<?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-8430651428778382375</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:36:57.280-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='school'/><category term='food'/><category term='baking'/><category term='kids'/><category term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>Say WHAT ???</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2403964032239984577</id><published>2012-02-12T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:32:59.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Disney movies teach!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I am a sale watcher and shopper.  In addition to a sale, I try and use a coupon on top to double my savings.  With that said, last summer at the end of the season, Crocs was running a sale on some of their sandals.  And in the summer I can not get Aidan and Mason out of sandals so I thought I would scoop some up.  There is a new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; style that is a sandal but it has toe bumpers so little rough boys do not scrap up their toes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6N7cjSY9jp4/Tzhk6JkE7KI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mh2dEsx5wnA/s320/Navy-and-Red-Crocband-Toe-Bumper-Flip-_11389_485_IS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708423477854530722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While organizing and putting away some laundry that I had washed today, I saw these shoes again.  I asked Mason to try them on since I bought them a little big knowing they would grow into them this summer.  And no surprise they will be perfect in the next 4 months when the weather warms up.  Just one small problem, the daddy-o hates them.  His response when he saw them was first, aren't they girls shoes.  I said no and he then said they are STUPID!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the mom, I got upset.  Not that he does not like them but that he said that in front of his boys.  Because boys want to be like their daddy.  And he doesn't like them then they will not like them.  And then we are out of the money.  In addition to the money aspect, if I choose to not have them wear them and then they see another kid with them on they might repeat what they heard their father say and hurt that kids feelings.  I quickly told Brian not to say stuff like that in front of the boys.  Aidan pipes right up and tells his daddy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF YOU DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN DO NOT SAY ANYTHING AT ALL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the shock wore off I asked him where he learned that?  I was expecting him to say Mrs. Jordan (his preschool teacher ) but he said, Bambi.  His mom on the movie said it.  Love Disney movies for their moral teachings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2403964032239984577?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2403964032239984577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-disney-movies-teach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2403964032239984577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2403964032239984577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-disney-movies-teach.html' title='What Disney movies teach!!'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6N7cjSY9jp4/Tzhk6JkE7KI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mh2dEsx5wnA/s72-c/Navy-and-Red-Crocband-Toe-Bumper-Flip-_11389_485_IS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-3648691172614950969</id><published>2012-02-05T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:36:07.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this kid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I made spaghetti for dinner this evening.  It was simply small shells and sauce with a garlic knot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dfU8ByK1CbE/Ty8ucvgOY_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/CWhdzeg9_14/s320/IMG_4584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705830324224549874" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aidan looks at me and says, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Is this it?  No vegetables?  I like vegetables!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-3648691172614950969?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3648691172614950969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-is-this-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3648691172614950969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3648691172614950969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-is-this-kid.html' title='Who is this kid?'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dfU8ByK1CbE/Ty8ucvgOY_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/CWhdzeg9_14/s72-c/IMG_4584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-864884408302742831</id><published>2012-02-03T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T18:38:51.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the boys&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt; fifth &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; approaches so many things about their life come to mind.  Many milestones have been marked down and recorded over the past years.  And before their birthday, I will recording yet another milestone.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learning to ride their bike with no training wheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week, on Tuesday, was the first day Brian took the training wheels off their bikes.  They are off and ever going back on.  Since the "baby" wheels are gone, getting the boys out as often as possible to for practice.  On Tuesday, we took the boys to a local ball park to that teach them on something softer than asphalt.  However, Brian and I did not take into account the rain this area recently received.  The infield was too soft and the wheels were just sinking down too much for them to really learn.  The bare spots in the outfield however, were hard enough to start.  As they got better and were riding longer, they began traveling onto the taller grass.  Navigating in the grass became taxing so unfortunately we ended where we never wanted them to begin, the asphalt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the parking lot, the road was flat and the boys could ride better.  Better is putting it loosely.  The boys were still having a hard time sitting up straight.  That in turn means they were not staying up that long.  When they did, it was a long ride as long as they kept peddling.   The next day, Brian took Mason back to do more practicing.  Aidan said he did not want to go.  Hence, Mason got one-on-one learning/patience with Brian.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will not be long before we are taking family bike rides and enjoying nice afternoons together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-864884408302742831?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/864884408302742831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/02/as-boys-fifth-birthday-approaches-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/864884408302742831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/864884408302742831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/02/as-boys-fifth-birthday-approaches-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-4713551936657500353</id><published>2012-01-28T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:52:17.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st football game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV_lYQbDXAw/TySVVgxweRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1hvphEliOCg/s1600/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV_lYQbDXAw/TySVVgxweRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1hvphEliOCg/s320/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702847224966314258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year when the boys started school they gained a lot of friends.  One of their friends is extra special, Marley.  (Mason likes her, and we think she likes Aidan -- and so it begins)  Not only do they enjoy playing with her more than other kids but I gained a fabulous friend, Becky.  With this adult friendship came some wonderful benefits in addition to the friendship, ODU football games.  See Marley's dad is an ODU football Coach.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QE_oePTclWw/TySWbp9GYRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/kYZahuqivZI/s200/IMG_3163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702848430020649234" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky has been nice enough this season to offer us tickets to go to the games with her.  This is nothing Brian or I expected but we are honored to enjoy.  On this particular Saturday the game was early so they boys go to go instead of Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV_lYQbDXAw/TySVVgxweRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1hvphEliOCg/s1600/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2VftlcBoAk/TySWvwg7kpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/G7m-dzdhs9I/s200/IMG_3160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702848775378932370" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is Becky with her and Michael's youngest, Brandon.  And Aidan was enjoying most of the game sitting on Becky's moms lap, Mary.  Her parents were in town this weekend and were at the game too.  I was thankful Mary didn't mind having him on her lap.  Because he did sit still with her and watch the game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are looking forward to supporting the team again in 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GO BIG BLUE!!&lt;/div&gt;&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/8430651428778382375-4713551936657500353?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4713551936657500353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-football-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4713551936657500353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4713551936657500353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-football-game.html' title='1st football game'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV_lYQbDXAw/TySVVgxweRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1hvphEliOCg/s72-c/IMG_3154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5085559769912047575</id><published>2012-01-28T15:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:53:24.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skateboarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nc8A_vaHJeU/TySIihBN4AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PbkyY3lSyPI/s1600/IMG_4746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nc8A_vaHJeU/TySIihBN4AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PbkyY3lSyPI/s320/IMG_4746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702833154718294018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skateboarding is a family affair.  Well at least for 3 of us at a time.  We just need to get one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0tDYfgs20As/TySH5daTb1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Ux2T0-RtFTk/s1600/IMG_4722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0tDYfgs20As/TySH5daTb1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Ux2T0-RtFTk/s320/IMG_4722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702832449375137618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A while back my cousin Josh and his girlfriend Krystin watched the boys for me so I could go get a few things down.  On that day, my cousin introduced them to skateboards.  They really did not do anything special with them but sit on them and have races down the driveway.  That however was enough to make them desire one of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vfwh9fm7kc/TySHs7gyOHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/z0MnO1e012c/s1600/IMG_4720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vfwh9fm7kc/TySHs7gyOHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/z0MnO1e012c/s320/IMG_4720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702832234117085298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Christmas, Santa brought them their wish.  They got their very first skateboard.  Talk about stoked.  Since Christmas morning, they have had the opportunity to "ride" them 3 times.  Today being one of them.  I use the word ride loosely because all they want to do is kick.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This mom can still ride.  I don't do tricks but I can ride the board.  Thankfully it is a long board.  I can control that much better.  It is like surfing, the longer the board the slower it goes.  So I am counting on my cousin, who introduced them to this "sport", to teach them tricks and such.&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;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxssVjtEQKM/TySIRwDM-eI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DFLIIYqBJ5g/s320/IMG_4731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702832866695379426" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&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;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;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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5085559769912047575?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5085559769912047575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/skateboarding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5085559769912047575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5085559769912047575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/skateboarding.html' title='Skateboarding'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nc8A_vaHJeU/TySIihBN4AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PbkyY3lSyPI/s72-c/IMG_4746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8738665708946848414</id><published>2012-01-27T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:52:31.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tv Coma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoG_mx1poh8/TyNiAPZWR3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/j3jb2r8xWj8/s1600/IMG_4708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoG_mx1poh8/TyNiAPZWR3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/j3jb2r8xWj8/s320/IMG_4708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702509309453551474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when the boys watch television they seem to get into a mini coma.  Their eyes are fixed on the tv and when I get in their way they bob and weave.  It is quite ridiculous but the blessing is they do not get a lot of tv time for this reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36lXicfkmVc/TyNh2fwf3MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QHHKQ9q95tE/s1600/IMG_4707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36lXicfkmVc/TyNh2fwf3MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QHHKQ9q95tE/s320/IMG_4707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702509142046923970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit and watch television with my boys, I ask myself, how did I ever like the stuff they watch now.  MacGyver is a prime example.  Crazy we see things differently as children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8738665708946848414?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8738665708946848414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/tv-coma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8738665708946848414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8738665708946848414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/tv-coma.html' title='Tv Coma'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoG_mx1poh8/TyNiAPZWR3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/j3jb2r8xWj8/s72-c/IMG_4708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-1487243469012350075</id><published>2012-01-16T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:15:51.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A child's logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;January 14th -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;While getting dinner from Taco Bell.  The boys saw the workers inside getting some sodas together.  They asked if they were ours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;I told them no, I did not order any soda.  They asked why not? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;I said, why would I order and pay for something we already have at home?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Aidan's response was because it tastes better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-1487243469012350075?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1487243469012350075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/childs-logic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1487243469012350075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1487243469012350075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/childs-logic.html' title='A child&apos;s logic'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2851057945180754781</id><published>2012-01-16T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:58:30.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian's 1st Deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCrxvNRIqx4/TxTE-UgIbQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/82-tOHlAIww/s1600/bhunting11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCrxvNRIqx4/TxTE-UgIbQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/82-tOHlAIww/s320/bhunting11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698396003464932610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end of hunting season brought this family a nice surprise.  A deer !!  This is Brian's 3rd season hunting and each year has produced nothing but cold days in the tree stand and money spent out of our pockets until now.  December 2011, on Brian's first day out for the season, got himself a 6 pointer.  I will never again complain about the money that is required for the gear or the license.  They paid for themselves with this baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was the first deer we took the "hams" or the hind parts of the deer to the local butcher to be processed into ground meat and sausage.  This is the box from the &lt;a href="http://www.centralmeats.com"&gt;Butcher&lt;/a&gt;.  From this one deer we yielded 11 packages of ground meat and 4 packages of sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTJGIn2IQ3U/TxTEb-DhHnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3YrzHWbK-yM/s1600/IMG_4334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTJGIn2IQ3U/TxTEb-DhHnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3YrzHWbK-yM/s320/IMG_4334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698395413323783794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This does not include the loins and ribs in the freezer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have enjoyed cooking the venison in different ways.  And the boys love it when they ask what is for dinner and my response is deer.  "Daddy's Deer?"  "Yes boys, daddy's deer!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The head will be getting mounted as his trophy.  In addition to seeing the deer, the boys can be his story teller always.  They have really enjoyed telling anyone that will listen that their daddy killed a deer.  That he used a gun that shot one bullet and 18 came out.  (Brian used a shot gun)  So each time he went hunting after when he would come home they would ask if he saw or shot anymore deer.  They truly love their daddy and can not wait to go out there with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2851057945180754781?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2851057945180754781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/brians-1st-deer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2851057945180754781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2851057945180754781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/brians-1st-deer.html' title='Brian&apos;s 1st Deer'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCrxvNRIqx4/TxTE-UgIbQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/82-tOHlAIww/s72-c/bhunting11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-557562859016343648</id><published>2012-01-16T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:36:20.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This bed is mine Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Y_BBpmJPjY/TxTCMGMXK-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/WCYadinbzLY/s1600/IMG_4355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Y_BBpmJPjY/TxTCMGMXK-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/WCYadinbzLY/s400/IMG_4355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698392941607201762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess Aidan thought while I was downstairs watching a bit of television that he would take advantage to having the whole bed to himself.  Not much changed when I crawled in bed next to him to snuggle.  I slept the rest of Friday night with feet in my back.  Wouldn't change a thing..&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-557562859016343648?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/557562859016343648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-bed-is-mine-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/557562859016343648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/557562859016343648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-bed-is-mine-mom.html' title='This bed is mine Mom'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Y_BBpmJPjY/TxTCMGMXK-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/WCYadinbzLY/s72-c/IMG_4355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5752083124200889392</id><published>2012-01-16T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:38:34.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle Partners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCQnJBQJk1g/TxTRDggzXYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/05DnOR5bNhU/s1600/IMG_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCQnJBQJk1g/TxTRDggzXYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/05DnOR5bNhU/s320/IMG_4367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698409286727851394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This event occurred on Saturday the 14th  -  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Friday night since Brian has been working so much I told the boys that they could take turns sleeping in our bed, this is a special treat.  I can count on my one hand how many times this has happened.  We just do not want the boys getting into the habit of sleeping in our bed.  But with Brian working all weekend I thought it would be nice since the boys were missing their daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday night (13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;) was Aidan’s turn.  Thus, Saturday would be Mason's.  So on Saturday night, when I told the boys it was bedtime Aidan said he wanted to sleep upstairs too.  I told him no because it was Mason’s night.  As I went upstairs to tuck M&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ason in, Aidan came running upstairs trying to say he was staying too.  