<?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-8534270104535966331</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:05:36.669-05:00</updated><category term='education'/><category term='Kid Quotes'/><category term='Family Outing'/><category term='Quirky Kids'/><category term='Getting settled'/><title type='text'>button bunch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-5236939307469265497</id><published>2012-01-29T23:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:13:51.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>piers, bats 'n peter pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so Berni spent an hour writing all the captions to these pics and somehow they got erased. So please forgive the shortness of the rewrite and non funny nature (hers were hilarious). All the beach pics in this post were an hour north of where we live (avala beach) at a cool town w/ a few piers. This became our back up when the farm that we were going to go and visit was closed for the season. Kids had a great time-the restaraunt where we had lunch served the kids meals on frisbees-BONUS! It was a beautiful day despite the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-goWtEnVVQuw/TyYiHDme0JI/AAAAAAAAB6s/DcfN1rol9FI/s1600/January%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703283482732449938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-goWtEnVVQuw/TyYiHDme0JI/AAAAAAAAB6s/DcfN1rol9FI/s400/January%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makay is showing off her sand pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BObr1S_02w/TyYiGgV1ouI/AAAAAAAAB6g/C4rnnyvv2Sc/s1600/January%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703283473267401442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BObr1S_02w/TyYiGgV1ouI/AAAAAAAAB6g/C4rnnyvv2Sc/s400/January%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bat in our entry way kept our kids and all their neighborhood friends entertained for a couple hours-don't think it got much rest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdmlcNHt3hQ/TyYhkSyD60I/AAAAAAAAB5s/nS2Pvu_3CYo/s1600/January%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703282885512129346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdmlcNHt3hQ/TyYhkSyD60I/AAAAAAAAB5s/nS2Pvu_3CYo/s400/January%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If our kids ever start a band I think we'll use this for the album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxXAgZOcx2E/TyYhj8_qFnI/AAAAAAAAB5k/0j8ekD6qIKE/s1600/January%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703282879663576690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxXAgZOcx2E/TyYhj8_qFnI/AAAAAAAAB5k/0j8ekD6qIKE/s400/January%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creed getting ready to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQqo2tO8x50/TyYhjpg_p2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/gct-CXbRRhc/s1600/January%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703282874434692962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQqo2tO8x50/TyYhjpg_p2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/gct-CXbRRhc/s400/January%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckham posing with his cool new fiz-uh-bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFilMEm_Vp0/TyYhLUmFMsI/AAAAAAAAB5I/KnaeN9AGu-k/s1600/January%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703282456502022850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFilMEm_Vp0/TyYhLUmFMsI/AAAAAAAAB5I/KnaeN9AGu-k/s400/January%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wacky dollar store glasses = wacky kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZO7dDWzRAY/TyYhLOF6zEI/AAAAAAAAB5A/mcxkcYGDrIY/s1600/January%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703282454756510786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZO7dDWzRAY/TyYhLOF6zEI/AAAAAAAAB5A/mcxkcYGDrIY/s400/January%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQcLwMG-wIg/TyYhKUkEPxI/AAAAAAAAB40/ttR_mFariTw/s1600/January%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703282439313702674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQcLwMG-wIg/TyYhKUkEPxI/AAAAAAAAB40/ttR_mFariTw/s400/January%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker with her "self-manager" certificate that she has now been awarded two years in a row. You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PKRrmJn3Ek/TyYhKCxMySI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SE1Q54XST_c/s1600/January%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703282434536950050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PKRrmJn3Ek/TyYhKCxMySI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SE1Q54XST_c/s400/January%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but definitely not least...Berni is expecting (14 wks along) Button #6! We are all very excited. The boys would like a boy and the girls would like a girl. The kids are always coming up with names for the baby. Berni's favorite so far is from Creed, he has suggested Peter Pan Button. We will keep you posted!&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;&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/8534270104535966331-5236939307469265497?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5236939307469265497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=5236939307469265497' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5236939307469265497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5236939307469265497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2012/01/piers-bats-n-peter-pan.html' title='piers, bats &apos;n peter pan'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-goWtEnVVQuw/TyYiHDme0JI/AAAAAAAAB6s/DcfN1rol9FI/s72-c/January%2B039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-2365760658534591345</id><published>2011-12-19T00:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:26:15.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypmxm_Im2ks/Tu7KnHy3tnI/AAAAAAAAB4c/HV3gGlgsv4w/s1600/Collages1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687706152871638642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypmxm_Im2ks/Tu7KnHy3tnI/AAAAAAAAB4c/HV3gGlgsv4w/s400/Collages1.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/8534270104535966331-2365760658534591345?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2365760658534591345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=2365760658534591345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2365760658534591345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2365760658534591345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypmxm_Im2ks/Tu7KnHy3tnI/AAAAAAAAB4c/HV3gGlgsv4w/s72-c/Collages1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1319276715386067540</id><published>2011-10-30T22:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:49:56.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Gore</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween!! What a wonderful time of year for children of all ages. I know the BIG day is tomorrow but we have already had some fun and gruesome times this weekend. I wanted to share them with you before we are all shut down by sugar induced comas tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today after church we thought it would be good family time to carve our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;. Ryan pulled out the camera and had everyone smile while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;continuing&lt;/span&gt; with their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IEDg6ydmJI/Tq4SLlWmYUI/AAAAAAAABng/FJYxyIZ4WzA/s1600/halloween%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488971120795970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IEDg6ydmJI/Tq4SLlWmYUI/AAAAAAAABng/FJYxyIZ4WzA/s400/halloween%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That wasn't good enough for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; though. She demanded another picture of her &lt;em&gt;posing&lt;/em&gt; by her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6yBbaS56p4/Tq4Q8vxXnGI/AAAAAAAABnY/Xay-Qx0Qtto/s1600/halloween%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669487616707763298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6yBbaS56p4/Tq4Q8vxXnGI/AAAAAAAABnY/Xay-Qx0Qtto/s400/halloween%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the scene on our back porch. I love this picture because it looks like we actually have growing grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQf5kTCpIO8/Tq4QgC-KYdI/AAAAAAAABmw/9ynbZC5cCXI/s1600/halloween%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669487123645489618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQf5kTCpIO8/Tq4QgC-KYdI/AAAAAAAABmw/9ynbZC5cCXI/s400/halloween%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker, gutting her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; (doesn't that sound so morbid and festive?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TydItqoxQw/Tq4QfvAOaKI/AAAAAAAABmk/ZmO7PzHBnxE/s1600/halloween%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669487118285432994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TydItqoxQw/Tq4QfvAOaKI/AAAAAAAABmk/ZmO7PzHBnxE/s400/halloween%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;... up-side-down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1D1myB_OUc/Tq4QfYgOnLI/AAAAAAAABmU/w1-rZY97akQ/s1600/halloween%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669487112245648562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1D1myB_OUc/Tq4QfYgOnLI/AAAAAAAABmU/w1-rZY97akQ/s400/halloween%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creed... not actually sitting on his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;, but he really got into gutting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMC21oW7_Y4/Tq4QewX7IMI/AAAAAAAABmM/mTeQCKHEzGg/s1600/halloween%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669487101473398978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMC21oW7_Y4/Tq4QewX7IMI/AAAAAAAABmM/mTeQCKHEzGg/s400/halloween%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt;... not really sure what was going on but loving that he got his own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; and scoop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKOluGwPyT8/Tq4QemIWN5I/AAAAAAAABmA/HTF7OVeQj9M/s1600/halloween%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669487098723710866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKOluGwPyT8/Tq4QemIWN5I/AAAAAAAABmA/HTF7OVeQj9M/s400/halloween%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the finished products will be coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was our ward trunk-or-treat. It was pretty great. Here are the kids in their costumes... the cutest vampire ever (sorry Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-uYBug3SMA/Tq4P8QbiVbI/AAAAAAAABl0/w3T5Xg7qGj0/s1600/dracula%2Bbeckham.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669486508783064498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-uYBug3SMA/Tq4P8QbiVbI/AAAAAAAABl0/w3T5Xg7qGj0/s400/dracula%2Bbeckham.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckhams&lt;/span&gt; vampire role &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt;, very in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; here, was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJCgB559sFc/Tq4P7-M0vrI/AAAAAAAABlo/8pfMTzdIFcM/s1600/dracula%2Beaston.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669486503889518258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJCgB559sFc/Tq4P7-M0vrI/AAAAAAAABlo/8pfMTzdIFcM/s400/dracula%2Beaston.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funniest Harry Potter I've ever seen (Ryan and I laughed till our sides hurt over this picture, what a clown Creed is!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYmIYn0GYRg/Tq4P7OW6TkI/AAAAAAAABlc/Bu5V4WI_hX0/s1600/harry%2Bpotter%2Bcreed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669486491046923842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYmIYn0GYRg/Tq4P7OW6TkI/AAAAAAAABlc/Bu5V4WI_hX0/s400/harry%2Bpotter%2Bcreed.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Magic herself, Parker. She picked the costume and I made the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; (necklace and hair feathers). Once I was done with her hair, makeup and she was all dressed I wanted to take it all away... way too beautiful! I'm not ready for that!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v5a_aJiPn4/Tq4P6Lt0F0I/AAAAAAAABlQ/ynLDlcdrZxc/s1600/magic%2Bmiss%2Bparker.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669486473157809986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v5a_aJiPn4/Tq4P6Lt0F0I/AAAAAAAABlQ/ynLDlcdrZxc/s400/magic%2Bmiss%2Bparker.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to tell from this picture that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;metallic&lt;/span&gt; makeup on her face. I mention it because it almost looks like dirt from where I'm sitting. She was the perfect little fairy though. We made her jewelry too and she was so excited that she got a necklace that had a crystal on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1cKCQwyCrIE/Tq4P54p-X4I/AAAAAAAABlE/Y921dAD0CbU/s1600/metallic%2Bfairy%2Bmakay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669486468041432962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1cKCQwyCrIE/Tq4P54p-X4I/AAAAAAAABlE/Y921dAD0CbU/s400/metallic%2Bfairy%2Bmakay.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that was it for the fun that we had this weekend. As for the gore... Ryan video taped me removing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eastons&lt;/span&gt; stitches. It's such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt; having to make an appointment just for 3 minutes of cutting stitches out so I took matters into my own hands. I went online and found step by step how to remove stitches; thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;! (and it only ended up taking me 10 minutes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The start was a bit shaky, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eastons&lt;/span&gt; skin had grown over some of the stitches and I had to get in the right position but as you can see by the end, I'm a total pro! For those of you who are already feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;queezy&lt;/span&gt;, there is no blood, just a lot of screaming and crying (just kidding).&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ac4eff627cbd3474" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac4eff627cbd3474%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16E8D8AC1EB7194F702BE714E70FC3259E8A5CC6.6CE0B12256ECC65690B106D08A592DE3ABF0A381%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac4eff627cbd3474%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB_dbOYKy6MJQ-zIcx2Q3SbB-TkE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac4eff627cbd3474%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16E8D8AC1EB7194F702BE714E70FC3259E8A5CC6.6CE0B12256ECC65690B106D08A592DE3ABF0A381%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac4eff627cbd3474%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB_dbOYKy6MJQ-zIcx2Q3SbB-TkE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-1319276715386067540?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1319276715386067540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1319276715386067540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1319276715386067540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1319276715386067540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/fun-and-gore.html' title='Fun and Gore'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IEDg6ydmJI/Tq4SLlWmYUI/AAAAAAAABng/FJYxyIZ4WzA/s72-c/halloween%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-7191712447467106666</id><published>2011-10-23T19:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:07:33.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a Dull Moment</title><content type='html'>The weather here has been so beautiful lately! I love the fall in Cali. It's cool in the evenings and mornings and then perfect during the day to play outside and enjoy nature. Most people look forward to weather like this. If, on the other hand, you have five active children, it can bring a whole new element to enjoying the outdoors; danger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most kids have a certain amount of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clumsiness&lt;/span&gt;. Being accident prone is part of being a kid. But, the more kids you have, the higher your chances are of those accidents actually happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance, a club house. It's just a bunch of branches that hang just right to make a little den, the kids have named it "7-up" (I have no idea why). The kids have been playing back in 7-up since we moved to this house 11 months ago. Then, all in one week, three of our kids slipped while climbing some branches and got some nasty scrapes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckhams&lt;/span&gt;' was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the worst and Parker asked to be removed from the picture (she's 9, do I need to explain any more?). (and I don't know why Beckham and Makay are wearing each others pillow cases)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4FFlqI_2wE/TqSiKFB8LUI/AAAAAAAABk4/3vZNUsO88Bg/s1600/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666832525171633474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4FFlqI_2wE/TqSiKFB8LUI/AAAAAAAABk4/3vZNUsO88Bg/s400/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This last Wednesday was a half day, as usual. Half days are fun because the kids can get their chores and homework done early and then have lots of time to play outside in the beautiful weather. Well, this Wednesday took a turn for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; was playing with a friend in his yard and soon came home with a bloody tissue pressed to his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2exaveGl9CQ/TqShx4PzKZI/AAAAAAAABks/USCHwVjXWQU/s1600/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666832109423241618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2exaveGl9CQ/TqShx4PzKZI/AAAAAAAABks/USCHwVjXWQU/s400/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily there wasn't much pain with this gaping wound because it turned into quite the ordeal. Ryan had the car at work with him because they were running through disaster exercises all week. I called his work trying to get him to come home and he was out of the office doing a field exercise. The poor guy had to be tracked down with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walkie&lt;/span&gt; talkies and told his son had to go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ipxt_PnqKnY/TqShxg_-rwI/AAAAAAAABkg/9rmh5M-WNNk/s1600/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666832103182872322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ipxt_PnqKnY/TqShxg_-rwI/AAAAAAAABkg/9rmh5M-WNNk/s400/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan made it home, we all jumped in the car and took him back to work. Then I dropped the kids off at a friends house and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; and I went to the nearest ER in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lompoc&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't believe it was our first visit to the ER since we moved here. We were frequent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt; in Pittsburgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; got 6 beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; and a frosty from Wendy's. (It has kind of become a tradition since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; got one when she broke her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clavical&lt;/span&gt; in Pittsburgh.) If things really do come in threes then I don't want to know what is coming next! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with our injuries have come some really good times and some pretty funny conversations. On our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anniversery&lt;/span&gt; weekend we were heading home from church and Ryan asked the kids how they knew that mom and dad loved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; said he knew we loved each other because we are always hugging and kissing each other "in inappropriate places." !!!! What?!? Ryan asked him what he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; and he said, "Like how you always kiss in the kitchen and when you were kissing each other at the pool in front of other people. So gross!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. We got a good laugh out of that one and our &lt;em&gt;inappropriate&lt;/em&gt; kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUl5hlvjQbM/TqShxG0UYqI/AAAAAAAABkY/hZsxOr8-8PE/s1600/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666832096154641058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUl5hlvjQbM/TqShxG0UYqI/AAAAAAAABkY/hZsxOr8-8PE/s400/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; got clever with a belt and made a "bunny pack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, boxes are better then toys at our house. I thought the kids would have grown out of that stage once they were, um, 2 years old, but apparently not. Any new box, if not carefully protected by me, becomes subject to their i&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;magination&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0oKTLa07_Y/TqShw9zFiWI/AAAAAAAABkI/4KlVXyqdCzs/s1600/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666832093733554530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0oKTLa07_Y/TqShw9zFiWI/AAAAAAAABkI/4KlVXyqdCzs/s400/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one became a house that helped &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; sleep. She kept her head in it's house for three nights before it magically &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;. She was very upset when she couldn't find it on the fourth night because "How am I supposed to sleep when my head doesn't have a house?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you argue with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8534270104535966331-7191712447467106666?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7191712447467106666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=7191712447467106666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7191712447467106666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7191712447467106666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-dull-moment.html' title='Never a Dull Moment'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4FFlqI_2wE/TqSiKFB8LUI/AAAAAAAABk4/3vZNUsO88Bg/s72-c/injuries%2BOct.%2B2011%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-5517334574063281968</id><published>2011-10-06T16:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:01:59.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and Parties!</title><content type='html'>Each day when the kids get home from school we go through the same routine. . .&lt;br /&gt;-park bikes in garage&lt;br /&gt;-do chores&lt;br /&gt;-eat snack&lt;br /&gt;-get our pencil and homework&lt;br /&gt;-give mom all papers from school and start homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me or just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crestview&lt;/span&gt; (our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;elementary&lt;/span&gt; school) but it seems like there are a ton of papers for me every single day. Okay, that was an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exageration&lt;/span&gt;, on average there are 2 or 3 from each kid a day. To me, that seems like a lot. Especially for someone who is unorganized, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to finally get where I'm going, my kids brought home school picture order forms. If I was to get the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheapest&lt;/span&gt; packets it would have cost us $180 for pictures and there wouldn't have even been enough to send to all the grandparents! No thank you! So instead of forking over a ton of dough that I don't have we had a little photo shoot. It turned out pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;succesful&lt;/span&gt; considering the budget I had ($0).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhZvMz6tngA/To4WW0brNbI/AAAAAAAABkA/O8Q_qsBYuk0/s1600/september%2B2011%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660486362938946994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhZvMz6tngA/To4WW0brNbI/AAAAAAAABkA/O8Q_qsBYuk0/s400/september%2B2011%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently just walking outside gets &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; completely dirty. So just this short venture to our fence left &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckhams&lt;/span&gt; face all mucked up, I have no idea how it happened. It's a good thing he's even cute when he's dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6gh-iBfVr4/To4WWp_JNtI/AAAAAAAABj4/58hPDYA98FI/s1600/september%2B2011%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660486360134923986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6gh-iBfVr4/To4WWp_JNtI/AAAAAAAABj4/58hPDYA98FI/s400/september%2B2011%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; decided that he wanted to go all out so he started posing and improvising all on his own. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24ljUPkIc7E/To4WWedp3KI/AAAAAAAABjw/kbF9nZXq1F8/s1600/september%2B2011%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660486357041667234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24ljUPkIc7E/To4WWedp3KI/AAAAAAAABjw/kbF9nZXq1F8/s400/september%2B2011%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was even saying cheese here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vlw3xcuMl0/To4Vl47y0xI/AAAAAAAABjo/10KdmdJ2j80/s1600/school%2Bpictures%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660485522333815570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vlw3xcuMl0/To4Vl47y0xI/AAAAAAAABjo/10KdmdJ2j80/s400/school%2Bpictures%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker is too cute for her own good if you ask me. I can't believe she's in third grade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFU2CRoy1Mg/To4VlbtyldI/AAAAAAAABjg/-TVBPC2FWyw/s1600/school%2Bpictures%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660485514490451410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFU2CRoy1Mg/To4VlbtyldI/AAAAAAAABjg/-TVBPC2FWyw/s400/school%2Bpictures%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only way I could get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; to pose for the camera was to let him have goofy pictures throughout. This is his impression of smashing into a glass door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m__MeQt4hcY/To4VlBP2X_I/AAAAAAAABjY/tLqqZ-Qwgl0/s1600/school%2Bpictures%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660485507385548786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m__MeQt4hcY/To4VlBP2X_I/AAAAAAAABjY/tLqqZ-Qwgl0/s400/school%2Bpictures%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having adult size teeth in these little kids mouths really changes their looks. Yeah it's a little goofy but it's like getting a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;glimps&lt;/span&gt; of their teenage years and it scares the heck out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3MJqLY_MTno/To4VkxMnrII/AAAAAAAABjQ/knY-MbL-8Pk/s1600/school%2Bpictures%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660485503077035138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3MJqLY_MTno/To4VkxMnrII/AAAAAAAABjQ/knY-MbL-8Pk/s400/school%2Bpictures%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Creed has no idea how to "smile &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;." Plus he has allergies so being out in the brush really made it hard to get a normal picture of him. I have more pictures of him with his eyes closed or making a weird face then I have of decent ones. The funny thing is that most of the goofy ones are truer to who he really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRCOZ5Ujs3k/To4VkvUS9sI/AAAAAAAABjI/nAbGarVqOes/s1600/school%2Bpictures%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660485502572361410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRCOZ5Ujs3k/To4VkvUS9sI/AAAAAAAABjI/nAbGarVqOes/s400/school%2Bpictures%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; loves being in front of the camera! The only hard part about her shoot was picking which picture to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rofw-WPSZLs/To4TRf3W8yI/AAAAAAAABjA/czyqZskHiUc/s1600/september%2B2011%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660482972983685922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rofw-WPSZLs/To4TRf3W8yI/AAAAAAAABjA/czyqZskHiUc/s400/september%2B2011%2B014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan and I just finished reading "The Hunger Games" (thanks Melinda!). One night while I was reading to Ryan, Meatball came in and wanted some attention from Ryan. Once he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;figured&lt;/span&gt; out that that wasn't going to happen he made himself comfortable at the foot of our bed. I thought it was adorable but I had to hurry and take the picture before Ryan kicked him off the bed (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;). Our little Meatball is a funny character but may not be with us for too much longer. I love the little guy but why do pets insist on being so needy? Can't they figure out that they have to be low &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maintenence&lt;/span&gt; or they'll get the boot? We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hBdcgKlT_c/To4TQnIcP0I/AAAAAAAABi4/MBBP6PK6YPc/s1600/september%2B2011%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660482957754515266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hBdcgKlT_c/To4TQnIcP0I/AAAAAAAABi4/MBBP6PK6YPc/s400/september%2B2011%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids ran in and asked if they could go inside our neighbors house to play with their friends. I said no, we only play outside with our friends. This is how they thought outside the box. I walked outside and found them watching a movie with their friends &lt;em&gt;not inside&lt;/em&gt; their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NswMEg-t7w/To4TP2-56LI/AAAAAAAABio/mldvTVi8y98/s1600/september%2B2011%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660482944829614258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NswMEg-t7w/To4TP2-56LI/AAAAAAAABio/mldvTVi8y98/s400/september%2B2011%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker had her 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party on the 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! It was a butterfly theme, very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; and fun. She had five friends over so of course we turned them all into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;butterflys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S-mECR6DvKA/To4TPux_oeI/AAAAAAAABig/xmjU9B1DNpw/s1600/september%2B2011%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660482942627979746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S-mECR6DvKA/To4TPux_oeI/AAAAAAAABig/xmjU9B1DNpw/s400/september%2B2011%2B039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Orientel&lt;/span&gt; Trader we had butterfly things coming out of our ears! Heaven for Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found face painting things at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; so a few days before the party I did some practicing. The kids loved it and want it every day now. I would but by the end of the day it's a pretty big mess, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6BWnwByqb4/To4SNTXMyoI/AAAAAAAABiY/8oHcJadLwz8/s1600/september%2B2011%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660481801396472450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6BWnwByqb4/To4SNTXMyoI/AAAAAAAABiY/8oHcJadLwz8/s400/september%2B2011%2B021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; takes his super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heroing&lt;/span&gt; very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfM7nhocmlA/To4SNI3dk3I/AAAAAAAABiQ/22lYhFEibKs/s1600/september%2B2011%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660481798579000178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfM7nhocmlA/To4SNI3dk3I/AAAAAAAABiQ/22lYhFEibKs/s400/september%2B2011%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; was born to be a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_k-FL5EOEY/To4SMXb2naI/AAAAAAAABiI/G1xCRhnjh2U/s1600/september%2B2011%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660481785309863330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_k-FL5EOEY/To4SMXb2naI/AAAAAAAABiI/G1xCRhnjh2U/s400/september%2B2011%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creed got all the way into character and had his cape on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KeF8sWRcfFA/To4SMMSegBI/AAAAAAAABiA/IJlbq_ql7HY/s1600/september%2B2011%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660481782317744146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KeF8sWRcfFA/To4SMMSegBI/AAAAAAAABiA/IJlbq_ql7HY/s400/september%2B2011%2B032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; later added his cape as well (thank you grandma button for providing super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt; attire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdbJjQ8VSSg/To4SLrtc2KI/AAAAAAAABh4/pe-DF31xo4I/s1600/september%2B2011%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660481773572511906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdbJjQ8VSSg/To4SLrtc2KI/AAAAAAAABh4/pe-DF31xo4I/s400/september%2B2011%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker was pretty excited about her transformation. She said she really did want to take Meatball for a walk (she usually complains) and had him out walking around the neighborhood for almost 40 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the guys that works with Ryan was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; on Monday so we had a little going away party for him the week after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Parkers&lt;/span&gt; party. We played some minute to win it games and it turned out really fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukppV82VFkg/To4RN1_xnCI/AAAAAAAABhw/f7sxIK20DYw/s1600/september%2B2011%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660480711181835298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukppV82VFkg/To4RN1_xnCI/AAAAAAAABhw/f7sxIK20DYw/s400/september%2B2011%2B061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Master Sargent Knight and civilian Amy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; the "chocolate unicorn" minute to win it game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hkssrc_8hrM/To4RNdszatI/AAAAAAAABho/qm6ZS_zMSHQ/s1600/september%2B2011%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660480704659811026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hkssrc_8hrM/To4RNdszatI/AAAAAAAABho/qm6ZS_zMSHQ/s400/september%2B2011%2B047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This game was my favorite just because I can actually do it. You have to stack three &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chap sticks&lt;/span&gt; on top of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; using only chop sticks to touch them. Ryan and I stayed up the night before trying out the games and seeing if they were possible to play without prior practice. I had some very strange muscles that were sore the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFgihiYtceE/To4RNFCeutI/AAAAAAAABhg/E8TnOU7VrYs/s1600/september%2B2011%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660480698039843538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFgihiYtceE/To4RNFCeutI/AAAAAAAABhg/E8TnOU7VrYs/s400/september%2B2011%2B051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Chris, the one who's moving to Colorado to be with his new wife and soon-to-be born baby. It was really fun getting together with everyone that Ryan works with. He talks about them when he gets home but I hardly ever get to see them myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, September was a pretty big party month for us, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt;-haw!!&lt;br /&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;&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/8534270104535966331-5517334574063281968?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5517334574063281968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=5517334574063281968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5517334574063281968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5517334574063281968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/pictures-and-parties.html' title='Pictures and Parties!'