a journey through the mountains and snow. You know where he was taking us, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To see Santa of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq03bPT2II/AAAAAAAAALE/lWiCioYHXsE/s1600-h/Riley+n+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416340366164220034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq03bPT2II/AAAAAAAAALE/lWiCioYHXsE/s400/Riley+n+Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Riley with Mr. and Mrs. Claus. I think he may be getting to the age where he is too cool for santa. Why, you ask? Well, when we told him to go get in line to see Santa, he replied, "do I have to?" However, I think he is still a believer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0yRPCb5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/WdrseEys2XM/s1600-h/Cody+N+Santa3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416340277579378578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0yRPCb5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/WdrseEys2XM/s400/Cody+N+Santa3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our little Cody and his first visit with Santa. He didn't mind at all, in fact he was so interested in the bell Santa gave him I'm not sure he even noticed I was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0lzkwJQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dvfcZolewJ0/s1600-h/Jeremy+N+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416340063458960642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0lzkwJQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dvfcZolewJ0/s400/Jeremy+N+Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was also Jeremy's first experience with Santa. He was so excited to see him and he wanted to go meet him! But when it was our turn he cried and clung to me. Big surprise for a two year old huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0iO4eyfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/htoDXdDmN1c/s1600-h/B+N+Cody.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416340002069989874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0iO4eyfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/htoDXdDmN1c/s400/B+N+Cody.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody and B, having fun! And just in case you haven't figured it out by now, we were in our pjs because that is what you wear when you ride the Polar Express!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0TYf5-ZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KghUCFdW5g4/s1600-h/Riley+N+Friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416339746953230738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0TYf5-ZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KghUCFdW5g4/s400/Riley+N+Friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley and his buddies. It was nice that they paused for one picture. I'm so happy that he has made friends so easily in our new ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0HF9HcWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rE_loCZ1E6M/s1600-h/Jeremy+N+Doughnut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416339535817044322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq0HF9HcWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rE_loCZ1E6M/s400/Jeremy+N+Doughnut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy with his doughnut. The best part of the night for him and a fantastic reward for meeting Santa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8888866562474551217-5769652079641456206?l=bshunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/5769652079641456206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-aboard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/5769652079641456206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/5769652079641456206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-aboard.html' title='All Aboard!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Syq1UPXumlI/AAAAAAAAALc/6QvZNC2vdbc/s72-c/Setup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888866562474551217.post-6700165909673847312</id><published>2009-09-09T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:43:59.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Shirt</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago I was getting Jeremy dressed and told him we were going over to Grandpa's house. He picked out a new shirt to wear, but when I put it on him it was to big! I tried to take it off, but Jeremy screamed NOOOO!!!! and held his hands over the buttons so I couldn't undo them. He then ran off to find Bryan, and pointing to his shirt said "Papa's Shirt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379601085171035458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sqgur0Ls7UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ebinzN_-3sY/s400/P9040053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I hadn't thought it looked like Grandpa's shirts when I bought it.... but yup, its Grandpa's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I worry that at age 2 Jeremy is getting fashion tips from his Grandpa?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/8888866562474551217-6700165909673847312?l=bshunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/6700165909673847312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/09/grandpas-shirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/6700165909673847312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/6700165909673847312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/09/grandpas-shirt.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Shirt'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sqgur0Ls7UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ebinzN_-3sY/s72-c/P9040053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888866562474551217.post-3995562902349890788</id><published>2009-07-31T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:32:54.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody Jacksen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Becca recently took some AWESOME pictures of my new little guy, Cody Jacksen! It was a really fun photo shoot, and she captured some pretty great faces on Cody. Here a just a few of the pictures....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364739058460105986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNhwAQtnQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s6HZIO3Orxg/s400/CodyHunt+(22+2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNggY9214I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bt_IUamqOKU/s1600-h/CodyHunt+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the newest love of my life! Isn't he precious?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNgUXcTUCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ebin-3b7Gk/s1600-h/CodyHunt+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364737484134764578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNgUXcTUCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ebin-3b7Gk/s400/CodyHunt+(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So peacefull....