After a discussion that he wasn’t, he started crying.  (The discussion was about how Mason was polite enough to let him snuggle with mommy all alone and that he need to be just as polite back, giving Mason his turn alone.)  Aidan then proceeded to tell me he loved his brother and just wanted to lay with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With a broken heart, I gave in to him.  They both slept in my bed that night leaving me with little room.  This is how I found them when I went upstairs for bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-408hHGPr50s/TxTBvb6udwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HI2joAJ63V0/s320/IMG_4370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698392449222604546" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5752083124200889392?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5752083124200889392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/cuddle-partners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5752083124200889392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5752083124200889392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/cuddle-partners.html' title='Cuddle Partners'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCQnJBQJk1g/TxTRDggzXYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/05DnOR5bNhU/s72-c/IMG_4367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5625800350577915147</id><published>2012-01-16T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:25:05.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue as the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiugZ3t1HCc/TxS_jRaiAeI/AAAAAAAAATw/F3ugKAyOW88/s1600/IMG_4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiugZ3t1HCc/TxS_jRaiAeI/AAAAAAAAATw/F3ugKAyOW88/s320/IMG_4380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698390041221530082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span  &gt; Look at those Eyes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UIj_W0QXkSY/TxS_VyEJwiI/AAAAAAAAATk/frH4pYoOaww/s1600/IMG_4382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UIj_W0QXkSY/TxS_VyEJwiI/AAAAAAAAATk/frH4pYoOaww/s320/IMG_4382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698389809467867682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     &lt;span  &gt; Mesmerizing!!  My boys truly have the bluest  eyes I have ever seen.  I don’t think mine were even that blue.  They definitely get them from their granddad.  I can say that those eyes get them out of a lot of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5625800350577915147?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5625800350577915147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/blue-as-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5625800350577915147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5625800350577915147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/blue-as-sky.html' title='Blue as the Sky'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiugZ3t1HCc/TxS_jRaiAeI/AAAAAAAAATw/F3ugKAyOW88/s72-c/IMG_4380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5779238443656443582</id><published>2012-01-13T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:43:16.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I definitely do not blog enough.  And let me say I have plenty to blog about.  My boys are hams.  I just do not know how to put some of their funny stuff in words.  But it is a new year and I need to try because I have a ton of little pieces of paper with their stuff all over the office.  That is how memories get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5779238443656443582?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5779238443656443582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-definitely-do-not-blog-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5779238443656443582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5779238443656443582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-definitely-do-not-blog-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-1975938617256763099</id><published>2011-10-04T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:41:59.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Season as Begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpw_aFpj5Z8/TosRzp3-bsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g5vey1ATm-o/s1600/IMG_2868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpw_aFpj5Z8/TosRzp3-bsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g5vey1ATm-o/s320/IMG_2868.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan at practice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mason being patient&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what he was&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; his instructions as to what &lt;br /&gt;looking at.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;exercise they will be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5FCps2m9Xfg/TosSXFbuk8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/ywiy892lCLk/s1600/IMG_2873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5FCps2m9Xfg/TosSXFbuk8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/ywiy892lCLk/s320/IMG_2873.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zthw4j5l-AI/TosSQs7g3tI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HZyOjMfdI38/s1600/IMG_2872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zthw4j5l-AI/TosSQs7g3tI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HZyOjMfdI38/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ6o8upO14w/TosS3rsEoTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YEAaeHTUgBI/s1600/IMG_2910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ6o8upO14w/TosS3rsEoTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YEAaeHTUgBI/s320/IMG_2910.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must stretch before game time.&amp;nbsp; Well bunch ball...where all the kids chase after the same ball.&amp;nbsp; The fact that they are not touching the ball with their hands is an amazing task.&amp;nbsp; It will be a while before they get the concept of soccer in terms of everyone having a position.&amp;nbsp; Until that day comes I am just happy cheering for them at how well each and every kid does.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh08KZY9fr0/TosTKqfpx5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/BG3uzQcyjmQ/s1600/IMG_2917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh08KZY9fr0/TosTKqfpx5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/BG3uzQcyjmQ/s320/IMG_2917.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;GO TEAM!&amp;nbsp; LAKE TAYLOR STRIKERS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiHhmjUZGhQ/TosUGx07wjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/toRkDx4zAhA/s1600/IMG_2944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiHhmjUZGhQ/TosUGx07wjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/toRkDx4zAhA/s320/IMG_2944.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets go Aidan.&amp;nbsp; He was a little rock star on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; He did score a goal but I missed it because they had Mason playing on the adjacent field and I was watching my other little man when he scored.&amp;nbsp; I am so proud of him despite the fact I did not see it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdOy2357UuI/TosUe-1zaUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UnKu5Bgjgag/s1600/IMG_2958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdOy2357UuI/TosUe-1zaUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UnKu5Bgjgag/s320/IMG_2958.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers.&amp;nbsp; It is so great to see them playing this great sport together.&amp;nbsp; This first picture was them just kicking their ball around on a water break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKbRDAoWDlc/TosVMHbvedI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iGU2B8M5Xt8/s1600/IMG_2962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKbRDAoWDlc/TosVMHbvedI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iGU2B8M5Xt8/s320/IMG_2962.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this picture I think they are confused about what sport they are playing.&amp;nbsp; With their hands on their knees they look like they are ready for a baseball to be hit to them.&amp;nbsp; Not matter they sport they were definitely ready for the ball to come their way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a great 1st Saturday at the soccer fields.&amp;nbsp; Last season (in the spring) they "played" Little Strikers.&amp;nbsp; In the beginning of that season I was not sure how I would feel about it.&amp;nbsp; It is a fundamental based bracket where they teach the kids soccer through games like red light, green light.&amp;nbsp; And things like chase the tail.&amp;nbsp; The focus was on how to dribble the ball and not to touch the ball with your hands.&amp;nbsp; ----- With the practices the boys have had on their LT Strikers team and the fundamentals they learned last season I felt like they showed the little "skills" they possess well on the field Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I would tell any parent who is getting their little ones into soccer that the ﻿Little Strikers program is a great place to start.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am looking forward to watching my little guys progress as the season goes on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-1975938617256763099?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1975938617256763099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/10/aidan-at-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1975938617256763099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1975938617256763099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/10/aidan-at-practice.html' title='Soccer Season as Begun'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpw_aFpj5Z8/TosRzp3-bsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g5vey1ATm-o/s72-c/IMG_2868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2531698142928130794</id><published>2011-10-04T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:59:30.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be like my Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN1AiR3qqsY/TosPokjAKsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0wtSA317bcQ/s1600/IMG_2632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN1AiR3qqsY/TosPokjAKsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0wtSA317bcQ/s320/IMG_2632.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys will be Boys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And most often they want to be just like daddy.&amp;nbsp; This day was just a glimpse of some of the things they do or want to do like daddy.&amp;nbsp; When Brian gets out of the shower, he wraps his towel around his waist so that he can brush his teeth, walk around the house, etc before he gets dressed.&amp;nbsp; Aidan and Mason think it is the coolest thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How cute are my boys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2531698142928130794?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2531698142928130794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wanna-be-like-my-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2531698142928130794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2531698142928130794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wanna-be-like-my-daddy.html' title='I wanna be like my Daddy'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN1AiR3qqsY/TosPokjAKsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0wtSA317bcQ/s72-c/IMG_2632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8438170932839406334</id><published>2011-09-25T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:53:17.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that 70's show</title><content type='html'>Hanging out..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ....down the street..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...same ole thing we did last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a theme song that my boys have come to learn from the show being on so often around dinner making time.&amp;nbsp; It would be one of Brian's favorite shows.&amp;nbsp; The boys like to sit on the couch and watch it with him.&amp;nbsp; It is cute to see the 3 of them on the couch singing the theme song and laughing a Fez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny until one of your cute little boys tells his cousin while playing that she is at DUMBASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny and not cute. (But funny enough that while at Brians parents for dinner we all had a&amp;nbsp;good laugh at.&amp;nbsp; Mommy had to step in and be serious and hand out the punishment.&amp;nbsp; I think Brian was picturing Red saying it on the show and it made him laugh even more to hear his son say it)&amp;nbsp; It definitely tells me that they really do pay attention when the show is on and that just maybe,&amp;nbsp;we need to stop having it on so often.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8438170932839406334?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8438170932839406334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-70s-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8438170932839406334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8438170932839406334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-70s-show.html' title='that 70&apos;s show'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5796167428709429456</id><published>2011-09-25T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:35:45.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you have Boys when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning I was awoken by Mason...No biggie you say.  The difference in this morning and every other morning that he wakes me is that this morning, he was holding a MOUSE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Not just a mouse but a DEAD MOUSE!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me a few seconds to realize what he was holding but when I opened my eyes at 7:15 ish I was definitely not expecting to see a little dead mouse in my sons hands.  At first I was unaware of what he was holding until I saw the tail.  And quickly my eyes adjusted to see this little thing in Mason's hands. Quickly I told him to go throw it in the trash and wash his hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I came down stairs he had done as I had asked.  Thus I asked the boys where they find the mouse.  The answer was: in the middle of the hallway.  Which brought on their imaginative answer as to how the mouse got there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mason: Mom, the mouse was killed by a bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me:  A bear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aidan: A bear wasnt in this  house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mason: No, No.  The mouse was attacked outside and he came in to escape and he died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What imaginations.  I think most of it came from a movie was watched yesterday called Gruffalo.  Nonetheless it was funny to hear them talk about how this nasty little creature got into my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5796167428709429456?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5796167428709429456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know-you-have-boys-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5796167428709429456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5796167428709429456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know-you-have-boys-when.html' title='You know you have Boys when...'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-1113139296965655284</id><published>2011-09-22T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T07:07:50.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law of the Garbage Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were Driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a &lt;span class="ecxyshortcuts" id="ecxlw_1238980293_46" style="line-height: 31px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dashed; "&gt;Parking space&lt;/span&gt;right in front of us. My &lt;span class="ecxyshortcuts" id="ecxlw_1238980293_47" style="line-height: 31px; "&gt;taxi driver&lt;/span&gt; slammed on his Brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of The other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi Driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really&lt;br /&gt;Friendly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt; So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined&lt;br /&gt;Your car and sent us to the hospital!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt; This is when my taxi driver Taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'&lt;br /&gt;He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around Full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes They'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.&lt;br /&gt;Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.. Don't take their garbage And spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take Over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,So...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#4181ff;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt; is ten percent what you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#ff8100;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;make it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt; and ninety percent how you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#ff8100;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;take it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;blessed,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt; garbage-free day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 31px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-1113139296965655284?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1113139296965655284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/law-of-garbage-truck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1113139296965655284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1113139296965655284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/law-of-garbage-truck.html' title='Law of the Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6609556097792440956</id><published>2011-09-14T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:08:01.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yEgybCGvDZs/TnEzd-rjfkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0RI7She_qJs/s1600/M%2526A-9413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652355597461585474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yEgybCGvDZs/TnEzd-rjfkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0RI7She_qJs/s400/M%2526A-9413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;How cute are these faces?  Love these boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-6609556097792440956?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6609556097792440956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-cute-are-these-faces-love-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6609556097792440956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6609556097792440956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-cute-are-these-faces-love-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yEgybCGvDZs/TnEzd-rjfkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0RI7She_qJs/s72-c/M%2526A-9413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-3417728764758077866</id><published>2011-09-12T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:48:58.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAkCSIQ7N28/Tm6km-1p1mI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6BvQYmyHhEE/s1600/IMG_2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 140px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651635572006573666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAkCSIQ7N28/Tm6km-1p1mI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6BvQYmyHhEE/s200/IMG_2652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend Brian and several other firefighters rented a pop up camper for the their annual Maryland softball tournament.  They went up on Thursday and came home on Saturday morning early.  The weather was not in their favor.  And after 2 rainy days the tournament was cancelled because the fields were too wet.  One persons loss is another persons advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was glad that they came home because Brian wanted to take the boys for their &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; camping trip.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651624968929021202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kunHyyjlBU/Tm6a9zS-DRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/D60B5-rpgTo/s320/IMG_2654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This was our camper.  I was surprised as to how nice it was.  But it actually was so enjoyable I want one myself.  That of course is a long way off but a girl can dream cant see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first night Brian got beat to the office by seconds.  The lady in front of him got the last campsite with electrical.  So we were in an open area with no shade.  Which was rather toasty until the sun went down.  After the sun went down and we went to bed it was very pleasant outside.  A bit chilly actually.  I was wishing I had more than a sheet to cover up.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaMBde9DfME/Tm6jvqr5IiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/exuJ3xvsKgg/s1600/IMG_2667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 134px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651634621704118818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaMBde9DfME/Tm6jvqr5IiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/exuJ3xvsKgg/s200/IMG_2667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second day, we got to move campsites to something with electrical and water.  This site however had way more mosquitos than the first.  You must take the good with the bad, right?  At this site there were a bunch of trees that the boys were playing on.  They loved it.  It is what real boys are made of.  After a nap we took the boys to the beach.  On the beach we were surprised to see hundreds of dead horseshoe crabs.  We were thinking that it was from Hurricane Irene. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ierGHRuQJPU/Tm6kTL_7WyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fwEfGLicT3Y/s1600/IMG_2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 134px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651635231941942050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ierGHRuQJPU/Tm6kTL_7WyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fwEfGLicT3Y/s200/IMG_2674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan found a piece of drift wood in the ocean which quickly became his stick.  And it true Aidan fashion went straight to bashing all the crabs to pieces.  I think he had more fun walking up and down the beach within range to smash all the horseshoe crabs.  Mason joined in.  So when I saw one that was in alive, Aidan wanted to wack it too.  We quickly told him that this one was alive and we dont hurt living things.  