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhZvMz6tngA/To4WW0brNbI/AAAAAAAABkA/O8Q_qsBYuk0/s72-c/september%2B2011%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-807858004198439460</id><published>2011-09-11T22:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:59:06.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in a flash</title><content type='html'>This summer has been great. Of course there is never time to blog about all of it. So, instead of feeling guilty all the time I'm going to give you our simmer in fast forward, but because of the strange loading of pictures, it will be in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiRifUUfaA0/Tm1u0TyGnLI/AAAAAAAABhI/n5CPLqPSgyE/s1600/june%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294952362515634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiRifUUfaA0/Tm1u0TyGnLI/AAAAAAAABhI/n5CPLqPSgyE/s400/june%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some strange reason the kids were feeling very united this night. They all gathered together and demanded I take their picture. As always, their wish is my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nA6U6kklki8/Tm1u0DN3bnI/AAAAAAAABhA/hSPJoREdAXs/s1600/june%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294947915558514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nA6U6kklki8/Tm1u0DN3bnI/AAAAAAAABhA/hSPJoREdAXs/s400/june%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our new dog "Meatball". No we didn't name him, his previous owner did, but I would totally take the credit for it. This is when he was super shaggy. I have cut his hair since then and he looks so much cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5cPgTiWAE4/Tm1uz1rQljI/AAAAAAAABg4/dF2c0CPOC-4/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294944280745522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5cPgTiWAE4/Tm1uz1rQljI/AAAAAAAABg4/dF2c0CPOC-4/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creed and Lincoln in Lehi Utah. My mom and I took the kids to the library one morning so the other adults could finish a work project. Personally, I think we ended up doing more work then they did, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNrAEehhBwA/Tm1uy8wYS7I/AAAAAAAABgw/1Frz2SxeZi8/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294929001401266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNrAEehhBwA/Tm1uy8wYS7I/AAAAAAAABgw/1Frz2SxeZi8/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maizi (sorry guys, I don't know how to spell her name!) and Beckham being as cute as can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaKQjOncL_I/Tm1t7WHFGKI/AAAAAAAABgo/bQcx2eenzkY/s1600/june%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651293973734824098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaKQjOncL_I/Tm1t7WHFGKI/AAAAAAAABgo/bQcx2eenzkY/s400/june%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creed with his birthday cake. It's supposed to be a bike rider at the top of a big muddy hill at the finish line. It kind of turned into a big chocolaty mess, but it tasted great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMHNBZUcvDc/Tm1t7cNIBGI/AAAAAAAABgg/F-6K3jSPqnY/s1600/june%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651293975370794082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMHNBZUcvDc/Tm1t7cNIBGI/AAAAAAAABgg/F-6K3jSPqnY/s400/june%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Button is the maker of super heroes. Now all the boys race around the house rescuing us from daily peril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cv6jT7To9XQ/Tm1t7KYNX0I/AAAAAAAABgY/PpTB98EsxPE/s1600/june%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651293970585444162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cv6jT7To9XQ/Tm1t7KYNX0I/AAAAAAAABgY/PpTB98EsxPE/s400/june%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our girl bonding time. I love hair dye! If I can't do it to my own hair then I'm going to do it to my daughters hair (with their permission of course!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7RNsKn43TE/Tm1t6Pu64XI/AAAAAAAABgQ/MZ2_lFSclls/s1600/june%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651293954843009394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7RNsKn43TE/Tm1t6Pu64XI/AAAAAAAABgQ/MZ2_lFSclls/s400/june%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Beckham got a Costco cake, but he loved picking it out and honestly, he won't remember this birthday anyway. I'm good for another year, then I'll have to make his too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HBnF4FtS28/Tm1tQx7Vt2I/AAAAAAAABgI/hUTQtnW3-fo/s1600/june%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651293242467399522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HBnF4FtS28/Tm1tQx7Vt2I/AAAAAAAABgI/hUTQtnW3-fo/s400/june%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We dog sat for some people that Ryan works with. Our dog is a Yorkshire Terrier. This dog was a Rat Terrier. Sadly the dogs didn't get along so we had to keep them seperated for four days, YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0cvNdGOIh7k/Tm1tQrqci8I/AAAAAAAABgA/WTIs8unogd8/s1600/june%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651293240785931202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0cvNdGOIh7k/Tm1tQrqci8I/AAAAAAAABgA/WTIs8unogd8/s400/june%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had fun at a Vandenberg AFB celebration. The kids got to go on the bouncy obstacle course, play tug-a-war, win prizes, all kinds of good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APNv4URezsc/Tm1tPzPux3I/AAAAAAAABf4/Ew3aHTpx0Ck/s1600/june%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651293225641494386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APNv4URezsc/Tm1tPzPux3I/AAAAAAAABf4/Ew3aHTpx0Ck/s400/june%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The younger kids got to play on a bouncy house. Makay jumped right in and never came out again. Beckham tried it but had a lot more fun playing on the little entrance slide. Oh how different they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJKpEMG_rQs/Tm1szXdiIqI/AAAAAAAABfo/eF29_z5XtpQ/s1600/june%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651292737146856098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJKpEMG_rQs/Tm1szXdiIqI/AAAAAAAABfo/eF29_z5XtpQ/s400/june%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is meatball when we first got him. He's a little smaller here. He's up to about five or six pounds now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5V57kWYjOhw/Tm1szETISQI/AAAAAAAABfg/crbj7dHoADw/s1600/june%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651292732002945282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5V57kWYjOhw/Tm1szETISQI/AAAAAAAABfg/crbj7dHoADw/s400/june%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is some of the summer fun we had in our back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4iAcQSi6qHc/Tm1syw1eLBI/AAAAAAAABfY/gSVjZNg87dE/s1600/june%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651292726778276882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4iAcQSi6qHc/Tm1syw1eLBI/AAAAAAAABfY/gSVjZNg87dE/s400/june%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The water never even had to get warmed by the sun, it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sTYiXsNc4U/Tm1sytaRL6I/AAAAAAAABfQ/Qp2Jk78oFqo/s1600/june%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651292725858873250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sTYiXsNc4U/Tm1sytaRL6I/AAAAAAAABfQ/Qp2Jk78oFqo/s400/june%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton wanted his own pool so people wouldn't splash him: this is what he got. Then of course, all the kids faught over the little pool. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that school is back in we should get back on track with blogging too (the important word in that sentence is "should"). It was so great to see most of our family this summer, it was a total blast even though we ended up driving almost 6,000 miles by the end of summer!!!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-807858004198439460?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/807858004198439460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=807858004198439460' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/807858004198439460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/807858004198439460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-in-flash.html' title='Summer in a flash'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiRifUUfaA0/Tm1u0TyGnLI/AAAAAAAABhI/n5CPLqPSgyE/s72-c/june%2B058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-296894790986717818</id><published>2011-06-20T00:19:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:58:06.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father son camping and family service project</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620155616786258178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNVAYe8CVL8/Tf7NwbD2GQI/AAAAAAAABfA/3tciC1OzPds/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B066.JPG" /&gt; Missed a few months, so here's what's been going on. Kids are hard at work here, doing what they love best...breaking things! Service projects are a great outlet for destructive tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620155613236450082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-le4cqrX2bCg/Tf7NwN1gUyI/AAAAAAAABe4/7oNJ4L6zIls/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620155607226176306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYEh0B1XvHI/Tf7Nv3ci0zI/AAAAAAAABew/WHoQSO_fmxg/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breaking up and loading the bricks the kids were excited unload them at the magical land of "dump"...very sad when they weren't allowed to explore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620156596252567746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdQf4mcdxTc/Tf7Opb2z6MI/AAAAAAAABfI/vyPDgG6XAxE/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620153925112109074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRqDGuYvMLg/Tf7MN9FTGBI/AAAAAAAABeQ/LS1jdEkjOrQ/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620153939105650418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0zJR7wG2UA/Tf7MOxNnlvI/AAAAAAAABeo/vfdEW4hEdTU/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who needs string? Just glue the mask to your face and it stays on all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620153935920183074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LyGuSkpc7Jk/Tf7MOlWJNyI/AAAAAAAABeg/wb4bQGsk6sY/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dress up time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620153925898973410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtqFlP0Ibds/Tf7MOAA5sOI/AAAAAAAABeY/X4GWhlETCJI/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B073.JPG" /&gt; Had a barbecue with our friends who have their very own bouncy house...uh, luckyyyy. Kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FBTjyPDgzc/Tf7MNi6IveI/AAAAAAAABeI/xOqRpZRW0vk/s1600/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620153918085971426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FBTjyPDgzc/Tf7MNi6IveI/AAAAAAAABeI/xOqRpZRW0vk/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passed this on the way to Father Sons Campout. It was closed at the time, but I'm sure it's gotta be the second most happiest place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVBvMnzoknc/Tf7LX4dEZiI/AAAAAAAABeA/Qwt6txYugQU/s1600/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620152996156696098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVBvMnzoknc/Tf7LX4dEZiI/AAAAAAAABeA/Qwt6txYugQU/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckham and Creed having fun with horseshoes. Concentrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4oSiHj1MaE4/Tf7LXPRT1OI/AAAAAAAABdw/MWp1-dX6akw/s1600/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620152985101522146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4oSiHj1MaE4/Tf7LXPRT1OI/AAAAAAAABdw/MWp1-dX6akw/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy campers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUkJGYlvrz4/Tf7LWr8IrfI/AAAAAAAABdo/7xJPVMCfjB8/s1600/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620152975617469938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUkJGYlvrz4/Tf7LWr8IrfI/AAAAAAAABdo/7xJPVMCfjB8/s400/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys and I had a great time, it was nice to spend time with them after being gone for a couple months...love em all!&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/8534270104535966331-296894790986717818?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/296894790986717818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=296894790986717818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/296894790986717818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/296894790986717818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='Father son camping and family service project'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNVAYe8CVL8/Tf7NwbD2GQI/AAAAAAAABfA/3tciC1OzPds/s72-c/father%2Bson%2Bcamping%2B066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-9120239002164380676</id><published>2011-04-25T11:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:44:43.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break in San Diego!</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY got my computer back!! You have no idea how long a month can be until you have lived through one with no computer (mostly meaning "Internet"). What did people do in the 70's and early 80's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ryan has been gone (8 weeks now with two more to go) we have been having two of the young women from the ward come over twice a week to play with and watch the kids so I can clean the house and such, uninterrupted. The girls are great and the kids adore them. Easton took it upon himself to teach Nancy (17) how to play xbox kinect. It was hilarious hearing him encouraging her, "that's okay, you're doing a really good job." it was like he was the 17 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phH_xVOSkHo/TbWTJn7V0II/AAAAAAAABdU/0137ucvhFyc/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599543505251061890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phH_xVOSkHo/TbWTJn7V0II/AAAAAAAABdU/0137ucvhFyc/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed has become the self proclaimed funny man (also what the kids call Jerry Lewis) of the house. He takes his role very seriously. In school they made leprechaun paraphernalia that Creed loved to wear. He became an expert &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;hat repairer&lt;/span&gt; (he was a little more generous with the tape then I would have liked) but that hat lasted three days! I think by the end there was more tape then hat left.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yhf8NyuqtKU/TbWTJN2antI/AAAAAAAABdM/FH6_qf5nUdI/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599543498251083474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yhf8NyuqtKU/TbWTJN2antI/AAAAAAAABdM/FH6_qf5nUdI/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The thought of having the kids home for an entire week by myself brought tears to my eyes so I called up ol' ma and pa and asked if I could share the torture, I mean joy, of spring break with them. They were so great to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down to San Diego on Friday without a scratch on the car (which was amazing!). I knew that driving for almost 6 hours with 5 kids in the car would not be easy; but that was kind of an understatement. Yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Brittany was nice enough to let us come spend Saturday at the Bunker house. The kids weren't even afraid of the dog this time. We had a little pizza party for lunch ... (notice the funny man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uL8GeZUkHmY/TbWTI1GrUKI/AAAAAAAABdE/EdisY567AmU/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599543491608400034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uL8GeZUkHmY/TbWTI1GrUKI/AAAAAAAABdE/EdisY567AmU/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then took a walk to a local park. I thought it funny that Brittany brought a stroller for Austin and yet my kids were the only ones I ever saw in it. I think Austin only got a couple of minutes in it. But not to worry, when he wasn't in the stroller he was usually being accompanied by the hand (weather he liked it or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjdC8yMSXUA/TbWSvSlCSOI/AAAAAAAABc8/vQg2WvvX2ck/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599543052843763938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjdC8yMSXUA/TbWSvSlCSOI/AAAAAAAABc8/vQg2WvvX2ck/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was an amazing area by the park that the kids LOVED. There were all kinds of statues and colors, snakes (not real) and rocks. We could have spent much longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHAh7-wCUj4/TbWSvPEv_QI/AAAAAAAABc0/NrBVZ1NLWXI/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599543051903040770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHAh7-wCUj4/TbWSvPEv_QI/AAAAAAAABc0/NrBVZ1NLWXI/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course each kid wanted a picture of themselves on each statue. Brittany was much nicer then me and I think she took about 100 pictures of the kids climbing, posing and being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RysAtwGxYRg/TbWSuqD0RwI/AAAAAAAABcs/tV_kK0F_s_o/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599543041967015682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RysAtwGxYRg/TbWSuqD0RwI/AAAAAAAABcs/tV_kK0F_s_o/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It really was cool to walk around and see everything there. Just the rocks and glass that were used was really fun to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIGuwjSZvgg/TbWSubRk9yI/AAAAAAAABck/6x63Arr8tjY/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599543037998200610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIGuwjSZvgg/TbWSubRk9yI/AAAAAAAABck/6x63Arr8tjY/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton is standing on a snake head if you hadn't noticed. He wanted to have is arm in there like the snake was eating him but then decided to go with his "Native American pose." I think he got it off Pocahontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz-g5qa7nDA/TbWST4r6ctI/AAAAAAAABcc/wjtFnL75g0Y/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599542582036820690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz-g5qa7nDA/TbWST4r6ctI/AAAAAAAABcc/wjtFnL75g0Y/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Parker and Avery went with the "being eaten" pose. If you haven't seen the movie Madagascar there is a part where Alex the Lion turns wild and bites his friend Marty on the rear end. The kids are normally not supposed to dwell on that part because they end up saying the world "butt." Anyway, it was pretty funny when Creed saw Parker and Avery posing and said under his breath, "Uh Alex, you're biting my butt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFlKjHaOJrQ/TbWSTsPfGKI/AAAAAAAABcU/FO4Hx52DK50/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599542578696362146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFlKjHaOJrQ/TbWSTsPfGKI/AAAAAAAABcU/FO4Hx52DK50/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the main statue in the middle. I should have taken a picture of the underside of the inside of it too, it was pretty amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that concluded our Saturday with the Bunkers. We watched General Conference on Sunday and then geared up for a week long party. On Tuesday we went to mission bay and then on Wednesday we went back again with the Bunkers. It was a cool day, temperature wise, but that didn't stop the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EEmS2-hak8/TbWSTelpFvI/AAAAAAAABcM/LHfUB07N9vk/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599542575031195378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EEmS2-hak8/TbWSTelpFvI/AAAAAAAABcM/LHfUB07N9vk/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously, we were chilly just standing there watching them. They played in the water for a good 30 minutes though. We had just bought new bathing suits for all the kids the day before. If they had one like Maks in my size I totally would have gotten it. Grandma Kim described it perfectly when she said she looks like a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uckpx5ZpEDM/TbWSTI_o4bI/AAAAAAAABcE/ynHuPtmyzq0/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599542569234653618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uckpx5ZpEDM/TbWSTI_o4bI/AAAAAAAABcE/ynHuPtmyzq0/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really hard trying to get all the kids together for a group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OM8jWaMPDDg/TbWR2TAs5oI/AAAAAAAABb8/LbfTnQJuBR4/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599542073707259522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OM8jWaMPDDg/TbWR2TAs5oI/AAAAAAAABb8/LbfTnQJuBR4/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally we got six out of the seven and we called it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-louOSSOFZys/TbWR2FvaDHI/AAAAAAAABb0/tR1cc1BaR4w/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599542070145059954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-louOSSOFZys/TbWR2FvaDHI/AAAAAAAABb0/tR1cc1BaR4w/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is Makay, Avery, Parker, Creed, Easton and Beckham. Where is Austin you ask? He was the only one with sense enough to be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WL8kTbhiFsE/TbWR1w9KYEI/AAAAAAAABbs/oX3vzoxo3lQ/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599542064565608514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WL8kTbhiFsE/TbWR1w9KYEI/AAAAAAAABbs/oX3vzoxo3lQ/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the kids finally came out, Grandma was great for warming them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oR8YM4tIH58/TbWR1dnZQBI/AAAAAAAABbk/qrZZkBGI1Xg/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599542059374034962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oR8YM4tIH58/TbWR1dnZQBI/AAAAAAAABbk/qrZZkBGI1Xg/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We forgot to bring kites, thank goodness for Brittany. Easton loves kites and at first was a little embarrassed to be seen with an Aerial kite but he got over that pretty fast. How the heck did my little boy grow up into such a big kid so fast!?! Look at him, he's huge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9AAA8slRq8/TbWRVX2YFUI/AAAAAAAABbc/ZOUW3XIqqv8/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599541508070446402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9AAA8slRq8/TbWRVX2YFUI/AAAAAAAABbc/ZOUW3XIqqv8/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a playground near by so the kids ran around and warmed up while the women cooked dinner on a mini grill. I think it was a first, not having a man there to do the grilling (insert a Tim the Tool Man Taylor grunt here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtin3k7-BpI/TbWRU-93lgI/AAAAAAAABbU/CC262EhXNTk/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599541501390984706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtin3k7-BpI/TbWRU-93lgI/AAAAAAAABbU/CC262EhXNTk/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids adore Austin and Avery! I just hope they didn't "adore" them too much. 5 kids, all giving too much of a good thing can get a little overwhelming sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xwddoy0GBg/TbWRUL2clsI/AAAAAAAABbE/S3-_ziJc6QY/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599541487669647042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xwddoy0GBg/TbWRUL2clsI/AAAAAAAABbE/S3-_ziJc6QY/s400/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over all it was a party week and very bearable for me, so by all accounts, a success. Thanks mom and dad for being our entertainment for what would have been, a very rough week. Britt, it was great to see you and the kids! And a special shout out to cold stone creamery, thanks for letting us women (me, Britt and Mary) have some much needed (at least on my part) therapy. Oh, and also to Jared and Andy for letting me steal your wives because I don't have a husband right now. I have the best friends and family in the world!!&lt;br /&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;&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/8534270104535966331-9120239002164380676?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9120239002164380676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=9120239002164380676' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/9120239002164380676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/9120239002164380676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-in-san-diego.html' title='Spring Break in San Diego!'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phH_xVOSkHo/TbWTJn7V0II/AAAAAAAABdU/0137ucvhFyc/s72-c/spring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-6678503622706041577</id><published>2011-03-10T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:57:23.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation with Creed</title><content type='html'>Creed is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;joke-ster&lt;/span&gt; in our family. He is always doing something silly trying to get his brothers and sisters to laugh. But his funniest moments have always been when he wasn't trying to be. Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed wanted to wear a Spider Man shirt to school one day. Our conversation went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SF8kLg65pBE/TXlSNf2X4dI/AAAAAAAABa8/iTl5NqsoRRc/s1600/dec.2010%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582583604943774162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SF8kLg65pBE/TXlSNf2X4dI/AAAAAAAABa8/iTl5NqsoRRc/s400/dec.2010%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Creed, you can't wear that to school, please pick another shirt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed- "Why can't I wear it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Because it's a character shirt, it's against your schools dress code."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed- "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "YOU JUST CAN'T WEAR THE SHIRT OKAY, PICK ANOTHER ONE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed- "But other people wear character shirts (I knew he had heard me). Girls wear Justin Beaver (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bieber&lt;/span&gt;) shirts all the time and I never get in trouble when I wear mine. So why can't I wear Spider Man?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Creed, you don't have a Justin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bieber&lt;/span&gt; shirt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed- "Yes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed ran to get the proof and prove me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582583343929445842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duyx5UXZGzg/TXlR-TftTdI/AAAAAAAABa0/yaHgJ97M4UE/s400/march%2B2011%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-up8bS9hZjrc/TXlR91-t5MI/AAAAAAAABas/GLm-M8HvERc/s1600/dec.2010%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Creed has a Justin Bieber shirt, what was I thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Okay, you have Justin Bieber but you still can't wear your Spider Man shirt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed- "WHAT!?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's hilarious&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/8534270104535966331-6678503622706041577?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6678503622706041577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=6678503622706041577' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6678503622706041577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6678503622706041577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/03/conversation-with-creed.html' title='A Conversation with Creed'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SF8kLg65pBE/TXlSNf2X4dI/AAAAAAAABa8/iTl5NqsoRRc/s72-c/dec.2010%2B040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-109948355775472165</id><published>2011-03-04T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:19:16.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Ryan</title><content type='html'>I have no pictures for this post so I'll keep it short. Maybe then it will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bearable&lt;/span&gt;.  Ryan left on February 28 to go for some Public Health training on a base in Ohio. He is going to be gone for 10 weeks, 2 1/2 whole months. That is such a long time, I don't know how I'm going to handle it when he gets deployed.  But so far things are going great. The kids are helping out a ton and we have things functioning way better then I thought they would be. My house is even staying clean (not magically by itself though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to get everyone caught up and now I'll get on the ball and take some pictures. Creed was citizen of the month and I didn't even take pictures, I'm such a bad parent. My poor middle child!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-109948355775472165?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/109948355775472165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=109948355775472165' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/109948355775472165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/109948355775472165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye-ryan.html' title='Goodbye Ryan'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-3307126518872829669</id><published>2011-02-01T20:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:49:37.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Jack!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Parker and Easton for their school awards! Parker received the highest award their school gives; a self manager award. They only give it out three different times during the year, this being the second. She gets to wear a button to school every day proclaiming to all of her accomplishment. It also allows her to have special privileges. (It's a little over the top for my taste but Parker is very into it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiwXzT1ccI/AAAAAAAABac/XeR9ZQeUaVQ/s1600/january%2B2011%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568894862200500674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiwXzT1ccI/AAAAAAAABac/XeR9ZQeUaVQ/s400/january%2B2011%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton was awarded the citizen of the month award for his first grade class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiwXsC4_zI/AAAAAAAABaU/qzNZgEsKAR4/s1600/january%2B2011%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568894860250382130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiwXsC4_zI/AAAAAAAABaU/qzNZgEsKAR4/s400/january%2B2011%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and he got to give "Paws" a high five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiwXDin4TI/AAAAAAAABaM/tVSyqn9E7PY/s1600/january%2B2011%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568894849377624370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiwXDin4TI/AAAAAAAABaM/tVSyqn9E7PY/s400/january%2B2011%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for our other news. We have been planning this for a while but didn't want to spill the beans until it was official. Please welcome the newest member of the Button family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiwWy2RcwI/AAAAAAAABaE/xCw4fkWR-Wc/s1600/january%2B2011%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568894844896637698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiwWy2RcwI/AAAAAAAABaE/xCw4fkWR-Wc/s400/january%2B2011%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Jack, our new puppy. We drove four hours away on Saturday to Norco where there is a gentle giants dog rescue. We saw a couple of dogs there but Jack was our favorite. He hadn't been vet checked yet so I had to drive back the next day to pick him up and bring him home. He is a brindle colored Great Dane who loves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUivtwODJnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/g2z2p13i82Q/s1600/january%2B2011%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568894139816420978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUivtwODJnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/g2z2p13i82Q/s400/january%2B2011%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him in comparison to our kids you get an idea of how big he is. Already he is above the average height of a Great Dane and he still has 15 months of growing to do. Leave it to me to pick the biggest dog they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUivtQVhH0I/AAAAAAAABZ0/GzyhTYfes44/s1600/january%2B2011%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568894131257810754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUivtQVhH0I/AAAAAAAABZ0/GzyhTYfes44/s400/january%2B2011%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are LOVING having him around. He's been a little hesitant with a new home and family to get used to but he's doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUivtDw3ZLI/AAAAAAAABZs/r6w_GPpus5U/s1600/january%2B2011%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568894127882855602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUivtDw3ZLI/AAAAAAAABZs/r6w_GPpus5U/s400/january%2B2011%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found a giant dog bed online and he claimed that pretty quick. I just hope it's still big enough when he's full grown! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now his rear end is up higher then his head which means he's in the middle of a growth spurt. It's crazy, his back is higher then our kitchen table. He can walk up to it and perfectly rest his chin on the top, yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiuvQF4McI/AAAAAAAABZk/c-W92XXvJCw/s1600/january%2B2011%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568893066040324546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiuvQF4McI/AAAAAAAABZk/c-W92XXvJCw/s400/january%2B2011%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't hold still for a picture standing up so we just had Easton lay down next to him for a comparison. All my life I have wanted a dog and now I finally have one. I have the best husband in the world to let me get a dog. Thank you baby!!! This was the best birthday present ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiuuXXyKeI/AAAAAAAABZU/ZX90kD9NKYI/s1600/january%2B2011%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568893050814605794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiuuXXyKeI/AAAAAAAABZU/ZX90kD9NKYI/s400/january%2B2011%2B063.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;&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/8534270104535966331-3307126518872829669?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3307126518872829669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=3307126518872829669' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3307126518872829669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3307126518872829669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/02/introducing-jack.html' title='Introducing Jack!'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TUiwXzT1ccI/AAAAAAAABac/XeR9ZQeUaVQ/s72-c/january%2B2011%2B046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-499576026360742433</id><published>2011-01-23T22:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:37:46.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Kids!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom is crazy unorganized and can't find things all the time. (Don't tell her I said that though) She couldn't find the cord to the camera to download our pictures for like, ever.  She's like, way stressed out, so when she finally found it I thought it would help her out by doing the family post for her. (Plus, her posts are pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; (don't tell her I said that either!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hello, I'm Parker. A little bit about my favorite subject, Me.  I LOVE attention. I'm really good at reading and spelling. I get all A's on my spelling tests. I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bragging&lt;/span&gt;, I'm just telling you the truth. My favorite color is probably pink but I change it up a lot. I love to ride my bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxjm8uk7I/AAAAAAAABZE/TWYps226kKI/s1600/dec.2010%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565588833576063922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxjm8uk7I/AAAAAAAABZE/TWYps226kKI/s400/dec.2010%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you about my brothers and sister. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; was born next. His birthday is coming up on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and he's going to be 7. He says that's old, but I'm still older then him. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; loves to draw and I guess he's pretty good at it too. We ride bikes together with our friends that live by us. We usually play "war" boys against girls. The boys always say they won but they didn't, the girls almost always win! He just lost one of his top front teeth. Maybe I can take a picture and post it because he looks funny with it gone. We all laughed when mom yanked it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxje53QbI/AAAAAAAABY8/YlSlg_1C_Ns/s1600/dec.2010%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565588831416566194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxje53QbI/AAAAAAAABY8/YlSlg_1C_Ns/s400/dec.2010%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Creed, he was born after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;. He's 5 1/2 and in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;. We all walk to school together and Creed is always complaining that he's tired. I know that he's not though because  they already fixed his heart and he doesn't have holes in it any more. Creed is really goofy and always makes us laugh, especially at bed time and at dinner time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Creed was complaining to mom that girls got to do things that boys don't (because I got to go inside my friends house to play with dolls and the boys couldn't) and that it's wrong! "Martha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lutha&lt;/span&gt; King" said that we could all do the same things! (We all learned about Martin Luther King Jr. in school last week) Mom thought he was pretty funny that time but I don't know why because Creed wasn't even trying to be funny then. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxjLILLCI/AAAAAAAABY0/NXZaDiKiDZI/s1600/dec.2010%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565588826107882530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxjLILLCI/AAAAAAAABY0/NXZaDiKiDZI/s400/dec.2010%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; is my little sister. EVERYBODY says that she has beautiful eyes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; loves to play dress up and take her stuffed animals on walks, take care of her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;babys&lt;/span&gt;, things like that. She got a bike that has training wheels on it for Christmas so she can ride outside with us now. She does pretty well but when we go on family bike rides, SHE TAKES FOREVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxi_BbcNI/AAAAAAAABYs/Mo8Tq6gEMuQ/s1600/dec.2010%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565588822858363090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxi_BbcNI/AAAAAAAABYs/Mo8Tq6gEMuQ/s400/dec.2010%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our baby, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt;. We all love him and usually he's really fun to play with. He's funny too. If we tell him to show us him bum bum, he turns around and sticks his bum out! We laugh forever when he does that. He likes to take rides on our backs like we are horses and follow us around at the park. It's okay, he's a pretty good little brother to have. Plus, all of our friends love him and are always asking if he can come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxit9RADI/AAAAAAAABYk/phM_gAihWp4/s1600/dec.2010%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565588818277498930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxit9RADI/AAAAAAAABYk/phM_gAihWp4/s400/dec.2010%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that you know a little about us I'll tell you about some of the things we have been doing lately. Last Sunday we got board so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; started pulling us around the kitchen on his blanket. He wouldn't give me one because he said I was too big, whatever!, but he gave them to everyone else. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; makes a pretty good sled dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzwwC91mRI/AAAAAAAABYc/RKDFE8SZyio/s1600/dec.2010%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565587947743713554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzwwC91mRI/AAAAAAAABYc/RKDFE8SZyio/s400/dec.2010%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom ordered some shoes online and they finally came. Like I said, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; loves to dress up. She likes mom shoes but she can only really stand in them, every time she tried to walk she fell over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzwv3cC4dI/AAAAAAAABYU/saPzItxr97Y/s1600/dec.2010%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565587944649187794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzwv3cC4dI/AAAAAAAABYU/saPzItxr97Y/s400/dec.2010%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't really care that she couldn't walk though. She stood in them for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzwvh_tBTI/AAAAAAAABYM/Fvi2DfSeC_0/s1600/dec.2010%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565587938893169970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzwvh_tBTI/AAAAAAAABYM/Fvi2DfSeC_0/s400/dec.2010%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; still plays with his food a lot. We had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oranges&lt;/span&gt; for snack and he had to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; all the sections and then lined them up before he ate any of them. My mom said, " like Mother like son," but I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzwvVFdD5I/AAAAAAAABYE/dzteoONiX3w/s1600/dec.2010%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565587935427628946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzwvVFdD5I/AAAAAAAABYE/dzteoONiX3w/s400/dec.2010%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spend Christmas in Washington with our Button grandparents. We could only stay a few days and we had to drive FOREVER (17 hours one way!), but we had a lot of fun. We hadn't been there in so long so we had a ton of fun with our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; and uncles and aunts. We had SO much fun in fact that mom and dad forgot to take pictures! I keep telling them they should just buy me one and then they wouldn't have to worry about it. They never listen to me though. (don't tell them I said that! but it's true!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Nick has a real guitar and we all got to take turns with it. Grandma is really good at piano and we got to play with that a little too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzv3ADeTDI/AAAAAAAABX8/1t9Nh_Ck1wY/s1600/dec.2010%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565586967709502514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzv3ADeTDI/AAAAAAAABX8/1t9Nh_Ck1wY/s400/dec.2010%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the other picture they took. Grandma sewed a lot and made all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; some really cool things for Christmas. This was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eastons&lt;/span&gt; crayon caddy. We all got one with cool fabric (mine is purple and pink with sparkles and buttons on it). We also got our very own pillow cases and books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzv2g9bzPI/AAAAAAAABX0/wjcDR5mcl2s/s1600/dec.2010%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565586959362673906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzv2g9bzPI/AAAAAAAABX0/wjcDR5mcl2s/s400/dec.2010%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left for Christmas we got our chairs in the mail.  We have a cool fire place at our house and you turn it on like you turn on the light, it's awesome! My mom turned it into our reading area so we got chairs and a rug to go in front of the fire place. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; likes it the most, whenever we can't find her we just go to the fireplace and she is on the floor in front of it with her toes stuck in the heat vents (she hates wearing socks so her feet are always cold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzv2FXl4tI/AAAAAAAABXs/6e8LYlKFi_g/s1600/dec.2010%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565586951956194002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzv2FXl4tI/AAAAAAAABXs/6e8LYlKFi_g/s400/dec.2010%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one night of our Christmas break when Dad was giving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; rides by pulling him on the floor who was giving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; rides by letting him sit on his back. It was pretty funny, Becks kept saying, "yeehaw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzv14Jtn3I/AAAAAAAABXk/ebWgmuek6hI/s1600/dec.2010%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565586948408319858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzv14Jtn3I/AAAAAAAABXk/ebWgmuek6hI/s400/dec.2010%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Christmas party for the people that work with my dad. Grandma Kim was in town and she helped my mom get things ready. They made the house look really nice. All the adults stayed in the kitchen and living room and talked and stuff and the kids got to play in the garage. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poring&lt;/span&gt; rain so we turned our garage into the play room and we put our toy house in there and we had huge moving boxes, it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzvOGJtQdI/AAAAAAAABXc/Oia0h09xnuI/s1600/dec.2010%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565586264971624914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzvOGJtQdI/AAAAAAAABXc/Oia0h09xnuI/s400/dec.2010%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all the adults from the party. The guy on the left, Mr. Hays, made like 50 deserts and we got to try ALL of them. The fudge was our favorite so we told the little kids to go in and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sneak&lt;/span&gt; some into the garage for us. (don't tell my parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzvN7V7zqI/AAAAAAAABXU/Q-lE0ILT2pI/s1600/dec.2010%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565586262070120098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzvN7V7zqI/AAAAAAAABXU/Q-lE0ILT2pI/s400/dec.2010%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before that party we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makays&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party. Grandma and mom made a cool cake with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fondant&lt;/span&gt;, (it's like edible &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play dough&lt;/span&gt;! (we snuck some of that too)) and we had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzvNdbS3wI/AAAAAAAABXM/gazZBnmS-UU/s1600/dec.2010%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565586254039539458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzvNdbS3wI/AAAAAAAABXM/gazZBnmS-UU/s400/dec.2010%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makies&lt;/span&gt; presents was a monkey from Grandma Button. It's big and it makes monkey noises and claps it's hands and stuff. It's really cool and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; LOVES it! She even takes it with her when we go to the store and stuff, it's really funny. See, here in the picture, she did her hair and her monkeys hair to match!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzvNIVtXbI/AAAAAAAABXE/y8Qbi7GLnWg/s1600/dec.2010%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565586248378965426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzvNIVtXbI/AAAAAAAABXE/y8Qbi7GLnWg/s400/dec.2010%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, that's about all we have been doing. Feel free to tell my mom how much you liked my post. Maybe she will see that people like mine more then hers and she'll let me do it all the time! Bye.&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;&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/8534270104535966331-499576026360742433?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/499576026360742433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=499576026360742433' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/499576026360742433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/499576026360742433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-kids.html' title='Meet the Kids!'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TTzxjm8uk7I/AAAAAAAABZE/TWYps226kKI/s72-c/dec.2010%2B033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-3786173164412789279</id><published>2010-12-12T19:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:30:02.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know everyone was worried that something had happened to us, but we are alive, no worries.  Things have been somewhat crazy for us lately as far as normal everyday life, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;routines&lt;/span&gt;, our personal belongings. We are finally getting back on track though. Hence, the blog update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill you in on some things for anyone who doesn't know what's  been going on. We packed up our house in Pittsburgh and left for San Diego at the end of July. We left all of our stuff in our house so the Air Force could come, pick it up and move it to Cali for us. We stayed with my parents in San Diego for nine weeks. (Bless them for their patience!) Ryan left for Officer Training Camp in Alabama at the end of August and was gone for five weeks. While he was away the kids and I stayed with my parents and the kids (Parker, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; and Creed) started school across the street at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sandberg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elementry&lt;/span&gt; School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan finished his training and came back to San Diego on a Friday at the end of September. His parents flew in the next day for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Parkers&lt;/span&gt; baptism which was on Sunday. It was an amazing baptism by the way. Shanna Riches gave an awesome talk about the Holy Ghost and the spirit was really strong. The Buttons were able to stay for a few days to play with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy San Diego. They left on Wednesday evening. Ryan, me and the two youngest kids drove up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vandenberg&lt;/span&gt; AFB the next day to see if we could find some housing. We drove back to San Diego on Saturday, packed up all of our stuff at my parents house and moved to the bases Temporary Housing Facility (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TLF&lt;/span&gt;) on Monday. WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived in temporary housing for six weeks. The kids settled right into the school that's here on base and all we had to do was wait for them to finish building the house that we were to move into. It was a long wait, I got pretty sick of not having any of our things but I can't complain too much (we had housekeepers come by every day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a week before Thanksgiving we were able to move into our new home. Things are still crazy and unorganized but at least we are in a permanent place. So without any more gabbing, here are some pictures of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVqYSYQA2I/AAAAAAAABW4/qsW_s3e7_ho/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549959081286959970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVqYSYQA2I/AAAAAAAABW4/qsW_s3e7_ho/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVqXtEZ9ZI/AAAAAAAABWw/sRwDZlc_vIE/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549959071271613842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVqXtEZ9ZI/AAAAAAAABWw/sRwDZlc_vIE/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Air Force takes care of our front yard for us. The sprinklers are on a timer and they come by once a week and cut the grass. We are in charge of our back yard but I've heard it's pretty serious. They can ticket you if your grass is too long. Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I heard male voices right outside my front door so I went to see what was going on. Two men where standing in the garden bent over, weeding. Seriously!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVqXV4vCRI/AAAAAAAABWo/evLlUyIMehQ/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549959065048647954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVqXV4vCRI/AAAAAAAABWo/evLlUyIMehQ/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our lovely front door and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mat&lt;/span&gt; that still has the tag on it. I love the bench. they have a thrift store here on base that I found it at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, I only have half of our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;curtains&lt;/span&gt; up. I wanted to make sure they would look the way I wanted before I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; all of them. Now I just have to get them finished before any company comes over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpT3YjOmI/AAAAAAAABWI/4B9XH2epid8/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957905809357410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpT3YjOmI/AAAAAAAABWI/4B9XH2epid8/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids decorated the Christmas tree all by themselves. I handed them the ornaments and they put them where ever they wanted. That is why half the ornaments are on the bottom branches. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpTOo1ToI/AAAAAAAABWA/2IXu5Mv58qc/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957894871797378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpTOo1ToI/AAAAAAAABWA/2IXu5Mv58qc/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The main living area is all connected so this is from the front window looking to the back yard. I'm not sure if I like the set up yet but so far it's working okay. At least it's easy to keep an eye on the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpSrX6gdI/AAAAAAAABV4/mtmEbzmgyMQ/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957885405594066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpSrX6gdI/AAAAAAAABV4/mtmEbzmgyMQ/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We divided the carpeted area into living room (off limits to kids) and family room areas. This is the family room area. (Does it look like Parker and Easton are doing River Dance or what?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpR_Pq6fI/AAAAAAAABVw/s5y7UDgo34Q/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957873559857650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpR_Pq6fI/AAAAAAAABVw/s5y7UDgo34Q/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view you would have if you opened the door and walked in. We finally found a bench with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cubby&lt;/span&gt; holes for the kids shoes, I love it! The computer area is right next to that and then what we are calling the library area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpRX2uFoI/AAAAAAAABVo/vM885mH5HJo/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957862986225282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVpRX2uFoI/AAAAAAAABVo/vM885mH5HJo/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our backyard is a good size with a cute little patio. We put our old kitchen table out there so the kids can do homework &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; on nice days, messy craft projects &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;. The grass hadn't grown hardly at all when we got here so they asked us to stay off of it until it came in more. I've been watering it and it doesn't look much different. Did I mention they can ticket us if we let our grass die too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVow3VV0dI/AAAAAAAABVg/sdRVKEPifU0/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957304500474322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVow3VV0dI/AAAAAAAABVg/sdRVKEPifU0/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can look down and see the whole streets back yards in either direction. Not the most privacy but. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVowNR7gUI/AAAAAAAABVY/hqSSuX8bGUc/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957293211877698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVowNR7gUI/AAAAAAAABVY/hqSSuX8bGUc/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were lucky to get the running trail behind our house. We have all these trees and wild area for the kids to play in and right after that is a trail that goes a couple of miles to the fitness center. The kids love it back there and in fact, now have three different club houses built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVovmCHTeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/zQ-iiDdO2oY/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957282676559330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVovmCHTeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/zQ-iiDdO2oY/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our dining room and kitchen area. It's awesome, the fake wood floor they put down doesn't scratch. I'm so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVou4XFWEI/AAAAAAAABVI/mgDPrr3xoRE/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957270416480322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVou4XFWEI/AAAAAAAABVI/mgDPrr3xoRE/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from the kitchen to the dining area. As you can see they put the fire place on the other side of the table. Odd place if you ask me but we turned it into a cozy reading area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVouQxNLzI/AAAAAAAABVA/8cFN3dguP44/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549957259788627762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVouQxNLzI/AAAAAAAABVA/8cFN3dguP44/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have a  bar now, I love it. The kids can do homework while I'm cooking dinner (theoretically) and the best part about it. . . we found red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bar stools&lt;/span&gt;! Heck yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoLaYTsOI/AAAAAAAABU4/Af68Zxt4r1Q/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549956661073129698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoLaYTsOI/AAAAAAAABU4/Af68Zxt4r1Q/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so this is the kitchen. I know, it's a crazy mess. I'm still trying to figure out where I want all the food to go so it's kind of been a disaster. But, we have a dishwasher now so who cares what the kitchen looks like! Between the dishwasher and having a garbage disposal, I'm in heaven! (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oddly&lt;/span&gt; enough we have lived in places for the past five years that have not had either. I never would have thought that a garbage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disposal&lt;/span&gt; could be such a plus about a house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoLL2jFsI/AAAAAAAABUw/h0iCpGQzJ-o/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549956657173436098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoLL2jFsI/AAAAAAAABUw/h0iCpGQzJ-o/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have a pantry and then a little walk way to the garage door and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; the laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoKrJsLVI/AAAAAAAABUo/eOpn0mnUGA8/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549956648395353426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoKrJsLVI/AAAAAAAABUo/eOpn0mnUGA8/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the laundry room is no longer in the scary, spider infested basement, I no longer have an excuse not to do it. Is that a plus or minus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoKY1AZyI/AAAAAAAABUg/Fmq4t2UFezM/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549956643476760354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoKY1AZyI/AAAAAAAABUg/Fmq4t2UFezM/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Connected to the laundry room is another little storage room that we are using as a second pantry/food storage room. If you have been watching Glen Beck at all you are probably gathering food storage as well. If not, START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoJ3ZtXeI/AAAAAAAABUY/9erOyLhZbhE/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549956634503896546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVoJ3ZtXeI/AAAAAAAABUY/9erOyLhZbhE/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, lets take a visit to the other side of the house where the bedrooms are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnb8sGdAI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ROagYocafuU/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549955845649232898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnb8sGdAI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ROagYocafuU/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First bedroom is the master. As you can see, our room has not taken priority in unpacking. Don't worry, we aren't becoming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoarders&lt;/span&gt;, I just haven't had time to find a place for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnbdUjOTI/AAAAAAAABUI/5ww2MxkHO14/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549955837228955954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnbdUjOTI/AAAAAAAABUI/5ww2MxkHO14/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Same with our bathroom so I figured this was the safest view for everyone to see. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. That's our shower &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;curtain&lt;/span&gt; if you can't tell what you're looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnbAtUwgI/AAAAAAAABUA/vCFWgUY95Ig/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549955829548237314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnbAtUwgI/AAAAAAAABUA/vCFWgUY95Ig/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it! We have a walk in closet. After the houses that we have been in (especially our Pittsburgh house) these seemingly little things make me slap happy. Check out my shoes on the floor, they are zebra print and my new favorite pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnax0eXsI/AAAAAAAABT4/ULiAPiK4cgo/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549955825551695554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnax0eXsI/AAAAAAAABT4/ULiAPiK4cgo/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ryans&lt;/span&gt; side of the walk in. I'm so nice, I even shared the shoe rack. And can I just say that my husband looks hot in his uniforms! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnaRv9KKI/AAAAAAAABTw/qbNQbNZAO0c/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549955816942807202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVnaRv9KKI/AAAAAAAABTw/qbNQbNZAO0c/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing that makes me smile just thinking about, a linen closet. Oh happy day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; likes it too but for other purposes. If you can't find him, he's in there doing his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'm going to have to get some air fresheners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmpEZ63mI/AAAAAAAABTo/eLH6vJ2xHQ8/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549954971547131490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmpEZ63mI/AAAAAAAABTo/eLH6vJ2xHQ8/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, we aren't secret hoarders. This is, or will be someday, my craft room. Right now it's, "anything we can't find a place for or need out of the way put it in here" room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmo_nW_EI/AAAAAAAABTg/le9BruhhVbA/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549954970261322818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmo_nW_EI/AAAAAAAABTg/le9BruhhVbA/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys room. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; and Creed sleep on the bunk beds and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; is supposed to sleep on the toddler bed but lately he's been sneaking up to the top bunk with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; during the night. It's made my heart jump a couple of times, walking in there and not seeing him in his bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmoam0eRI/AAAAAAAABTY/DvH8nYwfs8I/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549954960326949138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmoam0eRI/AAAAAAAABTY/DvH8nYwfs8I/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creed wanted to be in all the pictures, can you tell? He "organized" the toys in their toy bins and very proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmoDfbyJI/AAAAAAAABTQ/AmBu0tOSk5A/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549954954121955474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmoDfbyJI/AAAAAAAABTQ/AmBu0tOSk5A/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids bathroom. It's so nice not having to share with them any more. They all mysteriously have to go to the bathroom every time you shower, what's with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmnw38p1I/AAAAAAAABTI/p2ATUpdmF4U/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549954949124499282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVmnw38p1I/AAAAAAAABTI/p2ATUpdmF4U/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, at the end of the hall is the girls room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVlvXFAUwI/AAAAAAAABS4/Qd1SMZyxMbg/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549953980127269634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVlvXFAUwI/AAAAAAAABS4/Qd1SMZyxMbg/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you have it. Nothing extraordinary but we love it. My mom is coming up this week and I'm hoping to get her help in hanging some things on the walls. Then it will feel more like home I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to give a special thanks to my parents who made those two months of living with them wonderful, (for me at least) and for everyone who has helped and supported us in getting this job. We feel so blessed to have a job right now and know that the Lord has definitely provided for our family.&lt;br /&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&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&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/8534270104535966331-3786173164412789279?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3786173164412789279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=3786173164412789279' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3786173164412789279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3786173164412789279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-everyone-was-worried-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TQVqYSYQA2I/AAAAAAAABW4/qsW_s3e7_ho/s72-c/new%2Bhouse%2B037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-616102871071108185</id><published>2010-11-07T17:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:17:58.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-connect</title><content type='html'>Hello world! I feel like I'm back from the dead. Ryan, the kids and I moved out of my parents house on October 3 and headed up here to Vandenberg Air Force Base. We have been living in the on-base temporary housing. This is the first time I have touched a computer since leaving my parents house!  Talk about being disconnected with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the computer that I'm touching right now is our new lap top. Ryan got a signing bonus from the Air Force so we got this and I have big plans for a new kitchen table. Once I figure out how to use this thing and download my pictures everyone will be able to see all the great things that have been happening to us her on the central coast. Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-616102871071108185?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/616102871071108185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=616102871071108185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/616102871071108185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/616102871071108185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/11/re-connect.html' title='Re-connect'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-414839884377909457</id><published>2010-08-24T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:21:45.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident Prone Makay</title><content type='html'>We have been in San Diego with my parents for almost a month now. Ryan left for Officer Training Camp on Sunday. He called me after his first day there and was proud to report that he hadn't cried yet. I am working on registering our kids for school which will start in two weeks. We have gone to the beach a couple of times, the pool and last weekend before Ryan left we went camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camping turned out to not be so good. With five kids running around wild, out in the wild, an accident is bound to happen. And who would that accident fall upon? Our accident prone child of course, Makay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the saddest thing ever. It was about 11:30 in the morning and the kids were playing with ropes. While no one was looking Makay lost her balance (we don't know if she tripped or what) and fell into the fire pit. There was no fire going but we had one that morning so there was lots of hot embers there. She landed on her right elbow and hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was the closest so she grabbed her and pulled her out, Ryan and I were running over by this time. My mom tried to brush the hot ashes off and her skin started to come off to. Ryan grabbed the ten gallon water jug and took of the top so we could put her arm in it.  Between Makay and my's screaming we had drawn some attention of the other campers around us. They were great to run and try to find a ranger. There was a nurse in the next camp site to he came over and tried to clean her up as best he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I drove her to the ranger station and they gave us directions to an emergency care place about twenty minutes away. We drove back to our camp and decided that my mom would drive Makay and I and Ryan would stay with the other kids. We got to the emergency care place and they said they needed to send us to a special burn unit. Poor Makay was so good about waiting, and it's good because that's all we did for most of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to downtown San Diego, another 30 minutes, to UCSD Hospitals burn unit. We finally got in there at about 2:30 and they took a good look at her burns. First they gave her some good drugs, poor kid deserved them, and then cleaned her arm. The nurse took a cloth with warm soapy water and just started to scrub, it was horrible to watch. All the dead skin came off and then they cut off all the blisters that had formed. We found out that most of the burn is a second degree burn with is good because it will be able to heal by itself. But there is a small area on the under side of her arm near her elbow that stayed white, a third degree burn. We still don't know weather she will need surgery for that part. The skin is burned so deeply that the cells can't regenerate themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They taught me how to clean and dress her arm so I have been doing that the last couple of days. We go back on Thursday again to see how it's healing. Things are looking good so far but the doctor is still worried about the third degree burn area. She is the toughest kid ever. The doctor and nurse couldn't believe how brave she was being on Monday when we went in for a check up. She hadn't had any pain medicine before hand and the nurse really had to scrub but she didn't make a peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to see your child in pain! I want so badly to be able to take it away from her, she's so young and Innocent to be going through so much pain. It just proves how vibrant her spirit is though that she can still act like a normal kid and not complain about the inconvenience of eating with her left hand or not being able to go to the bathroom herself. We will keep everyone updated when we learn more and I think I may have some pictures to share. It sounds morbid but I thought she would want to see her arm when she grows up and has a big scar on her arm that she doesn't remember getting (cross your fingers!