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNgNukxwHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EMplt3vD9pg/s1600-h/CodyHunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364737370085245042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNgNukxwHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EMplt3vD9pg/s400/CodyHunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love his face!  It looks like he's laughing! ... probably just gas though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNgFEk0nOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/A7YZ5gMOa0U/s1600-h/CodyHunt+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364737221372189922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNgFEk0nOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/A7YZ5gMOa0U/s400/CodyHunt+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oohhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNfzd9368I/AAAAAAAAAG0/kbeasCSw6tY/s1600-h/CodyHunt+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364736918950505410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNfzd9368I/AAAAAAAAAG0/kbeasCSw6tY/s400/CodyHunt+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teny tiny feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNfsuLWcHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/g81DpXA2vq0/s1600-h/CodyHunt+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364736803042914418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNfsuLWcHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/g81DpXA2vq0/s400/CodyHunt+(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And teny, tiny hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Becca, you are a very talented and creative woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8888866562474551217-3995562902349890788?l=bshunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/3995562902349890788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/07/cody-jacksen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/3995562902349890788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/3995562902349890788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/07/cody-jacksen.html' title='Cody Jacksen'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SnNhwAQtnQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s6HZIO3Orxg/s72-c/CodyHunt+(22+2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888866562474551217.post-9188890153790358344</id><published>2009-07-26T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:49:51.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jeremy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jeremy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I can't belive you are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;years old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0OUJ-pPVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cg2nHoAxccY/s1600-h/jj+truck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362958470706969938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0OUJ-pPVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cg2nHoAxccY/s400/jj+truck.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0FUMF91PI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Of4PxM1HEKI/s1600-h/P6251088.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;What happened to my little baby boy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I look at Jeremy now and I can't believe he is so big! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He is definately a toddler now, a big boy! Not a baby anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0FMJlhLsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O0VO_6P2JKI/s1600-h/jeremy_born_002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362948437557980866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0FMJlhLsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O0VO_6P2JKI/s400/jeremy_born_002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my chunky little guy, so here are a few pics of how I still remember Jeremy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0FIDm8aqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/laFrmj6EGyY/s1600-h/PA070130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362948367233870498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0FIDm8aqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/laFrmj6EGyY/s400/PA070130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeremy at his blessing. Such an angel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0FAZM2nEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kj3eUIvsbZc/s1600-h/PA310293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362948235591064642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0FAZM2nEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kj3eUIvsbZc/s400/PA310293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My snuggly little pooh bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0E3CRo_uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ps7UYvKgc6E/s1600-h/P3260068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362948074818305762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0E3CRo_uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ps7UYvKgc6E/s400/P3260068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My chunkster! He could definately pack it away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0EvwEGXLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mjxQ7Jcsqps/s1600-h/P2230669_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0ElUH18eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BYcud8Hjl_w/s1600-h/P6140211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362947770371404258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0ElUH18eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BYcud8Hjl_w/s400/P6140211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always Grandpa's little helper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0EdB1IkLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tmVhUwmfPAY/s1600-h/P6180222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362947628022141106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0EdB1IkLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tmVhUwmfPAY/s400/P6180222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And always getting into mischief! (well at least that hasn't changed!