He was ok with that and went to back to smacking dead ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCOxFsms3PY/Tm6j6UpHCJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oW31UiE02Tc/s1600/IMG_2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 134px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651634804765427858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCOxFsms3PY/Tm6j6UpHCJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oW31UiE02Tc/s200/IMG_2704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the beach Brian took the boys and showered while I got dinner together for the grill.  When they came back I went to the shower and my fabulous husband and children cooked dinner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lI_iFSsCSMM/Tm6kEYlEhMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/O3_uFBKK188/s1600/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 134px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651634977620919490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lI_iFSsCSMM/Tm6kEYlEhMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/O3_uFBKK188/s200/IMG_2701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  They had a jam season to some Mumford and Sons.  And dinner was great.  Followed by some cards ( Uno and Go Fish!) with the boys and smores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all it was a great first camping trip with my boys.  One of their favorite things was helping daddy out with the fire.  jThey were great wood finders.  And anytime they thought the fire was getting to low they were the first to say something about it.  How they thought it needed more wood.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651638355550139874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NNkJ4Z0b0GU/Tm6nJAWJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/H-N0YWeX3sg/s320/IMG_2734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-3417728764758077866?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3417728764758077866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3417728764758077866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3417728764758077866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-camping.html' title='Family Camping'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAkCSIQ7N28/Tm6km-1p1mI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6BvQYmyHhEE/s72-c/IMG_2652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6249654886933070105</id><published>2011-09-07T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:43:57.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJzNmzk9jMs/Tmgqim0HUgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tqzHWiNgZQg/s1600/703371000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649812506559336962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJzNmzk9jMs/Tmgqim0HUgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tqzHWiNgZQg/s400/703371000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day ever of school and my little boy makes the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this is the caption, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aidan Rafter learns how to be quiet as he and his class line up in a pre - kindergarten class at Sherwood Forest Elementary in Norfolk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8430651428778382375-6249654886933070105?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6249654886933070105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6249654886933070105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6249654886933070105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJzNmzk9jMs/Tmgqim0HUgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tqzHWiNgZQg/s72-c/703371000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8650943173243704382</id><published>2011-09-06T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:57:37.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This year marks a big year in the Rafter household. Aidan and Mason got into the Norfolk Public Schools Pre K program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Today just like all other Hampton Roads kids, was the first day back to school. Or in our case the VERY 1st day of school ever. How exciting! and nerve racking! well just emotional. Not only are the boys going to school all day from 9 - 3 but they are doing in solo. The school has placed them in separate classes. We are happy with this decision. Brian and I feel like it will give them the opportunity to grow as individuals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649397227113422882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bC6ocQvsuv0/Tmaw2KUsICI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cxDTP4hMjnA/s400/IMG_2614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;They go to Sherwood Forest Elementary which is just right up the street from the house. Their school requires the kids to wear uniforms. Hunter Green polo shirt ( which was really hard to find in their little sizes) and khaki shorts or pants with white, brown or black shoes. There is no bus pick up since we are so close to the school. So we are walkers. :) However, this morning we did drive them to school since we had to take in all their supplies. Much more than I want to carry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;At the school Brian and I took them in to their classes. Aidan was a champ. Went right in said hi to his teacher and kissed me goodbye. Brian was standing at the door with Mason. When I came out Brian went in to kiss Aid. Mason looked at me and with a sad voice said, " Can I go give Aidan a hug?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I told him to go on in and hug his brother but that he would see him later. It was such a big hug. Then across the hall we went to drop Mason off. That was a bit more difficult than we expected. He clung to my leg with this death grip. He began to cry. I hugged and kissed him but handed him off to Brian to calm down. I know how it works with kids and lingering parents since I see it at church all the time. I wasnt trying to make things worse for his teacher. Brian hugged him and off we went. Leaving my boys at school. I didnt cry until we got home and I realized they would be gone all day. I counted down the minutes until I could go get them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;At pick up I gave each of them the biggest hug and kiss. But the sweetest moment was when they saw each other for the first time after a long day at school and hugged. This is the first time they have ever been separated from each other for a long period of time like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tomorrow is a new day and they want to go back. That is a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8650943173243704382?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8650943173243704382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8650943173243704382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8650943173243704382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bC6ocQvsuv0/Tmaw2KUsICI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cxDTP4hMjnA/s72-c/IMG_2614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-7764280737202401310</id><published>2011-07-24T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:23:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>There are major changes coming in the Rafter household. I am starting Chemistry class tomorrow. It is the only prerequisite that I dont have. I need this class and a great grade in it to be considered for the RN program I applied to. I havent waited anything more in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Ok! There have many things in my life I have waited badly. But this is another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be an RN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me nervous, happy and sad. I have really enjoyed these last 7 months as a stay at home mom. The boys have loved it too. We have grown together and learned from each other. I am blessed to have a husband who is willing to work so hard so that I could stay home. And now he is taking on the responsibility of continued hard work so that IF I get into nursing school I can focus solely on school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me going to school is contigent that the boys get into Norfolk Public Schools Preschool program. We are praying and being patient that all avenues will work out with the Lords help. MY babies are old enough to go to school. WHAT?! That is just crazy to me. I still see them as my little boys. Little boys that can talk. I am glad that they will be able to have more interaction with other children than what I can provide through story times and playdates but to give up most of my day with them to school. It makes me sad. Very sad. Happy but sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-7764280737202401310?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7764280737202401310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/07/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7764280737202401310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7764280737202401310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/07/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2575946141704198759</id><published>2011-03-25T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:01:14.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earning some MONEY</title><content type='html'>For Christmas this past year, Aidan and Mason each got a piggy bank.  We have been trying teach them responsibility through chores and duties around the house.  Mainly they are held accountable for their dirty clothes, their dirty dishes making it into the dishwasher and helping sweep the floor/ vaccum.  If they do all those plus the occassional making of the bed we give them an "allowance."  But if they fail to listen to us and not do what they are responsible for then they get no money for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand that kids forget to do things so I try and help them out but sometimes they are just darn right rotten and I cant bring myself to justify their actions enough to "pay" them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we are not the only ones to give them money.  From time to time when we go to Brians parents for an afternoon the boys will help Lucy out with some yard stuff, picking up pine cones and such.  She has recently started to reward their good actions with payment.  50 cent.  that is big time.  Well today, Lucy watched the boys so I could have a mommy time out.  They helped her out in the yard.  So they got some money.  They wanted a soda when we went up to the fire station to visit Brian so we made them use their money.  kinda weird but a great teaching experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2575946141704198759?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2575946141704198759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/earning-some-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2575946141704198759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2575946141704198759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/earning-some-money.html' title='Earning some MONEY'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6289930735910841255</id><published>2011-01-17T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:34:44.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/TTSnfeJSnkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/a7wv1HUwPgM/s1600/race%2Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563255598819221058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/TTSnfeJSnkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/a7wv1HUwPgM/s400/race%2Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After my first race.  I was proud of myself for completing it.  I never thought I would be a runner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the race results:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were 16 finishers in the Female 25 to 29 age group and 284 finishers in the 5K division.&lt;br /&gt;Your overall finish place was 243, your age group finish place was 12 and your gender finish place was 97.  Your  time 33:52.40 gave you a 10:55 pace per mile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-6289930735910841255?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6289930735910841255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/after-my-first-race.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6289930735910841255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6289930735910841255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/after-my-first-race.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/TTSnfeJSnkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/a7wv1HUwPgM/s72-c/race%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-4726543448092804608</id><published>2011-01-04T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:57:18.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Geez it has been forever since I last posted to our blog page.  My days are busy and my nights are short.  But I vow that this year, 2011, I will post more pics and stories about our lives.  I have definetely missed sharing our stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-4726543448092804608?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4726543448092804608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4726543448092804608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4726543448092804608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-234245322095217849</id><published>2010-09-02T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:30:39.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skechers</title><content type='html'>So the boys dont know how to say sneakers or dont want to...the word in our house is "skechers" when referring to tennis shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the boys a new pair of shoes and they were all stoked until they realized that their "skechers" did not have Buzz and Woody on them..AWWwwww man!, was Mason's response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-234245322095217849?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/234245322095217849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/09/skechers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/234245322095217849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/234245322095217849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/09/skechers.html' title='Skechers'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-3089905677951625909</id><published>2010-05-15T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:22:49.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/S-9k4ghd7tI/AAAAAAAAANo/LHqy_ES9nCA/s1600/100_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471702994244202194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/S-9k4ghd7tI/AAAAAAAAANo/LHqy_ES9nCA/s400/100_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; When your daddy is a fireman you get cool photos like this as a kid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8430651428778382375-3089905677951625909?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3089905677951625909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-your-daddy-is-fireman-you-get-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3089905677951625909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3089905677951625909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-your-daddy-is-fireman-you-get-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/S-9k4ghd7tI/AAAAAAAAANo/LHqy_ES9nCA/s72-c/100_0507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6496374763370294640</id><published>2010-05-15T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:26:56.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toilet Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something every house must have, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, while at BJ's last week I stocked my house up on some toilet paper.  It was then I realized that I am paying $18.99 for something I am going to wipe my butt with then flush down the toilet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geez!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-6496374763370294640?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6496374763370294640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/paper-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6496374763370294640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6496374763370294640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/paper-for-thought.html' title='Paper for Thought'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2879589240810631768</id><published>2010-04-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:24:45.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/S7VUFJB-HbI/AAAAAAAAANg/-n0qTw7u--I/s1600/100_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455358970929487282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/S7VUFJB-HbI/AAAAAAAAANg/-n0qTw7u--I/s400/100_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here is the answer to the dog..We loved him but we love our son more!!  The dog, Moe, took to Brian really fast and was being protective of Brian and snapped at Mason.  This is what happened to my Mas.&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/8430651428778382375-2879589240810631768?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2879589240810631768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-here-is-answer-to-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2879589240810631768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2879589240810631768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-here-is-answer-to-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/S7VUFJB-HbI/AAAAAAAAANg/-n0qTw7u--I/s72-c/100_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8450498122397233803</id><published>2010-03-30T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:43:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are trial running a dog...let's see how this goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8450498122397233803?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8450498122397233803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-trial-running-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8450498122397233803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8450498122397233803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-trial-running-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8686336736257731076</id><published>2010-02-03T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:48:28.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/S2nu82aV5nI/AAAAAAAAANY/zgAOFC84Y2A/s1600-h/100_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434137154564777586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/S2nu82aV5nI/AAAAAAAAANY/zgAOFC84Y2A/s400/100_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason and his imagination.  He picked up a non working cell phone and "called" his daddy.  If you didnt know the phone had no service to it you would of thought he was holding a "real" conversation with Brian.  Cute!&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/8430651428778382375-8686336736257731076?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8686336736257731076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/02/mason-and-his-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8686336736257731076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8686336736257731076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2010/02/mason-and-his-imagination.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/S2nu82aV5nI/AAAAAAAAANY/zgAOFC84Y2A/s72-c/100_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8141962250796332958</id><published>2009-12-23T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:48:14.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SzLwMI3ScPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jvGlCC32VoY/s1600-h/office+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418657393008603378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SzLwMI3ScPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jvGlCC32VoY/s400/office+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SzLwE-nYb7I/AAAAAAAAANI/e7qeETLhC-4/s1600-h/office+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418657269998448562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SzLwE-nYb7I/AAAAAAAAANI/e7qeETLhC-4/s320/office+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SzLv8819NjI/AAAAAAAAANA/czcQzP1crOo/s1600-h/office+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418657132083754546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SzLv8819NjI/AAAAAAAAANA/czcQzP1crOo/s320/office+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SzLvz2M8nJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/H37grK3b3tY/s1600-h/office+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418656975682313362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SzLvz2M8nJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/H37grK3b3tY/s400/office+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office was given a make over.  It is all clean and organized and more spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8141962250796332958?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8141962250796332958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8141962250796332958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8141962250796332958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SzLwMI3ScPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jvGlCC32VoY/s72-c/office+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-9022251659735265166</id><published>2009-12-17T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:18:48.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Honest Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Today Brian and I both had some shopping/errands to run.  So we decided to make it even and far for both and split the boys up.  It is rare that we do this, and today was a special treat.  We actually we off in two separate cars.  (Usually we just leave one kid at home with one adult while the other goes out.)  The boys had no idea what to think.  We asked them who wanted to go off with whom, they chose, but when it came right down to it; mason was pissed that he was going off with me even though he said he wanted to.  It was the appeal of the truck.  They both wanted to be with daddy.  So I listened to Mason cry.  Him and I talked, I bribed (not my proudest  moment) and we were on our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After shopping we met up and had some dinner.  To be fair we let the boys switch cars for the ride home.  Well, since Aidan had been with Brian Christmas shopping he started to tell me all about his time with this daddy.  Literally ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;He was going on and on and on  and THEN.."mommy, me and daddy got you clothes and underwares(as he says it)."  I just died laughing..Thanks son for telling me something your daddy bought me for Christmas.  haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kids cant keep a secret.  Note to self: Dont take them Christmas shopping with me and say its for your daddy because then he will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-9022251659735265166?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/9022251659735265166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/honest-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/9022251659735265166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/9022251659735265166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/honest-truth.html' title='Honest Truth'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-3021054553960042336</id><published>2009-12-07T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:10:16.