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-414839884377909457?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/414839884377909457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=414839884377909457' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/414839884377909457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/414839884377909457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/08/accident-prone-makay.html' title='Accident Prone Makay'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1682229458885686648</id><published>2010-07-25T20:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:51:12.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parting with Pittsburgh</title><content type='html'>I have to make this post a quick one because we are piling into our car and moving out of here in less then 12 hours! (and there is still a good amount of work that needs to get done in that time. . . along with sleeping if we can) Our last two weeks in Pittsburgh have been . . . well . . . hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's terrible to say but it's true! The weather has been awful, in the 90's every day with humidity in the 90's too. Normally this kind of weather isn't fun but you just go to the pool and wait it out. We haven't been able to do that though because we have been packing and cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you can fully understand the misery of humid weather until you have actually experienced it. For instance, last night I was scrubbing our bathroom clean with a fan in the doorway turned on to high. I had to take my glasses off because they kept fogging up, the sweat was pouring off my forehead so bad that my eye brows weren't doing their job and I was sliding all over the place on the bathroom floor because my legs were sweating! Sick! Crazy! Yuck! I hate sticky weather!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night at the dinner table we were all miserable. Finally it got to Ryan and he half grunted, half yelled (it was very manly) took his shirt off and threw it on the floor. Immediately all the kids were doing the same. It's like they were waiting for any excuse to take their shirts off. I laughed so hard, and then pulled out the camera. We had a hot, shirtless dinner that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498021346117542530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzlSNbZ4oI/AAAAAAAABOA/32qQAxhnoOs/s400/DSCI0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, we are leaving tomorrow to a land of moderate temperatures, light cool breezes and no severe weather warnings in all seasons of the year!!! (sigh of pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with some friends from the ward this last week at a great little park for some pizza and fun. They are the only other family that has five kids also and we just love them! We are really going to miss them when we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzeTtguc-I/AAAAAAAABN4/D0c5S4SQGLw/s1600/DSCI0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498013675328271330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzeTtguc-I/AAAAAAAABN4/D0c5S4SQGLw/s400/DSCI0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot that this park has a splash pad so that is why our kids are running around half naked (again), or a little more then that in Makays case. It looks like a lot of kids for only two sets of parents huh? It was a great evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzeTD946yI/AAAAAAAABNw/sV0S3h4rWJs/s1600/DSCI0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498013664176302882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzeTD946yI/AAAAAAAABNw/sV0S3h4rWJs/s400/DSCI0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids have been in the back yard a lot since Ryan and I have been busy with the house. As you can guess, when there is a lot of rain things grow like crazy. I don't know how long it took these plants to swallow the kids bikes but one day the bikes were there and the next, they were gone! (This is the only place Ryan and I have ever seen where there are no sprinklers. . . anywhere. No one needs them!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzdrDy887I/AAAAAAAABNo/lGVzx-beZnw/s1600/DSCI0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012976935662514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzdrDy887I/AAAAAAAABNo/lGVzx-beZnw/s400/DSCI0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They kind of look peaceful don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzdqvVlk7I/AAAAAAAABNg/wneVxLRg8Mg/s1600/DSCI0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012971443786674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzdqvVlk7I/AAAAAAAABNg/wneVxLRg8Mg/s400/DSCI0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids have been good about trying to entertain themselves. Their "trying" didn't always work but they gave it a good effort. This is Easton getting creative with triangle dominoes. Does that face look happy to you? Maybe he's trying to tell us something about the way he's feeling. It's been hard for the kids to have their lives so disrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzc1cCeXUI/AAAAAAAABNQ/4ACCrTHFpfM/s1600/DSCI0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012055730281794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzc1cCeXUI/AAAAAAAABNQ/4ACCrTHFpfM/s400/DSCI0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the days get too long and the kids can't "try" anymore Ryan and I have to come up with something. You saw the plastic bags parade (see last post if you missed it). Well we were running out of materials because we were packing everything up. So what could we use to entertain kids? We had paper. So, Ryan got creative with the paper. . . and it worked!! A day and a half of entertainment, woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzc0TUxi7I/AAAAAAAABNA/F4OpzlKJUuY/s1600/DSCI0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012036211248050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzc0TUxi7I/AAAAAAAABNA/F4OpzlKJUuY/s400/DSCI0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's hope we can get that lucky with entertaining them in the car for seven days!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-1682229458885686648?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1682229458885686648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1682229458885686648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1682229458885686648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1682229458885686648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/07/parting-with-pittsburgh.html' title='Parting with Pittsburgh'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TEzlSNbZ4oI/AAAAAAAABOA/32qQAxhnoOs/s72-c/DSCI0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-6366965603372331400</id><published>2010-07-11T20:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:32:13.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>creeds buried treasure and other summer tales</title><content type='html'>So Creed just celebrated his 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and what a party it was! Berni decided to throw him a pirate theme party and spent many hours preparing for the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpyC5ohbKI/AAAAAAAABM4/ZArAx6NGAxM/s1600/8pirate+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492828089687829666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpyC5ohbKI/AAAAAAAABM4/ZArAx6NGAxM/s400/8pirate+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These invitations had many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;piratey&lt;/span&gt; words like "buried treasure, loot, ye, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;plunderin&lt;/span&gt;, sea dogs, and captain creed."  (The kids wanted very badly to assist with the part where Berni burnt the edges).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpyCqUjrwI/AAAAAAAABMw/p2qM08wJeEI/s1600/7pirate+cake+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492828085577559810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpyCqUjrwI/AAAAAAAABMw/p2qM08wJeEI/s400/7pirate+cake+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amazing! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; what comes to mind when I look at the cake scene that Berni made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpyBz06ctI/AAAAAAAABMo/s-9Vib6RBBU/s1600/6pirate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492828070949319378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpyBz06ctI/AAAAAAAABMo/s-9Vib6RBBU/s400/6pirate.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She spent many hours on this beautiful masterpiece...and then I chopped it up with a knife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxgL8C7OI/AAAAAAAABMg/BRDlLYtykco/s1600/5pirate+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492827493306133730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxgL8C7OI/AAAAAAAABMg/BRDlLYtykco/s400/5pirate+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's ole "mad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maky&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;strikin&lt;/span&gt;' fear into the heart of many a brave folk...well, maybe if her sword were turned the right way...shiver me timbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxfmZJnDI/AAAAAAAABMY/42JQgQz-92Q/s1600/4pirate+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492827483227659314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxfmZJnDI/AAAAAAAABMY/42JQgQz-92Q/s400/4pirate+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aye, whats a pirate party without "pin the patch on the pirate"?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxfdvsnCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/L3hqDvO3KNk/s1600/3pirate+treasure+chest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492827480906308642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxfdvsnCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/L3hqDvO3KNk/s400/3pirate+treasure+chest.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a hunt for buried treasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxfKs5xzI/AAAAAAAABMI/9BM5hS_CV-g/s1600/2pirate+treasure.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492827475794315058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxfKs5xzI/AAAAAAAABMI/9BM5hS_CV-g/s400/2pirate+treasure.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creeds presents along with other pirate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bootie&lt;/span&gt; (chocolate coins, candy necklaces and ring pops) made for some jolly pirates mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxe-2_7HI/AAAAAAAABMA/vIW95YHECWs/s1600/1pirate+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492827472615435378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpxe-2_7HI/AAAAAAAABMA/vIW95YHECWs/s400/1pirate+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heres&lt;/span&gt; captain Creed, the ole sea dog himself, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt; a secret birthday wish...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arrr&lt;/span&gt; matey...may ye &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delite&lt;/span&gt; in a wish come true. Many thanks to the fair maiden "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beautimus&lt;/span&gt; Berni" for a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;satisfyin&lt;/span&gt;' and plentiful party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to a normal voice now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvrmdKPqI/AAAAAAAABL4/d9CkvOVown8/s1600/wecycle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492825490379652770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvrmdKPqI/AAAAAAAABL4/d9CkvOVown8/s400/wecycle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what happens when bored children use their imagination...well, our children anyway: The recycle bin replaces the dress up bin. (As for our parenting, Warning: to avoid danger and suffocation...hey we warned em.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvJMGGzpI/AAAAAAAABLw/3Tm1-A6wS5k/s1600/swim+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492824899188084370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvJMGGzpI/AAAAAAAABLw/3Tm1-A6wS5k/s400/swim+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids have been surviving the recent heat wave by spending many an hour at the public pool...Don't worry, Creeds just practicing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvI8e7SfI/AAAAAAAABLo/LEjtIN_Dp2Y/s1600/swim+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492824894997219826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvI8e7SfI/AAAAAAAABLo/LEjtIN_Dp2Y/s400/swim+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; all serious in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; goggles. He loves the water and enjoys falling over in it, now we just need to teach him how to get back up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvIYK7VyI/AAAAAAAABLg/RJzVEzM5org/s1600/swim+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492824885249660706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvIYK7VyI/AAAAAAAABLg/RJzVEzM5org/s400/swim+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvIP0QE_I/AAAAAAAABLY/AQbM-RzYG3g/s1600/fire+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492824883007067122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvIP0QE_I/AAAAAAAABLY/AQbM-RzYG3g/s400/fire+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the third of July (since 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;) we bought some sparklers and let the kids run wild before bedtime...yes it is light outside, a little lame, I know, but they still had fun. And no this isn't trick photography, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; is actually sticking the sparkler up her nose. Please don't try this at home, she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvHicx6KI/AAAAAAAABLQ/XIxHs08fhNI/s1600/Ryan+AF+Commissioning+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492824870829025442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpvHicx6KI/AAAAAAAABLQ/XIxHs08fhNI/s400/Ryan+AF+Commissioning+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This last shot is of me being commissioned into the Air Force. a good friend from church who is a retired marine officer was able to swear me in. This photo came from our phone and is a little fuzzy but you get the picture...looks like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lueitenant&lt;/span&gt; Button needs to work on his standing at attention...and on spelling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leuitenant&lt;/span&gt;...yeah no idea. :)&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/8534270104535966331-6366965603372331400?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6366965603372331400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=6366965603372331400' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6366965603372331400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6366965603372331400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/07/creeds-buried-treasure-and-other-summer.html' title='creeds buried treasure and other summer tales'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TDpyC5ohbKI/AAAAAAAABM4/ZArAx6NGAxM/s72-c/8pirate+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-2915614517076588186</id><published>2010-06-30T15:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:22:49.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Kim Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb2d27ded7b6696c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb2d27ded7b6696c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7553F576B8B21249BA6EEE5D846642F73FF47D83.FF34A9DA4F8AB8FAFF3868D31488239921A45BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb2d27ded7b6696c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjhkdtECHi3f38JAkbgBZqAp4Eks&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb2d27ded7b6696c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7553F576B8B21249BA6EEE5D846642F73FF47D83.FF34A9DA4F8AB8FAFF3868D31488239921A45BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb2d27ded7b6696c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjhkdtECHi3f38JAkbgBZqAp4Eks&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma Kim!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We wish that we could be there to help you celebrate because you know we are serious party animals.  Party hard for us anyway and know that we are thinking of you. We love you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-2915614517076588186?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2915614517076588186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=2915614517076588186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2915614517076588186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2915614517076588186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandma-kim-birthday.html' title='Grandma Kim Birthday'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-8219834432107978156</id><published>2010-06-17T17:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:37:06.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's so great to have our family back together again! Two weeks before I was supposed to leave for San Diego Ryan's grandpa passed away. Ryan flew up to Washington for Floyd's funeral and got to spend a couple of days with all his brothers and parents. It's been a while since they have all been together so they enjoyed being together even though it was a somber occasion. Floyd touched many lives and was a wonderful man. We're going to miss you gramps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has a quirky dream of looking like Tom Hanks in Cast Away after he had been on the island for four years. He was reviewing some air force material and found out that he must be clean shaven for work every day. This summer became his last chance to realize his caveman hair dream. A week and a half into his shaving fast, Ryan had to get ready for the funeral. He didn't think it was appropriate to sing and speak at the funeral with such distractions on his face so once again, his "dream" was put on hold. In the process of shaving away his dreams he paid tribute to one of Floyd's old looks (and he wonders why I wouldn't kiss him like that ?