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0EUslO4GI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QEBGDsdj5Js/s1600-h/P7040247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362947484879347810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0EUslO4GI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QEBGDsdj5Js/s400/P7040247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I really miss the first year. Not that this last year hasn't been a blast too! Its been pretty awsome building sand castles and really playing around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0EMiVo8mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ad7ERUbxAx4/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362947344690639458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0EMiVo8mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ad7ERUbxAx4/s400/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday JJ! You are two and ready to take on the world! Go for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see what happens now. You take me on some crazy adventures and throw some awesome challenges at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love every minute of it! And I love you!&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/8888866562474551217-9188890153790358344?l=bshunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/9188890153790358344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-jeremy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/9188890153790358344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/9188890153790358344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-jeremy.html' title='Happy Birthday Jeremy!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sm0OUJ-pPVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cg2nHoAxccY/s72-c/jj+truck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888866562474551217.post-8030232210679501489</id><published>2009-07-04T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:09:17.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, I miss Colorado! So peacefull and relaxing. Nothing to do but sit on the porch and enjoy the 70 degree weather and sceanery. It was so tranquill, watching the boys fish while I read my book. I can't remember the last time I was able to sit down and enjoy a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354703240213572274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-6Of6QKrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bPTGqwgTY8E/s400/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great family reunion with Bryan's family in this beautiful home. There was so much to do from fishing at the pond in the back yard to riding quads to simply hanging on the porch. What a great vacation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354702529592507666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-5lIo_PRI/AAAAAAAAACc/csUWfTm7b24/s400/Picture+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is my little porch buddy and his older brother. Cody was such a snuggler and sleeper. Jeremy just can't stop kissing him. He was a big hit with his Grammy, aunts, and cousins. I barely got to hold him! ... except of course at about 3am when he would refuse to sleep!! But I love him anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354703053549610594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-6DoiGJmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dW6V7pt7H6M/s400/Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Bryan teaching Jeremy how to fish. Unfortunately they didn't have any luck at the pond. Poor Bryan, all he wanted was to just catch one fish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354702700687982354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-5vGBU_xI/AAAAAAAAACk/Yif8sWTGeV0/s400/Picture+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe Jeremy and Papa will have better luck? Its just so sweet how much this kid loves his Papa! Anywhere Papa goes, Jeremy is running after him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354705665665992194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-8brbLBgI/AAAAAAAAADM/EJGP-ZVEf-Y/s400/Picture+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Well, Jeremy was able to finally get in touch with his feminine side on vacation. Any time his cousin dropped her baby doll, he'd pick her up. He would cuddle her, pat her back and give her kisses. Too cute! It must be the influence of a new baby in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-5cCPZ9dI/AAAAAAAAACU/zP35GIZZEds/s1600-h/Picture+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354702373255771602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-5cCPZ9dI/AAAAAAAAACU/zP35GIZZEds/s400/Picture+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not to worry to much though about Jeremy and his femininity. He is still a boy through and through. He loved riding around on the quads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-5JyW9ySI/AAAAAAAAACM/omhMUwk0iJo/s1600-h/Picture+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354702059754866978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-5JyW9ySI/AAAAAAAAACM/omhMUwk0iJo/s400/Picture+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He especially loved riding with Riley. Jeremy holds on tight as Riley says "Look Dad! No hands!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now if you have noticed there is a definate lack of Riley pictures. Not my fault! He was busy running around with the cousins, only checking in for meals and bed time. And besides I was busy relaxing on the porch watching to make sure Jeremy didn't go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-488xfTvI/AAAAAAAAACE/bK2izwo8FB4/s1600-h/Picture+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354701839212170994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-488xfTvI/AAAAAAAAACE/bK2izwo8FB4/s400/Picture+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now here is a quad that Jeremy just didn't want to get off. A quick ride around the block was just not enough! Common dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, Colorado was a fantastic family vacation!&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/8888866562474551217-8030232210679501489?l=bshunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/8030232210679501489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/07/colorado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/8030232210679501489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/8030232210679501489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/07/colorado.html' title='Colorado'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sk-6Of6QKrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bPTGqwgTY8E/s72-c/Picture+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888866562474551217.post-5120055493518208321</id><published>2009-05-26T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:56:31.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little League</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little League is over now, but what a great season! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rockies are Undefeated!