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayon Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sx02gfJVEPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UOGbFTrzPxo/s1600-h/crayon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412542258913546482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sx02gfJVEPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UOGbFTrzPxo/s400/crayon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What a great gift idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8430651428778382375-3021054553960042336?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3021054553960042336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/crayon-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3021054553960042336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3021054553960042336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/crayon-keeper.html' title='Crayon Keeper'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sx02gfJVEPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UOGbFTrzPxo/s72-c/crayon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6420325440102123255</id><published>2009-12-06T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:50:35.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Portion Size - Now vs. Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I recently went to the movies with a friend/neighbor and purchased a medium soda for the film. When the lady working the counter handed me my drink I wanted to fall out. Are you serious? This drink was enormous. No ONE person needed to be drinking this whole drink. So it has started me on my search for how much size of items we commonly consume. This is what I found: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwYJNEqVwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2OTsJLzWZY/s1600-h/bagellarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412227398599595778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwYJNEqVwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2OTsJLzWZY/s400/bagellarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwYAnoDMgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/k3VBzysM1qo/s1600-h/bagelsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412227251108524546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwYAnoDMgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/k3VBzysM1qo/s400/bagelsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because portions are now so large, it’s hard to understand what a “serving size” is supposed to be. Today’s bagel counts for three servings of bread, but many of us would consider it one serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwXFixsKxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YJ-YH9eRXr8/s1600-h/pizzalarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412226236194499346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwXFixsKxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YJ-YH9eRXr8/s400/pizzalarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwXAIPUkzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0cDNiSp3aME/s1600-h/pizzasmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412226143171679026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwXAIPUkzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0cDNiSp3aME/s400/pizzasmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those extra 350 calories, if eaten a two times a month, would put on two extra pounds a year, or forty pounds in the next two decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwWRTNCvCI/AAAAAAAAALo/DvTP74x7QHI/s1600-h/classiccocacola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412225338661059618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwWRTNCvCI/AAAAAAAAALo/DvTP74x7QHI/s400/classiccocacola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the 12-ounce can used to be the most common soda option, many stores now carry only the 20-ounce plastic bottle, which contains 2.5 servings of soda. When presented with these larger sizes, humans have a hard time regulating our intake or figuring out what a serving size is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwVUvZ3S5I/AAAAAAAAALY/DvHCFmO0kps/s1600-h/burgersmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412224298259008402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwVUvZ3S5I/AAAAAAAAALY/DvHCFmO0kps/s400/burgersmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Now&lt;br /&gt;333 calories 590 calories&lt;br /&gt;When McDonald’s first started in 1955, its only hamburger weighed around 1.6 ounces; now, the largest hamburger patty weighs 8 ounces, an increase of 500 percent. And while a Big Mac used to be considered big, it’s on the smaller side of many burger options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwUpPK8dqI/AAAAAAAAALI/pnCsWvOh6A0/s1600-h/biggulps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412223550872123042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwUpPK8dqI/AAAAAAAAALI/pnCsWvOh6A0/s400/biggulps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Americans love to get the most bang for our buck. When confronted with a 32-ounce drink for 99 cents versus a 44-ounce drink for ten cents more, the decision is easy. You’d have to be a sucker not to go big. But our ability to get the most out of our dollar doesn’t always serve us well. Value pricing, which gets us a lot more food or drink for just a little increase in price, makes sense from an economic standpoint, but is sabotage from a health standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is normal?&lt;br /&gt;Increased portion sizes give us more calories, encourage us to eat more, distort perceptions of appropriate food quantities, and along with sedentary lifestyles, have contributed to our national bulge. Unless you’re trying to gain weight, it might help to reacquaint yourself with serving sizes. The NHLBI tells us that a serving of meat should be the size of a deck of cards while one pancake should be the size of a CD. It’s unlikely that we’ll see a scaling down of food to these sizes anytime soon, so perhaps we should all become familiar with another image: the doggy bag. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the full article &lt;a href="http://http//www.divinecaroline.com/79975/49492-portion-size--vs--now"&gt;http://http//www.divinecaroline.com/79975/49492-portion-size--vs--now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This just blew me away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-6420325440102123255?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6420325440102123255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/portion-size-now-vs-then.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6420325440102123255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6420325440102123255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/portion-size-now-vs-then.html' title='Portion Size - Now vs. Then'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SxwYJNEqVwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2OTsJLzWZY/s72-c/bagellarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-833618498745165482</id><published>2009-12-02T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:34:02.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today my son, Aidan, told me ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chocolate makes your tummy hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cant have chocolate mommy.  I dont want my tummy to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mean are you serious.  Coming from a kid.  Love it.&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/8430651428778382375-833618498745165482?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/833618498745165482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-my-son-aidan-told-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/833618498745165482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/833618498745165482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-my-son-aidan-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5234059132878862330</id><published>2009-11-25T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:10:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sw3_iWZXYgI/AAAAAAAAALA/6n2yW_Kn_Z8/s1600/cowboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408259693134438914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sw3_iWZXYgI/AAAAAAAAALA/6n2yW_Kn_Z8/s400/cowboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Holy geez!  I want this.  I never thought I would be a football fan..but now that I am, I must have a shirt to support my team.  Adding this to the Christmas wish list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5234059132878862330?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5234059132878862330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/cowboys-fan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5234059132878862330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5234059132878862330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/cowboys-fan.html' title='Cowboys fan'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sw3_iWZXYgI/AAAAAAAAALA/6n2yW_Kn_Z8/s72-c/cowboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2906866239816134412</id><published>2009-11-24T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:41:07.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SwxSs9kEDwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5rLBiAh_Bi8/s1600/child+dyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407788184958668546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SwxSs9kEDwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5rLBiAh_Bi8/s400/child+dyson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; I think Santa has found one of his items he will be delivering to this house....as much as the boys love to vacuum with my dyson it is time they have one of their own.  This way they cant break mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8430651428778382375-2906866239816134412?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2906866239816134412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-santa-has-found-one-of-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2906866239816134412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2906866239816134412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-santa-has-found-one-of-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SwxSs9kEDwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5rLBiAh_Bi8/s72-c/child+dyson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-4773486612977704081</id><published>2009-11-23T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:07:27.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Honey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Every wonder why as a PARENT you could never give your child honey until they were over the age of 1...well I have the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Tonight in my Microbiology class (which I dont recommend taking if you are a clean freak like me) I learned the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Honey is full of a bacteria called...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Clostridium botulinum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;That is botulism. Infants do not have the necessary immune response to fight off this bacteria in their digestive tract.&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/8430651428778382375-4773486612977704081?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4773486612977704081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-honey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4773486612977704081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4773486612977704081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-honey.html' title='Oh Honey!'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-4491460771545877993</id><published>2009-11-21T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:43:27.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously</title><content type='html'>Oh how big my little boy is getting.  On Wednesday, Andrea and I were getting the boys ready to take to daycare so that us ladies could go to class.  It was crazy around here as usual at the time.  I was especially upset because I kept asking them to get their shoes on so that we could go.  Instead of getting his shoes on, what do I find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason, in the kitchen, in the pantry with the doritos bag open and himself a ziploc bag.  My son was putting a snack together for himself to take in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean are you serious.  This kid is just too smart.  Then they swithed and Aidan decided he needed a snack if Mason had one so he got himself some granola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my little boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-4491460771545877993?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4491460771545877993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4491460771545877993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4491460771545877993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously.html' title='seriously'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6614070877153912392</id><published>2009-11-11T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:10:50.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fries</title><content type='html'>Now that the boys are getting older I often ask them what they want for lunch.  The usual response is chicken, as in chicken nuggets.  So today I just came right out and asked if they wanted chicken nuggets and here is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Boys, would you like chicken for lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins:  "and fries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "We dont have any french fries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan:  "You need to go to the store mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Yes, I  need to buy some more at the store."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan:  "Ok, well I dont want chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went through the list of options and I threw chicken in there again.  They didnt want nuggets if they couldnt have fries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-6614070877153912392?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6614070877153912392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/fries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6614070877153912392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6614070877153912392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/fries.html' title='Fries'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-3078669302457388502</id><published>2009-10-31T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:58:26.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Su0VbD6F3kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dw0Y2Qzl0W4/s1600-h/DSCF3335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995082936704578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Su0VbD6F3kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dw0Y2Qzl0W4/s400/DSCF3335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-3078669302457388502?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3078669302457388502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3078669302457388502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3078669302457388502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Su0VbD6F3kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dw0Y2Qzl0W4/s72-c/DSCF3335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-23850630457282151</id><published>2009-10-30T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:30:04.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SutakqsIHsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wg6sfyqlqkQ/s1600-h/04d101ca531f%249231cfb0%2469532E90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398508164314832578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SutakqsIHsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wg6sfyqlqkQ/s400/04d101ca531f%249231cfb0%2469532E90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What did you think I was going to post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its Halloween time :)&lt;/span&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/8430651428778382375-23850630457282151?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/23850630457282151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/boobies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/23850630457282151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/23850630457282151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/boobies.html' title='Boobies!'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SutakqsIHsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wg6sfyqlqkQ/s72-c/04d101ca531f%249231cfb0%2469532E90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-554383677007210413</id><published>2009-10-23T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:14:49.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason's boo boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, October 22, I got a call from my daycare shortly after I had arrived at work. I didnt answer my cell because I am thinking nothing is that important that I need to deal with it right now. But then the restaraunt phone rings and it is my daycare. Ok it must be important!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He has fallen off the bay window onto the hardwood floor in the play room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WHAT?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SuHhf8657rI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p8zTBHfMqKM/s1600-h/DSCF3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395841767611952818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SuHhf8657rI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p8zTBHfMqKM/s320/DSCF3258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I immediately dont know what to say or do.  I tell her that I will call her back after I get a hold of Brian.  I am not sure what to do.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is it a bump?  Or is it really serious?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I leave that decision up to the medical person in our family, Brian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He says to take him to the hospital which presents a whole new issue.  I am managing and he is working.  So he leaves work and meet him at daycare to switch out cars.  He takes him to the hospital and finds out that my little man is ok.  We just have to observe him for the next 6 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/8430651428778382375-554383677007210413?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/554383677007210413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/masons-boo-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/554383677007210413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/554383677007210413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/masons-boo-boo.html' title='Mason&apos;s boo boo'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SuHhf8657rI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p8zTBHfMqKM/s72-c/DSCF3258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-7944445405474686323</id><published>2009-10-23T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:46:36.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Aidan is obsessed with this book. He just calls it Hicky Dock. Please mom I want to read Hockey Dock. It is very cute.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SuHKR1E9buI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yjW2OSDnt_A/s1600-h/15303710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395816236221034210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SuHKR1E9buI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yjW2OSDnt_A/s400/15303710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-7944445405474686323?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7944445405474686323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/aidan-is-obsessed-with-this-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7944445405474686323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7944445405474686323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/aidan-is-obsessed-with-this-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SuHKR1E9buI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yjW2OSDnt_A/s72-c/15303710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8225451797086017807</id><published>2009-10-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:47:23.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Today was my 1st day of working out.  I ran/walked 1.3 miles in 15 minutes.  I am way out of shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8225451797086017807?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8225451797086017807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/working-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8225451797086017807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8225451797086017807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/working-out.html' title='Working out'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2709299300451634670</id><published>2009-10-21T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:21:03.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a coupon to try this new Item!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/St8z2CNauXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_UgqYLsiEts/s1600-h/orange-chicken.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395087882012244338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/St8z2CNauXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_UgqYLsiEts/s400/orange-chicken.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, me and the boys tried it for lunch.  It was good.  Was it worth the cost?  Not sure yet.  It claims to be a serving size of 2 but it was barely 2.  I split it between the boys, gave them what they should have and then I had the remainder.  Which was not alot.  And I believe that there could of been a few more pieces of chicken in the bag too.  I dont think I would buy it again unless I had a coupon and it was on sale.  Just because we would need two bags of it if Brian was home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All and all, the taste was great.  A lot better than some other boxed or frozen chinese dishes I have tried recently.  &lt;br /&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/8430651428778382375-2709299300451634670?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2709299300451634670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-coupon-to-try-this-new-item-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2709299300451634670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2709299300451634670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-coupon-to-try-this-new-item-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/St8z2CNauXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_UgqYLsiEts/s72-c/orange-chicken.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-1478416429560398705</id><published>2009-10-18T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:31:26.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abercrombie Models</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Stte6QOjOPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MANK9_X9-ZU/s1600-h/DSCF3225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394009333587720434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Stte6QOjOPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MANK9_X9-ZU/s320/DSCF3225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/StteuxiQQPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XtSsm8YZiwQ/s1600-h/DSCF3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394009136370303218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/StteuxiQQPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XtSsm8YZiwQ/s320/DSCF3220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have little Abercrombie models on my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-1478416429560398705?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1478416429560398705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/abercrombie-models.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1478416429560398705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1478416429560398705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/abercrombie-models.html' title='Abercrombie Models'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Stte6QOjOPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MANK9_X9-ZU/s72-c/DSCF3225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-3147350884979374536</id><published>2009-10-18T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:20:00.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments that Make you feel Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ever had those days or moments when you just arent feeling so great about yourself. And then along comes someone or something to put a smile on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, last night I had to stop off at the store to get pull ups for the boys and I was in my nasty work clothes.  Not feeling so hot of course because I am wearing all black and smell of food.  But nontheless, this stock boy looks right at me to ask if I am finding everything ok and instead he says, "Wow, you have beautiful eyes!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I say Thank you  and continue walking down the aisle toward the pull ups.  Then I pass by another stock boy.  I nod.  He meets up with his co-worker a few feet from me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am guessing they think I am out of ear range because I hear the first stock boy say to his co-worker, "Dang that woman is fine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sure does make a great ending to a bad night at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-3147350884979374536?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3147350884979374536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/moments-that-make-you-feel-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3147350884979374536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3147350884979374536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/moments-that-make-you-feel-good.html' title='Moments that Make you feel Good'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8519788750851203585</id><published>2009-10-15T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:24:11.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have been a fan of this show for a long time.  but the other nights episode kills me.  This season is killing me.  When will these people learn that they are on this show for THEMSELVES.  They are there to lose weight and to get healthy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Does it really matter if you switch teams and have a different trainer?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You still live in the same house as everyone.  Everyone and those that supported you before will continue to support you.  You just weigh in on a different team.  Wake up and realize it is about your health.  That is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8519788750851203585?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8519788750851203585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/biggest-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8519788750851203585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8519788750851203585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/biggest-loser.html' title='The Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5699327089207589130</id><published>2009-10-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:09:40.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;a 1st Option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;a last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;resort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5699327089207589130?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5699327089207589130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer-should-be-1st-option-not-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5699327089207589130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5699327089207589130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer-should-be-1st-option-not-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2860383175396885613</id><published>2009-10-11T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:56:28.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/StI4BeHzZFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kJ703CKvimg/s1600-h/DSCF3196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433301832721490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/StI4BeHzZFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kJ703CKvimg/s320/DSCF3196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/StI32NzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/d13g785mwFM/s1600-h/DSCF3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433108472894578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/StI32NzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/d13g785mwFM/s320/DSCF3212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2860383175396885613?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2860383175396885613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2860383175396885613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2860383175396885613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/StI4BeHzZFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kJ703CKvimg/s72-c/DSCF3196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-9069263770378864900</id><published>2009-10-05T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:12:15.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Annual Beer Pong Tourney - NFR 80's event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 80's Party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Brian was the refer for the beer pong tourney..and i was just at the party for fun.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsooYgm5TsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vgoHbNmGAHc/s1600-h/DSCF3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389164305637265090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsooYgm5TsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vgoHbNmGAHc/s320/DSCF3154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8430651428778382375-9069263770378864900?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/9069263770378864900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/4th-annual-beer-pong-tourney-nfr-80s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/9069263770378864900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/9069263770378864900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/4th-annual-beer-pong-tourney-nfr-80s.html' title='4th Annual Beer Pong Tourney - NFR 80&apos;s event'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsooYgm5TsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vgoHbNmGAHc/s72-c/DSCF3154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-7949497632036178664</id><published>2009-09-27T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:11:02.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dommed from the Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsA3LjUMwQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lcnhsGKgZu0/s1600-h/failure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386365825933164802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsA3LjUMwQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lcnhsGKgZu0/s320/failure.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsA3EW0J3OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2K4zezRkPUQ/s1600-h/failure2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386365702318447842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsA3EW0J3OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2K4zezRkPUQ/s320/failure2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsA3AJ-w7sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WotCOjujjT0/s1600-h/failure3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386365630153813698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsA3AJ-w7sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WotCOjujjT0/s320/failure3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsA23g13vsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fBpsRe4q2xM/s1600-h/failure4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386365481671704258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsA23g13vsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fBpsRe4q2xM/s320/failure4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-7949497632036178664?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7949497632036178664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/dommed-from-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7949497632036178664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7949497632036178664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/dommed-from-start.html' title='Dommed from the Start'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SsA3LjUMwQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lcnhsGKgZu0/s72-c/failure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-3669660692239773152</id><published>2009-09-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:52:47.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatcha Doing Mommy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, I was in the kitchen about to make lunch for the boys when :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aidan : "Whatcha Doing in the kitchen Mommy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : "Making lunch peanut"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aidan : "Oh, ok!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I was allowed to be in the kitchen as long as I was making lunch.  I just thought it was too cute to have my little boy asking in such a grown manner what I was doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-3669660692239773152?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3669660692239773152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/whatcha-doing-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3669660692239773152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3669660692239773152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/whatcha-doing-mommy.html' title='Whatcha Doing Mommy?'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-767820065636064744</id><published>2009-09-24T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:26:27.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Tuna and Wild Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Brian and I have come to realize that we eat very UNhealthy and indulge in fast food too much. And tonight we were both home which was very nice I must say. So we started out on a new meal plan. Tonight we made GRILLED ENCRUSTED TUNA with WILD RICE, ASPARGUS and PORTER BEER REDUCTION sauce. Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;2 Tuna Medallions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;* encrust them with finely chopped garlic, basil and thyme (just on one side) then gently spray with Pam so it doesnt stick to the grill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;* cook to your desired temperature, we prefer medium rare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Wild Rice was just Uncle Bens Long Grain Wild Rice that cooks in 90 seconds in the microwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Coat the Aspargus with with EVOO (extra virgin olive oil) and some salt and pepper - then grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Porter Beer Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;1 tbs olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;2 - 3 tbs chopped shallots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;1 c. chicken stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;1 c. porter beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;1 tbs molasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;* Saute the shallots until softened then add the remaining ingredients and allow to reduce about 75 % which is about 15 minutes or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Serve over the tuna. Enjoy! We sure did.&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/8430651428778382375-767820065636064744?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/767820065636064744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuna-and-wild-rice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/767820065636064744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/767820065636064744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuna-and-wild-rice.html' title='Tuna and Wild Rice'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2960058121706593311</id><published>2009-09-21T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:13:30.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>This past weekend on Friday night, Brian and I had the opportunity to go out of town to the North Carolina Sound with Brent and Rachel without kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the option to eat there in Columbia or go into Manteo and have a nicier sit down dinner. I choose for the dinner in Manteo since we didnt have the boys. From the house on the sound, it is about 45 mintues into Manteo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SrewK8frerI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7OvnL4-RniI/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383965581628897970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SrewK8frerI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7OvnL4-RniI/s320/road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a nice long trip with good friends and good music.  And then a bat hit the windshield.  Or we think it was a bat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we got into Manteo and then drove around discussing what we were going to do for dinner.  We decided on Strippers but when we parked and walked up, they were closed.  They close on a Friday at 8:30 pm.  I mean that is so early.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now what?  Drive back and eat at the small burger place we could of had 5 minutes from the house...or drive into Nags Head and try to see what they have open.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nags Head it was.  But first we stopped at McDonalds to get 4 fries to hold us over.  And they jacked up our order.  But it was food.  And food is what this car needed because the hungrier Brent got the funnier he got.  I was laughing so much I thought I might just pee my pants.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We found a place to eat that was to die for.  &lt;a href="http://thedunesrestaurant.com/"&gt;Dunes&lt;/a&gt;.  It was the most fabulous fried shrimp, mashers and green beans ever.  The server was great too.  Very cool and laid back considering we were the last table in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8430651428778382375-2960058121706593311?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2960058121706593311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2960058121706593311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2960058121706593311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SrewK8frerI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7OvnL4-RniI/s72-c/road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-554115842270696381</id><published>2009-09-20T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:08:12.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Yoga Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Srbf0B9FZgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iOe15_ezsBM/s1600-h/yogacookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736489538840066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Srbf0B9FZgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iOe15_ezsBM/s400/yogacookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I found this sometime ago -- this is for all my friends that do yoga.  I swear one day I will start. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-554115842270696381?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/554115842270696381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/yoga-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/554115842270696381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/554115842270696381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/yoga-cookies.html' title='Yoga Cookies'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Srbf0B9FZgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iOe15_ezsBM/s72-c/yogacookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8153621295873403039</id><published>2009-09-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:49:25.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never know what kids will do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know what kids will do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This afternoon/evening we went over to Rachel Coberly's parents house (fiance to Brent Cole, fellow firefighter) to watch football in her dad's man room. Mr. Coberly has an addition on their house with so much Tampa Bay Buccaneers stuff it is insane. The man "tv" in there is a project screen tv so that thing is huge. There are about 5 other tvs in there to watch all the games possible at one time. It is better than going to a bar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well at half time, all the boys decided to go outside and play volleyball. At the Coberly's they also have a full size sand volleyball court in their backyard. After they finished their first game, Mr. Coberly jumped into the pool to cool off because he had worked up a sweat from the game. Brent decided he needed to get in to. Thus Aidan and Mason thought they should get in too. So from the outside on the lawn you see two little boys stripping. And tell me and Brian and Rachel they need to go in too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just never know what kids will do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They went down the slide right into the pool. And Aidan just thought he would jump in and scare us all. Thank the good Lord Brent was right there to save him. But Aidan acted like he was never scared and it was no big deal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8153621295873403039?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8153621295873403039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-know-what-kids-will-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8153621295873403039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8153621295873403039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-know-what-kids-will-do.html' title='Never know what kids will do'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-1853864715065263121</id><published>2009-09-16T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:04:19.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Anatomy Test</title><content type='html'>That test sucked..it was on blood, and the cardiovascular system...I am just glad it is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-1853864715065263121?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1853864715065263121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-anatomy-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1853864715065263121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1853864715065263121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-anatomy-test.html' title='1st Anatomy Test'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5502666936963702686</id><published>2009-09-15T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:11:54.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381742205771581938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sq_KBb--CfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Rat5l242zNw/s400/nutclusters.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;What an amazing snack.  If you havent tried them since they are NEW give them a go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5502666936963702686?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5502666936963702686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-amazing-snack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5502666936963702686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5502666936963702686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-amazing-snack.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sq_KBb--CfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Rat5l242zNw/s72-c/nutclusters.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6502899497699113471</id><published>2009-09-14T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:29:55.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sq8Wl_bn1bI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k729rT2v4lA/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381544921669293490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sq8Wl_bn1bI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k729rT2v4lA/s400/image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Philemon (vs 4) - I always thank God when i pray for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AUTHENICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(vs 5) because I keep hearing of  your trust in the Lord jesus and your love for all of God's people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ASPIRATION &amp;amp; ANTICIPATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(vs 6) You are generous because of your faith.  And I am praying that you will really put your genrosity to work, for in so doing you will come to an understanding of all the good things we can do for Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ADMIRATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(vs 7) I myself have gained much joy and comfor from your loved, my brother, because your kindness has so often refreshed the hearts of God's people.&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/8430651428778382375-6502899497699113471?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6502899497699113471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/appreciation-philemon-vs-4-i-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6502899497699113471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6502899497699113471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/appreciation-philemon-vs-4-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sq8Wl_bn1bI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k729rT2v4lA/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-210307071878302961</id><published>2009-09-14T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:28:16.