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... so who cares that scores aren't kept in coach pitch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340343766191326930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Shy2XGpORtI/AAAAAAAAABM/5urGcW-Zh2s/s200/riley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is Riley, looking the professional base ball player during warm up. Don't forget to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340343920195871154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Shy2gEWxIbI/AAAAAAAAABU/CXS3fK7q6u4/s200/warm+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bryan was their coach! Here he is warming up with his team. Go Coach Hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Shy2nYOEHSI/AAAAAAAAABc/BYFRdvC9Kkg/s1600-h/run+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340344045787159842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Shy2nYOEHSI/AAAAAAAAABc/BYFRdvC9Kkg/s200/run+home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Riley waiting at third base to run home! Riley turned out to be quite the hitter. He didn't strike out once! .... could this be why his number is #1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340344303855598034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Shy22ZmX-dI/AAAAAAAAABk/5jtvXVBLOfM/s200/at+home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... and here he comes! Home run Riley! &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/8888866562474551217-5120055493518208321?l=bshunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/5120055493518208321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-league.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/5120055493518208321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/5120055493518208321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-league.html' title='Little League'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Shy2XGpORtI/AAAAAAAAABM/5urGcW-Zh2s/s72-c/riley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888866562474551217.post-1963749068710340586</id><published>2009-05-13T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:08:54.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Trip</title><content type='html'>Ok, so our zoo trip was actually 2 months ago.... but here are some cool pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jeremy chillin' with his Grandpa. They are best buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336095693587672754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sg2ewu_I7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/MENDzCeVtl0/s320/zoo+with+gpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first main attration was a squirel. We were right outside a monkey exhibit, but the squirel got all the attention. poor monkey....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335422490491652290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sgs6fKBiiMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qqbr2A-lNBs/s320/zoo+squirel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't let the boys pet the squirel, but I did let them pet the goats. They loved it! They weren't scared at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336094443093634802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sg2dn8iILvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EwnVuS5VpOw/s320/zoo+goats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up were the sting rays! Jeremy wanted nothing to do with them, but Keane was very adventurous! He got up on the side wall with me and put his arm in the water trying to touch the rays. When one finally came up high enough for his little hand to touch it kind of scared him! He pulled his arm out so fast and pushed himself off the wall. But not to worry, about 3 seconds later he wanted back up and touched 2 more rays! This time he was all smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336095229973839090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sg2eVv4_PPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9yOPQ_SWS0c/s320/zoo+sting+ray.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's favorite part of the zoo was 'riding' the tractor. I think he must spend too much time with his grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336095480681049250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sg2ekV2PrKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FDf8RUqfOCw/s320/zoo+tractor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8888866562474551217-1963749068710340586?l=bshunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/1963749068710340586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoo-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/1963749068710340586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/1963749068710340586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoo-trip.html' title='Zoo Trip'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sg2ewu_I7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/MENDzCeVtl0/s72-c/zoo+with+gpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888866562474551217.post-8838996731588557549</id><published>2009-03-07T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:37:31.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Next Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SbLZ9W8m_qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0Yxnuz3_AGI/s1600-h/Baby+Hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310546558778277538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SbLZ9W8m_qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0Yxnuz3_AGI/s320/Baby+Hunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, looks like I'm gonna have another boy in the house!  As if I'm not already surrounded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't he handsome?!?!&lt;/strong&gt; (or maybe I'm just biased)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept moving his arm over his face during the ultrasound, so it was kinda hard to get a clear picture.  Oh well, I guess he's just a little bit shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today his name is Cody, but we'll see..... he's also been called Jonathan, Andrew, Justin, and Brandon.  We just can't decide.  Nothing seems right yet... maybe we just have to wait until we can see his face.  June 15th is right around the corner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8888866562474551217-8838996731588557549?l=bshunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/feeds/8838996731588557549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-next-addition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/8838996731588557549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8888866562474551217/posts/default/8838996731588557549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bshunt.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-next-addition.html' title='Our Next Addition'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/Sy7ye15sOYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rzVU6HvyVhE/S220/Sarah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86MnYBEA9w/SbLZ9W8m_qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0Yxnuz3_AGI/s72-c/Baby+Hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