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how cute are they?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sq8JpRFQp-I/AAAAAAAAAII/OTfQ2T5PetI/s1600-h/boys+hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381530684295784418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sq8JpRFQp-I/AAAAAAAAAII/OTfQ2T5PetI/s400/boys+hug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8430651428778382375-210307071878302961?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/210307071878302961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/brotherly-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/210307071878302961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/210307071878302961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sq8JpRFQp-I/AAAAAAAAAII/OTfQ2T5PetI/s72-c/boys+hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2959375878627322466</id><published>2009-09-10T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:10:14.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aidan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sqlc7oB4DWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r5qSm4ucW0Y/s1600-h/boy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379933409298091362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sqlc7oB4DWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r5qSm4ucW0Y/s400/boy+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sqlc3i5TBHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9yJ51NPq65I/s1600-h/boy1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379933339200455794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sqlc3i5TBHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9yJ51NPq65I/s400/boy1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8430651428778382375-2959375878627322466?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2959375878627322466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/aidan-mason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2959375878627322466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2959375878627322466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/aidan-mason.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sqlc7oB4DWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r5qSm4ucW0Y/s72-c/boy+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5271536819446227453</id><published>2009-09-08T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:30:01.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>1st day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Today was the day...the 1st day of Preschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Such a monumental day. My little boys are growing up and now attending school 2 days a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;The day did not go so smooth. We got out of the house a bit late because the boys were not interested in getting ready. However, due to the rain I let them wear their fire truck raincoat that their Nana got them and that seemed to make things a bit better.  Once I carried them to the car because we have the front yard that turns into a lake when it rains we were off to school.  However, with the rain, the streets of Norfolk were flooded so it took much longer to get down each street. And then the streets that werent flooded, people were driving slower than molasses out of a glass jar. We finally got to school and in they went. They knew right where to go. At the door of the classroom, the boys just went right in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;I had to ask for a kiss. Then off they went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;And what a great day they had. Their teacher, Ms. Ashley, said they did so many great things today. They played with blocks, puzzles, books and cars until circle time. During circle time they sat very nicely and listened while books were being read. (I am shocked - but that is why they are going to school. To learn to behave and follow directions better.) After stories they went for the first time to Music class with Mrs. Rachel. Then it was snack time and more inside play because the weather was so nasty. Also, the boys did stations where they they choose to color and do the peg board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;It sounds like they had a great first day.&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/8430651428778382375-5271536819446227453?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5271536819446227453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-preschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5271536819446227453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5271536819446227453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-preschool.html' title='1st day of Preschool'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-330230055357564227</id><published>2009-08-31T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:03:50.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As every mother knows there comes a time when your children use every excuse in the world not to go to bed.  Well right now, that time has come.  Since we are potty training and I wont let them go to bed with water or drink anything else.  They ask for several hugs and kisses and to be covered up mulitple times.  I dont mind that.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then soon as I get settled doing whatever it is I might have to do for the night, I hear the infamous, "MOMMY, I have to go potty!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I say to myself, "Do they have to really go potty?  Or this a ploy to not go to bed?"  And to my surprise, most nights they have to go.  Tonight was no different then any other night except tonight Aidan said about 15 - 20 minutes after the last tuck in, "Mommy, I have to go poop!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believed him.  Thus the excuses are making bedtime a lot longer. I think we are going to have to bump up the time so that they are actually sleeping when they should of gone to bed.  Now I know how my mom felt when me and Jason were kids.  Jason would drive my mom nuts with the excuses.  I suppose it is par for the course.  At least they are telling me they have to go..Steps in the right direction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-330230055357564227?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/330230055357564227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/excuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/330230055357564227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/330230055357564227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8576147969557580533</id><published>2009-08-31T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:15:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality is Setting IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;School started last week and I already have a quiz.  AWWwww!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Life as I knew it this summer is officially over.  I have class on Monday and Wednesday night from 530 - 815 pm, Microbiology.  On Thursday morning I attend Anatomy and Physiology Lab from 8 - 1045am.  I am not attending an A &amp;amp; P lecture, instead I am doing it online.  Tough stuff to have the motivation to read without someone checking up on me.  I have to check myself sometimes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;In addition to school, I of course am still working a full work week.  Everytime I try to cut back at work and just manage, something comes up and it never happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We are also taking on a new adventure in this house to add more chaos.  My little boys are signed up for PRESCHOOL.  They will be attending on Tuesday and Thursday mornings from 9 - noon.  Their school is at our church.  I am very excited for them have a bit more structure in the mornings and to learn about the LORD.  But it is a bitter sweet emotion.  I will miss my boys so much.  I guess this means they are growing up on me.  However, on Tuesdays it will give me time to study and not have to worry about anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Reality is..this is going to be a busy semester for this family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8576147969557580533?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8576147969557580533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-is-setting-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8576147969557580533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8576147969557580533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-is-setting-in.html' title='Reality is Setting IN'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-4304714858544024254</id><published>2009-08-27T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:26:59.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnapped Girl Jaycee Dugard Walks Into Police Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/article/kidnapped-girl-jaycee-dugard-walks-into/643351?icid=main|main|dl1|link2|http%3A%2F%2Fnews.aol.com%2Farticle%2Fkidnapped-girl-jaycee-dugard-walks-into%2F643351"&gt;Kidnapped Girl Jaycee Dugard Walks Into Police Station&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-4304714858544024254?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4304714858544024254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/kidnapped-girl-jaycee-dugard-walks-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4304714858544024254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4304714858544024254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/kidnapped-girl-jaycee-dugard-walks-into.html' title='Kidnapped Girl Jaycee Dugard Walks Into Police Station'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-1530854314990438092</id><published>2009-08-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:44:49.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce® Dryer Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bouncesheets.com/en_US/products/dryer-bar/video.jsp"&gt;Bounce® Dryer Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought this today.  I am giving it a try but I will definetely say it smells good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-1530854314990438092?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bouncesheets.com/en_US/products/dryer-bar/video.jsp' title='Bounce® Dryer Bar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1530854314990438092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/bounce-dryer-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1530854314990438092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1530854314990438092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/bounce-dryer-bar.html' title='Bounce® Dryer Bar'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-3858022499034497639</id><published>2009-08-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:12:30.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice from a 2 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1.  Watch your toes, mommy. ( I was getting the slide down off the fence.  Brian had put it up there to mow the lawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2.  Be careful.  Be careful ( I get told that quite often while driving.  I am not sure what that is all about.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3.  Mommy, you tired.  Go lay in my bed.  (this was yestereday when I yawned)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;There are so many more things they say to me that I am just baffled they know the context of the statement but I cant think of any of them right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-3858022499034497639?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3858022499034497639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/advice-from-2-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3858022499034497639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/3858022499034497639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/advice-from-2-year-old.html' title='Advice from a 2 Year Old'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2796440821147786345</id><published>2009-08-19T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:50:51.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let GOD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2796440821147786345?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2796440821147786345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-go-and-let-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2796440821147786345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2796440821147786345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-go-and-let-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2958155029097491864</id><published>2009-08-14T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:26:24.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Childs Take</title><content type='html'>Last week Aidan locked Mason and I out of the house.  Well, now when I get home from picking them up from daycare, Mason will happily recount the event for me.  Like I have forgotten.  This is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, Aidan, he locked the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, he come in the fire truck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um hum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And when daddy got here, he gave Aidan a pank(spank)." "Aidan, he in trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I know they will tell me everything even if it happens a ways back.  It is just funny to hear the story told to me like I dont already know what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2958155029097491864?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2958155029097491864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/childs-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2958155029097491864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2958155029097491864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/childs-take.html' title='A Childs Take'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5115551801311518494</id><published>2009-08-06T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:28:20.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Parent Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;On Wednesday, we went to my sister in law Leslies for our weekly play date.  Leslie as usual made a terrific lunch.  Just one problem though..Aidan wouldnt eat.  Not really sure what wads going on with him that day, but I told him that meant no juice, no snacks, just nothing until dinner time.  He seemed to understand.  Or so I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;We got home and Aidan went straight for the pantry and said he was hungry (hungie - aidans word).  I told him no and that it was naptime.  He continued to tell me he was hungry but I put him down anyway.  He hate lots for dinner that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But what kind of parent lets there child be hungry during naptime?  Me I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5115551801311518494?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5115551801311518494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-kind-of-parent-am-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5115551801311518494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5115551801311518494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-kind-of-parent-am-i.html' title='What Kind of Parent Am I?'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-7395940799539413147</id><published>2009-08-06T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:24:43.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARED !!</title><content type='html'>As most of you all know I work at night.  That means my boys go to in home daycare at night because of Brian and I's schedules.  Well the other night was bad.  I usually bring them home and have to bring them in the house one at a time because they are sleeping.  This night they were both awake but it had been raining and they had no shoes on.  So I was bringing them in one at a time like a normally do.  I brought Aidan first, opened the door, put him in the house along with my KEYS.  Then I went to get Mason, no problems.  However, I get back to open the door to come in and put them down for the night to find that Aidan has LOCKED US OUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason he is not understanding to unlock the door.  Thankfully,  I leave my stuff in the car until I get them tucked in.  I walked back to the car and got my cell and called Brian.  Praise the Lord he wasnt on a call and could come over in the Medic to let us in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared because my little Aidan was crying on the other side of the door and there was nothing I could do about it.  He would come up to the front window to make sure I was still there even though he could here me telling him it was going to be alright.  I was also, trying to coax him into unlocking the door.  He did unlock the dead bolt but never got the lock on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-7395940799539413147?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7395940799539413147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/scared.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7395940799539413147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7395940799539413147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/scared.html' title='SCARED !!'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-1021586116210884524</id><published>2009-07-30T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:43:00.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;The Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt; is NOT a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;COUNTRY CLUB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;for the priviledged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;BUT a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;HOSPITAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;for the sick!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-1021586116210884524?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1021586116210884524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/church-is-not-country-club-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1021586116210884524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1021586116210884524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/church-is-not-country-club-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-635195668988728381</id><published>2009-07-24T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:39:32.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>Vanilla Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the frosting:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 large egg whites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 cup sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pinch of salt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3/4 teaspoon vanilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the cupcakes:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1/2 cup finely ground almonds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 large eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 1/4 cup peeled zucchini, finely grated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SmpRqpceQUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5mYU7S3cb2w/s1600-h/cupcake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362188099459629378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SmpRqpceQUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5mYU7S3cb2w/s320/cupcake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees&lt;br /&gt;- line muffin pan with cupcake liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. TO MAKE THE FROSTING: Combine the egg whites, sugar, salt and vanilla extract in a heatproof bowl set over (not in) a pan of simmering water. Stir continuously over heat until the mixture is warm and the sugar is completely dissoved, 1 to 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remove from the heat. Using a handheld electric mixer set on hig, beat until the mixture is entirely cooled, glossy, and stiff, about 7 minutes. Let frosting set and cool in the refrigerator (at least 30 minutes), while making cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. TO MAKE THE CUPCAKES: In a bowl, whisk together the flour, almonds, and baking powder; set aside. In another blow, beat the eggs, sugar, salt, and vanilla with a handheld mixer until thick and light colored, about 4 minutes. Beat in zucchini on low speed until fully incorporated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ADD the dry ingredients and beat on low speed until fully incorporated scraping down the bowl once with a spatula during beating. Use a 1/3 cup measure to spoon into muffin cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. BAKE until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean, about 20 -25 minutes, turing the panmidway through baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Regular cupcake: 558 calories&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla cupcake: 204 calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the &lt;em&gt;Cook Yourself Thin&lt;/em&gt; book&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/8430651428778382375-635195668988728381?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/635195668988728381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/vanilla-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/635195668988728381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/635195668988728381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/vanilla-cupcakes.html' title='Vanilla Cupcakes'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SmpRqpceQUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5mYU7S3cb2w/s72-c/cupcake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5983667191249183856</id><published>2009-07-23T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:13:45.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Melissa Chevalier Foster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SmkXJ_Gg-jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r6yttJbhbxw/s1600-h/DSCF3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SmkXJ_Gg-jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r6yttJbhbxw/s400/DSCF3078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;How do you say Thank you and I appreciate you to someone special in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am going to try. &lt;em&gt;Melissa you are AMAZING!&lt;/em&gt; These past two years that we have known each other have meant so much to me. I am grateful that you reached out and interduce yourself. There have been times when I felt like no one else understood what I was dealing with, but you have. You have taught me patience and acceptance. You have showed me that we dont have to see each other all the time to have a great friendship..BECAUSE we both know that our schedule constantly conflict. :) Words are not enough to describe the value I put on our friendship.  Our twins brought us together but our personalities keep us friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God brought a friend like you into my life to gently remind me what is &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;loyal&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 17:17&lt;br /&gt;"a friend loves at all times."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-5983667191249183856?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5983667191249183856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/melissa-chevalier-foster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5983667191249183856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5983667191249183856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/melissa-chevalier-foster.html' title='Melissa Chevalier Foster'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SmkXJ_Gg-jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r6yttJbhbxw/s72-c/DSCF3078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6345176460991679543</id><published>2009-07-23T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:56:30.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training - Part III cont'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;So today my little man came up to me and said he needed to use the facilities in a serious way.  I marched in right in there and sat him down.  And what do you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;He handled his business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;That makes 2 times now..This is one proud mom if you havent noticed.&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/8430651428778382375-6345176460991679543?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6345176460991679543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training-part-iii-contd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6345176460991679543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6345176460991679543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training-part-iii-contd.html' title='Potty Training - Part III cont&apos;d'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-321027363341737646</id><published>2009-07-21T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:30:17.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training - Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We had a major break through today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As most of you know Brian and I have been working on potty training the boys slowly. We dont want to force them if they arent ready. Therefore, once a week we take that day serious and hardcore potty train. I know most of you are thinking that just causes set backs, but really it makes them seem more interested somehow on the days we dont push it. They come up and tell us that they have to go. Or that they have gone and need a us to change them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well I was getting all my coupons organized for the grocery store on the kitchen counter when Mason came up to me and said, "Mommy, I need to go poop!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Lets go then. In the bathroom now." I was hoping to get him in there before he went. I had big doubts that he had to go. I just knew he had already went. But once in the bathroom and I got him undressed it revealed he hadnt gone yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SCORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I sat him on the elmo potty seat and told him to try and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SUCCESS!!! He went on the potty, number 2, for the first time today. I am so proud of my little ROCKSTAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know, I know..I am not going to get my hopes up that it will be an all the time event but today is a start.  It will happen all in good time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-321027363341737646?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/321027363341737646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training-part-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/321027363341737646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/321027363341737646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training-part-iii.html' title='Potty Training - Part III'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-322431913736765664</id><published>2009-07-20T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:34:08.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The other day Mason wanted a snack so I put enough in a bowl for him to share with Aidan.  We are working on the sharing thing at home.  Out in public they do great, or so I am told.  I dont remember what the snack was but I remember the actions that followed after I gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mason:  walked over the couch and put the bowl on the cushion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me:  You need to share that with your brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Aidan:  walks up to see what Mason has and hears me say that he nears to share.  "Mason, I want some.  Mason!  Mason!  Mason!  Share wis me.  Wis me." (He was pointing to himself while saying this, which only made this cutier.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And to my surprise he did share.  But just to hear Aidan say that was too funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-322431913736765664?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/322431913736765664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/322431913736765664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/322431913736765664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6052011489881183877</id><published>2009-07-13T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:01:51.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you get your COFFEE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most people have a coffee maker at home.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or they go to Starbucks.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some go to WaWa.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I either brew it at home or go to 7-11.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the other day as a family we were going to the beach so we had to stop and get ice for the cooler.  When Brian pulled into the 7-11 parking lot, Mason said " Mommy coffee."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was busted.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont stop very often but when I do it is for a french vanilla cappucino from 7-11.  I just cant see myself spending all that money at Starbucks for something that taste just as good for a fraction of the price.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He then said "Coffee hott.  Mommy coffee."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had to tell him I wasnt getting coffee this day.  Brian and I were amazed he knew and remembered this is where I get my coffee.  Once I got over the initial shock I felt like he was telling my secrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-6052011489881183877?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6052011489881183877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-do-you-get-your-coffee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6052011489881183877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6052011489881183877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-do-you-get-your-coffee.html' title='Where do you get your COFFEE?'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-750472235724001403</id><published>2009-07-08T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:56:10.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So this year was the 1st year we took the boys to see any fireworks.  At 2 1/2 years old we thought they were ready and could handle the noise.  Lets back it up a few hours .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I had to work the lunch shift at the resturaunt and of course we were over staffed so I made no money.  The boys were at home with my 92 year old grandmother and then my father came over to releave her.  I have one amazing family.  After I got home we headed out to Chesapeake to celebrate the 4th with some family.  Patrick and Leslie had cooked an amazing spread of food for all of us.  They are such good hosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The boys just love to see the Rafter family and play with their cousins.  Well on this day of Independence they loved it even more.  They went swimmining in their aunt and uncles pool.  It is amazing what a years time will do for their interests and desire to go swimming.  This year they are all about trying to swim.  I guess swim lessons are in our future.  But we couldnt stay in the pool long because the 3 of us had to get to Towne Point Park to see fireworks shot off.  Brian was working Harborfest so that is why we went there.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The traffic wasnt too bad.  And I got to park in the garage on Main and Boush (very close to downtown).  After getting down to the street Brian and Brent Cole escorted me to the medic tent that they were working.  Brent was awesome and went and stood in line for a lemonade and some roasted pecans for us to snack on.  While he was in line they were testing some fireworks.  Aidan and Mason thought they were the coolest thing.  They kept asking for more BOOMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But when the time came for the actually showing of the FIREWORKS, Mason wasnt about it.  It thought it was cool but kept telling me, "Loud Booms mommy!"  So he sat in my lap with my hands over his ears.  They both just sat there staring up at the sky with such amazement.  Norfolk City put on a great show and a long one.  Because it was almost a half and hour show Aidan lost interest with about 3 minutes to go.  We asked him if he was ready to go and he said, " All Done."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It has been days now since the 4th and they are still talking about the BOOMS.  That is a good sign that they really enjoyed themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-750472235724001403?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/750472235724001403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/750472235724001403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/750472235724001403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-4039423268495100910</id><published>2009-07-05T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:42:50.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;Everyone has done it at some point in their life.  What?  Put a rubber band or tape around the water sprayer to the kitchen sink.  When an unexpected person comes to the sink to wash their hands or do the dishes they get sprayed with the water.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;Well the other day i had the sprayer in my hand to use it to fill a container.  My hand was tightly around the sprayer and pointed right at my face.  You can guess where this is going....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;Without even thinking, I turned the water on.  I got the shock of my life, water right in the face and all over the kitchen.  I was like what just happened.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;I punked myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;Afterword, I could only laugh at myself that I had just did that.&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/8430651428778382375-4039423268495100910?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4039423268495100910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-with-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4039423268495100910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4039423268495100910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-with-water.html' title='Playing with Water'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-1263468161264868376</id><published>2009-06-29T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:18:23.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SklLvgL1btI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KHH1g0ydcYU/s1600-h/DSCF3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SklLvgL1btI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KHH1g0ydcYU/s400/DSCF3030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This is the Farrell's tent that I borrowed for VBS last week.  While at work one night Brian put it up in the boys room for a camp out.  They were camping in style, with mattress'.  When I came home and he told me about it I just had to see if they were actually sleeping inside the tent.  This picture is what I saw.  Just too cute for words so I had to snap a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-1263468161264868376?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1263468161264868376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/camping-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1263468161264868376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/1263468161264868376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/camping-out.html' title='Camping Out'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SklLvgL1btI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KHH1g0ydcYU/s72-c/DSCF3030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6151373276670569161</id><published>2009-06-27T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:55:04.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SkZc9zEDOnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZTUdvr4Jbik/s1600-h/DSCF3028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SkZc9zEDOnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZTUdvr4Jbik/s400/DSCF3028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                          Our 1st Picnic Lunch!  Pizza and cartoons inside.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-6151373276670569161?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6151373276670569161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-1st-picnic-lunch-pizza-and-cartoons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6151373276670569161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6151373276670569161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-1st-picnic-lunch-pizza-and-cartoons.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SkZc9zEDOnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZTUdvr4Jbik/s72-c/DSCF3028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-564664168370631522</id><published>2009-06-26T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:53:52.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Things your server wont tell you</title><content type='html'>13 Things Your Waiter Won't Tell You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/blog/arjonViWeDMZy3TNw_HnkyThF9SPtH1kBUviVIpnQt5Ib/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;user&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/blog/arjonViWeDMZy3TNw_HnkyThF9SPtH1kBUviVIpnQt5Ib/"&gt;Reader's Digest Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, on Tue Jun 23, 2009 10:24am PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="cmt-lnk" href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/food/user-post-13-things-your-waiter-wont-tell-you-479179/#comments"&gt;803 Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="cmt-lnk" href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/food/user-post-13-things-your-waiter-wont-tell-you-479179/#postcomment"&gt;Post a Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/blog/arjonViWeDMZy3TNw_HnkyThF9SPtH1kBUviVIpnQt5Ib/"&gt;Read More from This Author »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://help.yahoo.com/l/us/yahoo/shine/articles_abuse.html?eaci=arjonViWeDMZy3TNw_HnkyThF9SPtH1kBUviVIpnQt5Ib&amp;amp;postid=479179"&gt;Report Abuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiters share insider secrets about restaurants -- from tipping to what days to avoid dining out&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Clipart.com&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Avoid eating out on holidays and Saturday nights. The sheer volume of customers guarantees that most kitchens will be pushed beyond their ability to produce a high-quality dish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;There are almost never any sick days in the restaurant business. A busboy with a kid to support isn't going to stay home and miss out on $100 because he's got strep throat. And these are the people handling your food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;When customers' dissatisfaction devolves into personal attacks, adulterating food or drink is a convenient way for servers to exact covert vengeance. Some waiters can and do spit in people's food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never say "I'm friends with the owner." Restaurant owners don't have friends. This marks you as a clueless poseur the moment you walk in the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Treat others as you want to be treated. (Yes, people need to be reminded of this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't snap your fingers to get our attention. Remember, we have shears that cut through bone in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Don't order meals that aren't on the menu. You're forcing the chef to cook something he doesn't make on a regular basis. If he makes the same entrée 10,000 times a month, the odds are good that the dish will be a home run every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Splitting entrées is okay, but don't ask for water, lemon, and sugar so you can make your own lemonade. What's next, grapes so you can press your own wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;If you find a waiter you like, always ask to be seated in his or her section. Tell all your friends so they'll start asking for that server as well. You've just made that waiter look indispensable to the owner. The server will be grateful and take good care of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you can't afford to leave a tip, you can't afford to eat in the restaurant. Servers could be giving 20 to 40 percent to the busboys, bartenders, maître d', or hostess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Always examine the check. Sometimes large parties are unaware that a gratuity has been added to the bill, so they tip on top of it. Waiters "facilitate" this error. It's dishonest, it's wrong-and I did it all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you want to hang out, that's fine. But increase the tip to make up for money the server would have made if he or she had had another seating at that table.&lt;br /&gt;13. Never, ever come in 15 minutes before closing time. The cooks are tired and will cook your dinner right away. So while you're chitchatting over salads, your entrées will be languishing under the heat lamp while the dishwasher is spraying industrial-strength, carcinogenic cleaning solvents in their immediate vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Waiter Rant: Thanks for the Tip-Confessions of a Cynical Waiter by The Waiter (Ecco/HarperCollins) copied from Yahoo news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-564664168370631522?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/564664168370631522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/13-things-your-server-wont-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/564664168370631522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/564664168370631522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/13-things-your-server-wont-tell-you.html' title='13 Things your server wont tell you'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-7032169453754764114</id><published>2009-06-22T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:48:42.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of Vacation Bible School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I woke up this morning and was running late from the minute I got up.  Holy moly!!  Then I got soap in my eye while washing my face.  That was a major set back.  It took me what seemed like forever but I am sure was only 5 minutes until I could be functioning.  I got the boys ready in a timely fashion but then they thought they were going to stay on the couch like they normally do and watch Toons(cartoons).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seemed like I was never going to get out the house and make it to the church on time.  Once finally out the door we got caught at every red light on the way to the interstate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At church I made the mistake of parking near the recreation field.  Mason immediately wanted to play with the balls but I was late for morning prayer.  So he cried all the way inside.  Therefore, our preschool coordinator took Aidan inside for me so I could calm Mason down outside.  Once in the building, since prayer had started, I was telling the boys to be quiet and to shhh!  Big mistake..they told me the same thing but in little boy noise level.  Which we all know is outside tone all the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHH! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, upstairs to my class.  I have 17 boys and girls.  What a great turn out for 5th graders.  They usually act like they are too cool.  But my kids are great.  The boys are a bit wild but what 10-12 year old boys arent.  They all were very interactive in the lesson discussion.  I loved it.  We learned about Simon Peter, Andrew, James and John and how the Lord called them to be "fisher of men"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 15:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the Father has loved Me, I have also loved you.  Remain in my LOVE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-7032169453754764114?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7032169453754764114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-day-of-vacation-bible-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7032169453754764114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7032169453754764114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-day-of-vacation-bible-school.html' title='1st day of Vacation Bible School'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-496197393394396707</id><published>2009-06-15T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:12:35.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I losing my mind or are they losing it for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Having twins is any everyday adventure. Well I suppose just having one can be difficult sometimes. But with my two they help each other out. So they terrorize more stuff and get in more trouble. I know they are just curious. However, one day their curiousity is going to get them hurt, I just know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yesterday, Sunday, I put Dora the Explorer on so that I could go get a shower. They love that cartoon and will sit completely still to watch it. So I head up the steps in the shower. When I get out I realize it is overly quiet. I have to come downstairs anywhere to get part of my outfit for the day and to check on them. I figured they were in their room playing and that is why I didnt hear anything. WRONG! As I am getting my article of clothing from the dryer I look out the window and see my little boys outside. OUTSIDE..They have on shoes and are throwing pine cones into the street. They think that is funny. Especially Mason. So I put some clothes on really fast and head outside to get them. They look at me like, WHAT Mom. After much coxing I get them in the house to get them dressed because did I mention they are still in pj's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After a few minutes everyone is dressed and ready to go with their bags and cups and snacks. But wait - where are my car keys? I look everywhere. LITERALLY. So I ask two 2 years olds. Not the smartest thing but I figured they were playing with them. They of course say I dont know. So I ask are they outside from their excursion this morning. They both say yes, go figure. I look outside and see nothing. At this time I am starting to wonder, Have I lost my mind? Where could my keys be. So retrace my steps from the night before, still nothing. And now it is getting past time we have to leave for church. We are going to be late and since I have to check them in and give 15 hugs per kid I really need to get out the door. I call Brian to find out if he saw my keys that morning. No answer. No answer via text either. I am starting to get upset. And the boys are waiting to go bye, bye to church. I simply explain to them without mommies keys we arent going anywhere. I take a deep breathe and decide I am going to take another look outside. I very long look. I walk the path I know they would take, down the walkway, up the sidewalk, looking in the clover patches because they probably stopped to pick them, up the passengers side of the car, over where they were throwing pine cones and now back towards the house. I stop next to my car think if they arent out here and they arent in the house then they boys must of brought them outside and a stranger has picked them up. GREAT! My mind begins to race about all the steps I need to take to make new keys and change locks. and then, I look down on the flower bed...TADA! There they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I missed a bullet. Am I losing my mind somedays when I think I miss place things? Or are the boys losing it for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-496197393394396707?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/496197393394396707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-losing-my-mind-or-are-they-losing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/496197393394396707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/496197393394396707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-losing-my-mind-or-are-they-losing.html' title='Am I losing my mind or are they losing it for me?'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6647777701266453498</id><published>2009-06-09T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:59:13.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamberts Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Si8TbAB8-8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sW7fH8BR2h4/s1600-h/DSCF3023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Si8TbAB8-8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sW7fH8BR2h4/s400/DSCF3023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Golf on my anniversary with a gorgeous view.!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-6647777701266453498?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6647777701266453498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/lamberts-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6647777701266453498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6647777701266453498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/lamberts-point.html' title='Lamberts Point'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Si8TbAB8-8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sW7fH8BR2h4/s72-c/DSCF3023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2248596591283576266</id><published>2009-06-08T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:35:46.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you had an Hour....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had an hour all to yourself what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well every morning Monday thru Friday I get just that.  Starting at 9 am until 10, Dora and Diego come on back to back.  My boys are in love with both of those shows.  It is the only shows they ask to watch and definetely the only shows they will sit still to watch.  So I make sure they have a snack, juice, a blanket and pillow.  They cuddle up on the couch and just watch the television so contently.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During this time I get an array of things done.  Usually I try and get a shower, clean the kitchen from breakfast, start a load of laundry and check email but everyday is different.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most people would take this is time to do something completely different but not me.  It is my quiet time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2248596591283576266?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2248596591283576266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-had-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2248596591283576266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2248596591283576266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-had-hour.html' title='If you had an Hour....'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-6022730948832454787</id><published>2009-06-04T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:42:06.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Carrots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Information that needs to be shared!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smallcocktail (baby) carrots you buy in small plastic bags are made using the largercrooked or deformed carrots which are put through a machine which cuts andshapes them into cocktail carrots - most people probably know thisalready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you may notknow and should know is the following:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once the carrotsare cut and shaped into cocktail carrots they are dipped in a solution of waterand chlorine in order to preserve them. (this is the same chlorine used in yourpool)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Since they do nothave their skin or natural protective covering, they give them a higher dose ofchlorine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You will noticethat once you keep these carrots in your refrigerator for a few days, a whitecovering will form on the carrots. This is the chlorine which resurfaces. Atwhat cost do we put our health at risk to have esthetically pleasingvegetables?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chlorine is avery well-known carcinogen, which causes Cancer.. I thought this was worthpassing on. Pass it on to as many people as possible in hopes of informing themwhere these carrots come from and how they are processed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be switching to organic carrots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-6022730948832454787?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6022730948832454787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-carrots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6022730948832454787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/6022730948832454787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-carrots.html' title='Baby Carrots'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2699826647632055950</id><published>2009-06-04T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:25:47.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf NUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; John and Helen met while on vacation, and John fell head over heels in love with her. But after a couple of weeks in which John took Helen out to various dance clubs, restaurants, concerts, etc. He was convinced that  it was true love. And so....on the last night of his vacation, the two of them went to dinner and had a serious talk about how the relationship would continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's only fair to warn you, I'm a total golf nut," John said to his new found lady friend. "I eat, sleep and breathe golf, so if that's going to be a problem, you'd better say so now!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Helen took a deep breath and responded: "Since we're being honest with each other, here goes .... You need to know that I'm a hooker." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I see," John replied. "That's a problem, for sure." He spent some time looking down at the table, deep in thought. Then he added, "You know, it's probably because you're not keeping your wrists straight when you tee off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know Brian is teaching me to play golf.  I hook the ball every now and then so I thought this joke was funny.  I am not a hooker but I do have a issue of hooking the ball every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2699826647632055950?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2699826647632055950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/golf-nut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2699826647632055950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2699826647632055950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/golf-nut.html' title='Golf NUT'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-653367380056581029</id><published>2009-06-03T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:24:11.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Siajq0alTOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/20uPZbiEdZ0/s1600-h/DSCF3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Siajq0alTOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/20uPZbiEdZ0/s400/DSCF3015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodak moment at the last part of the zoo we saw.  So lets all hop up on a turtle and snap a picture.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-653367380056581029?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/653367380056581029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-at-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/653367380056581029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/653367380056581029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-at-zoo.html' title='Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Siajq0alTOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/20uPZbiEdZ0/s72-c/DSCF3015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-20918043475941140</id><published>2009-05-27T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:28:45.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Technicians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately I have been fortunate enough to go get a pedicure.  Every girl loves pedicures in the summer since we where open toed shoes and flip flops.  Well you do if you are a beach kid.  I actually wear flops more than just in the summer.  As I was sitting there in the chair getting pampered I got to thinking about all the stuff these techicians actually have to see and deal with.  All for a days work and another dollar.  I dont think I could do it.  People coming in with nasty feet and expecting them to take care of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next time you walk into a Nail Salon think of all the nasties these people deal with and be a little nicier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-20918043475941140?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/20918043475941140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/nail-technicians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/20918043475941140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/20918043475941140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/nail-technicians.html' title='Nail Technicians'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-5106795843496356435</id><published>2009-05-27T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:07:27.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine vs. Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sh1zM2ZkGdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/az0mkT1Xw1w/s1600-h/wine.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340551397729638866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sh1zM2ZkGdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/az0mkT1Xw1w/s320/wine.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine... and those who don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;As Ben Franklin said:&lt;br /&gt;In wine there is wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;In beer there is freedom,&lt;br /&gt;In water there is bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated&lt;br /&gt;that if we drink 1 litre of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. coli) - bacteria found in feces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.&lt;br /&gt;However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine &amp;amp; beer (or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;Water = Poop,&lt;br /&gt;Wine = Health.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid,&lt;br /&gt;than to drink water and be full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as a public service&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/8430651428778382375-5106795843496356435?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5106795843496356435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/wine-vs-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5106795843496356435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/5106795843496356435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/wine-vs-water.html' title='Wine vs. Water'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sh1zM2ZkGdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/az0mkT1Xw1w/s72-c/wine.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-4962748852211551300</id><published>2009-05-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:45:05.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;So as a parent you know that sometimes it can be rather hard to get your little one(s) to eat.  Well I must say I am pretty darn fortunate because my kids will eat just about anything.  And when I say anything that is anything that is healthy.  Yes, my kids dont eat a lot of junk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Minimal fast food.  (Really only on Sundays because it is fastest after church - or if out with my grandma, their grammie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;They call crackers, cookies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;V8 Splash is their juice of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;They will eat brussel sprouts.  Amazing right!  I absolutely love it.  My kids remind me of me.  They love healthy food.&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/8430651428778382375-4962748852211551300?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4962748852211551300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/fortunate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4962748852211551300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/4962748852211551300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/fortunate.html' title='Fortunate'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-7061954214710722756</id><published>2009-05-14T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:32:22.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big helpers in SMALL bodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy1u2fZpGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bhUQCxF790s/s1600-h/DSCF2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335839475033023586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy1u2fZpGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bhUQCxF790s/s320/DSCF2998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Monday, May 11th...Brian figured he would get out and cut the grass before he had a long stretch at work and wouldnt be able to get to it for a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy1loz7z0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HP4efmJ8_3g/s1600-h/DSCF2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335839316742229826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy1loz7z0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HP4efmJ8_3g/s320/DSCF2997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;This is what came of that. He got two little but big HELPERS! They have seen me cut the grass before and at that time they "mowed" with me with their lawnmowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335839156761868642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy1cU1pOWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wIjptfG71S4/s320/DSCF2994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;At first Aidan and Mason were just looking out the window but that wasnt good enough.  So then I told them if they got their jackets on they could sit on the porch.  And when Brian was finished with the lawn I asked him to let him, help.  They loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy1Vf68SVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/s_ZZc623w-U/s1600-h/DSCF2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335839039477795154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy1Vf68SVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/s_ZZc623w-U/s320/DSCF2995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; Anytime they get with their dad is the most awesome time to them.  So even though they had seen him mow the lawn just minutes before because they were busy telling him he forgot a spot, even though he hadnt.  It was cool to HELP mow the lawn with their dad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My mom says it is slave labor; jokingly of course because she knows I would never make them do anything.  But it is cute nontheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-7061954214710722756?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7061954214710722756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-helpers-in-small-bodies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7061954214710722756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7061954214710722756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-helpers-in-small-bodies.html' title='Big helpers in SMALL bodies'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy1u2fZpGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bhUQCxF790s/s72-c/DSCF2998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-8694866270526739184</id><published>2009-05-14T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:18:43.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Carousel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy005t5WGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RXZMiBWhunQ/s1600-h/DSCF3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335838479466715234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy005t5WGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RXZMiBWhunQ/s400/DSCF3003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, now that I am out of school I was able to once again meet my grandmother at the mall for our weekly hang out. It is her chance to see and spend time with me and the boys. This week we, me and the boys, were in for a treat. My dad, their pop-pop, came to hang out to. And before we left the mall we all went on the carousel that they have in the front of Lynnhaven Mall. Aidan and Mason just love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-8694866270526739184?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8694866270526739184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-carousel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8694866270526739184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/8694866270526739184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-carousel.html' title='On the Carousel'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgy005t5WGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RXZMiBWhunQ/s72-c/DSCF3003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-7105891529459221877</id><published>2009-05-14T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:32:06.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgyz7Sn9p6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/KC3m7zwccCo/s1600-h/DSCF2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335837489720305570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgyz7Sn9p6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/KC3m7zwccCo/s400/DSCF2979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my boys on Mother's Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..photo is a bit blurry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-7105891529459221877?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7105891529459221877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7105891529459221877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/7105891529459221877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/Sgyz7Sn9p6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/KC3m7zwccCo/s72-c/DSCF2979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430651428778382375.post-2653532025989034531</id><published>2009-05-12T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:03:46.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cook yourself Thin</title><content type='html'>I have been watching this show on Lifetime and it has some pretty good recipes to make meals we all love a lot less fattening. And I am always looking for ways to make my meals more heathly. So last night we tried the following recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cauliflower "Mashed" Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 head large cauliflower, broken into florets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 c. nonfat buttermilk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 lb yukon gold potatoes, peeled, and cut into cubes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 - 3/4 c. low fat milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tbs butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steam cauliflower for 15 minutes. While doing that boil and cook the potatoes until soft. Puree cauliflower with buttermilk and 1/4 c. of the milk until very smooth. When potatoes are done, drain and mash. Add cauliflower puree, 1/4 c. milk, 1 tsp salt, 1/4 tsp pepper. Stir until the two are blended. Add more milk if needed and the butter. Stir in desired herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy..Brian really did which in our household means it is a WINNER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430651428778382375-2653532025989034531?l=bamm-rafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2653532025989034531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/cook-yourself-thin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2653532025989034531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430651428778382375/posts/default/2653532025989034531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamm-rafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/cook-yourself-thin.html' title='Cook yourself Thin'/><author><name>Meredith and Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400263516331869912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-wK1wAoMbTs/SVutYbWL80I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugvOhYtz8gU/S220/DSCF2406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