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483861826153250274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqXRrEwfeI/AAAAAAAABKI/EIGrxo_ZxPo/s400/goofy+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ryan was away the kids and I had some good times. This is the boys bathing where the wild things are. Notice Eastons hair. He wants to grow it out so bad but we just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to cut it for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqXSxytxqI/AAAAAAAABKg/xCwuJ2P86Zs/s1600/goofy+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483861845136492194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqXSxytxqI/AAAAAAAABKg/xCwuJ2P86Zs/s400/goofy+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Ryan got back in time to help me with some complicated surgery. Out of five kids you would think I would have to deal with things stuffed up kids noses all the time. But for some strange reason (or because I tell the story of Grandma Great sticking beans up her nose as a kid and then having them swell &lt;strong&gt;all the time&lt;/strong&gt;) I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483861833556066578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqXSGpugRI/AAAAAAAABKQ/xdB06T382sY/s400/goofy+005.jpg" /&gt;Out of all the things that would fit up his nose, I guess macaroni isn't too bad. (yum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483861837624601394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqXSVzvazI/AAAAAAAABKY/tesfN72NWOQ/s400/goofy+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for Parker, Easton and I to leave. While we were away in San Diego for a week for my little brothers wedding Ryan got some good bonding time in with the three younger kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqWI5oxigI/AAAAAAAABKA/gfxZMCBh3pY/s1600/goofy+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483860575931959810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqWI5oxigI/AAAAAAAABKA/gfxZMCBh3pY/s400/goofy+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while we went to the beach. We were supposed to have a cook out at La Jolla Shores once all the family got into town. We finally got EVERYTHING loaded into the cars and rides for everyone out there and it started to rain. What's a little rain though right? The kids even got into the water! Once everyone was sufficiently freezing we loaded everything back into the cars and drove home to have a nice cookout (papa cooking the food in the back yard alone in the drizzle while everyone else ate in the comfy kitchen) together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqWIkRBf5I/AAAAAAAABJ4/-7BPapRhKcI/s1600/cals+wedding+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483860570195197842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqWIkRBf5I/AAAAAAAABJ4/-7BPapRhKcI/s400/cals+wedding+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun watching the kids play in the water together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqWIYqL5MI/AAAAAAAABJw/uLbkwJn3u5M/s1600/cals+wedding+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483860567079511234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqWIYqL5MI/AAAAAAAABJw/uLbkwJn3u5M/s400/cals+wedding+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how freezing Lincoln was he wanted to be playing in that sand. I think just the fact that they were getting dirty was making them fuzzy all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqWHjvFvcI/AAAAAAAABJo/zWBeSBDuGfg/s1600/cals+wedding+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483860552873000386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqWHjvFvcI/AAAAAAAABJo/zWBeSBDuGfg/s400/cals+wedding+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun to have some cousin bonding time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqUxC0MtWI/AAAAAAAABJg/3VhTABqD3IU/s1600/cals+wedding+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483859066567308642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqUxC0MtWI/AAAAAAAABJg/3VhTABqD3IU/s400/cals+wedding+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how I ended up not getting pictures of the wedding but I'll try to get some from those people that were prepared. Calvin and Becky make a beautiful couple and it was such a blessing that we could all be there together for his big day. I hope he knows how much we all love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids and I flew all night and arrived back in Pittsburgh Wednesday morning at about 9:30. It happened to be the kids last day of school so while I slept (to make up for the two hours I got on the plane) Ryan took the kids to say bye to their friends and teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqUw1Q-FqI/AAAAAAAABJY/6o_ExFgEeWM/s1600/cals+wedding+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483859062929888930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqUw1Q-FqI/AAAAAAAABJY/6o_ExFgEeWM/s400/cals+wedding+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker is done with First grade, despite all of Ryans threats to hold her back (I think he's just bitter because he did two years of kindergarten).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqUwSeFEwI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mMCDi5MeuYM/s1600/cals+wedding+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483859053589631746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqUwSeFEwI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mMCDi5MeuYM/s400/cals+wedding+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will all miss Mrs. Green. She is the best kindergarten teacher I have ever seen. I wish all of our kids could have her. Maybe there are teachers like her in San Diego that we just never got growing up. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqUwF_Z8II/AAAAAAAABJI/d7KFx_7HfnA/s1600/cals+wedding+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483859050239750274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqUwF_Z8II/AAAAAAAABJI/d7KFx_7HfnA/s400/cals+wedding+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8534270104535966331-8219834432107978156?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8219834432107978156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=8219834432107978156' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8219834432107978156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8219834432107978156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/06/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/TBqXRrEwfeI/AAAAAAAABKI/EIGrxo_ZxPo/s72-c/goofy+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1518547477714757809</id><published>2010-05-23T17:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:38:01.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to "normal"</title><content type='html'>It has been three full weeks now since Creeds surgery. We are still counting our blessings and thanking the Lord every day for how well his operation went. Thanks to all of you too for the prayers and fasting on Creeds behalf. We went to see Dr. Russo for Creeds follow up appointment on Thursday and his heart couldn't be working better. What wonderful news to hear! We thought, since he is healing so well, we would give you a little comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Creed about an hour after his surgery. They had about a million things that he was connected to.&lt;br /&gt;-he got blood (that's the red tube) for the first couple of hours post-op&lt;br /&gt;-he had a chest tube in to drain any excess blood from his chest&lt;br /&gt;-he had IV's in both arms as well as a central line in his neck&lt;br /&gt;-a catheter&lt;br /&gt;-you can see the two blue wires coiled by the blanket; those are both connected to him by a stitch until they know they wont need them (there to jump his heart if there are complications)&lt;br /&gt;-the circle stickers are for his vitals&lt;br /&gt;-the square ones are to monitor his heart (there are 10 of them)&lt;br /&gt;-and finally a blood pressure cuff on his leg (seeing as his arms were pretty occupied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mue_Vo1MI/AAAAAAAABIY/71ufxqw4mTI/s1600/creeds+heart+surgery+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474598669467047106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mue_Vo1MI/AAAAAAAABIY/71ufxqw4mTI/s400/creeds+heart+surgery+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, three weeks later he's running around like a maniac. His new found energy (from his way more efficient heart) can be a little overwhelming at times but we love it! This is his "check out my rugged scar" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474586726787463762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mjn1Y8OlI/AAAAAAAABIA/z0juJFjGjb4/s400/scar+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he has been healing so well it's been pretty easy for the family to get back to normal. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating yummy snacks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mkmJk5QzI/AAAAAAAABIQ/DjhXC2TwV_w/s1600/food+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474587797358199602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mkmJk5QzI/AAAAAAAABIQ/DjhXC2TwV_w/s400/food+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan visiting the kids at school for their "take your father to school" day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mklhOWqjI/AAAAAAAABII/VIWsdglgDH4/s1600/creed+in+hospital+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474587786526239282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mklhOWqjI/AAAAAAAABII/VIWsdglgDH4/s400/creed+in+hospital+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been able to add a plethora of looks to our "funny faces" collection,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mjnk4_PAI/AAAAAAAABH4/Wop9z-NTEcI/s1600/funny+moments+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474586722358475778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mjnk4_PAI/AAAAAAAABH4/Wop9z-NTEcI/s400/funny+moments+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed received a bunch of art supplies to keep him occupied during his recovery which has turned out well for the whole family, our art wall is overflowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mjC2lsvQI/AAAAAAAABHw/E8nIr6wHKls/s1600/recovery+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474586091454250242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mjC2lsvQI/AAAAAAAABHw/E8nIr6wHKls/s400/recovery+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, even Beckham got in on the action. That is, until I caught him drinking the dirty paint water and he was speedily removed from the premises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mjChwWjWI/AAAAAAAABHo/qqdzdIQhglY/s1600/recovery+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474586085861789026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mjChwWjWI/AAAAAAAABHo/qqdzdIQhglY/s400/recovery+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had amazing works of art constructed during the kids free time. This particular one happens to be a "Moosedragon"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mjCXi2oqI/AAAAAAAABHg/EoGDGSjij_M/s1600/funny+moments+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474586083120816802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mjCXi2oqI/AAAAAAAABHg/EoGDGSjij_M/s400/funny+moments+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with Creeds "tower of power"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_miG0NdtsI/AAAAAAAABHY/2q2H-EDemQE/s1600/recovery+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474585060023580354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_miG0NdtsI/AAAAAAAABHY/2q2H-EDemQE/s400/recovery+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, when the days are over and our minds and bodies are worn out, we settle down for a good jump on . . . an old mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_miGdC0_jI/AAAAAAAABHQ/7LnlLDAp-_M/s1600/recovery+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474585053804953138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_miGdC0_jI/AAAAAAAABHQ/7LnlLDAp-_M/s400/recovery+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love living in a house where every day there are endless possibilities before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_miF8YFUkI/AAAAAAAABHI/H1cV_58_XNQ/s1600/recovery+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474585045035733570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_miF8YFUkI/AAAAAAAABHI/H1cV_58_XNQ/s400/recovery+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-1518547477714757809?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1518547477714757809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1518547477714757809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1518547477714757809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1518547477714757809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-has-been-three-full-weeks-now-since.html' title='back to &quot;normal&quot;'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S_mue_Vo1MI/AAAAAAAABIY/71ufxqw4mTI/s72-c/creeds+heart+surgery+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-60933143940232683</id><published>2010-05-09T21:43:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:09:27.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>family pictures</title><content type='html'>A few days before Creeds surgery, we had a friend from church take our family pictures. Creed is doing great by the way...he's running around like a crazy man and you would never know that he had surgery just a week ago. We have to remind him to be careful...he's not supposed to do anything strenous like lifting, jumping or wrestling, etc. (basically trying to keep a boy from being a boy) Below are a few of our favorite pictures...for many different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-ipVam9bPI/AAAAAAAABHA/XyN7RT0JmMQ/s1600/flower+power.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469807932826545394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-ipVam9bPI/AAAAAAAABHA/XyN7RT0JmMQ/s400/flower+power.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469456633124708226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-dp1FPNX4I/AAAAAAAABFo/HzaQfXV-M-8/s400/crazy+wall.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469459238482394178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-dsMu84vEI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ZnkxSRnIzqI/s400/girls+n+flowers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469457246765453186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-dqYzOkD4I/AAAAAAAABFw/tZCMv54e8iM/s400/dad+n+boyz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469458209084588962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-drQ0JUw6I/AAAAAAAABGA/XiSWFTgwckc/s400/girls+hug.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469462211551966642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-du5yf6NbI/AAAAAAAABG4/5vXnX4n_2RE/s400/soccer+time.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469458525637447202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-drjPZaDiI/AAAAAAAABGI/JS417C4KYfY/s400/girls+laying+back.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469461826893023938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-dujZiEisI/AAAAAAAABGw/woRG9A5mwno/s400/qb.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-duM7fXA-I/AAAAAAAABGo/Rzi6fdXdIb8/s1600/my+bubbles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469461440871465954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-duM7fXA-I/AAAAAAAABGo/Rzi6fdXdIb8/s400/my+bubbles.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469455917000001682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-dpLZdxiJI/AAAAAAAABFg/7-XLAc78E_k/s400/becks+n+dad.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-dtlVvunaI/AAAAAAAABGg/7PbZffKk3YM/s1600/makay+and+becks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469460760724676002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-dtlVvunaI/AAAAAAAABGg/7PbZffKk3YM/s400/makay+and+becks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-ds434JdiI/AAAAAAAABGY/iJIvsPOGKx4/s1600/head+circle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469459996792682018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-ds434JdiI/AAAAAAAABGY/iJIvsPOGKx4/s400/head+circle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-60933143940232683?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/60933143940232683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=60933143940232683' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/60933143940232683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/60933143940232683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-pictures.html' title='family pictures'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-ipVam9bPI/AAAAAAAABHA/XyN7RT0JmMQ/s72-c/flower+power.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-5907351862493897333</id><published>2010-05-06T15:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:41:41.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>creeds back home</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let everyone know that Creed is back home and doing very well. Berni and Creed came home today and we are very happy. Thanks again for all your prayers etc!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-5907351862493897333?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5907351862493897333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=5907351862493897333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5907351862493897333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5907351862493897333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/creeds-back-home.html' title='creeds back home'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-5065891341788145746</id><published>2010-05-04T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:51:13.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>creeds recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-DARft6e_I/AAAAAAAABEg/6RmuLNOa5m8/s1600/park+with+grandma+button+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467581354432166898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-DARft6e_I/AAAAAAAABEg/6RmuLNOa5m8/s400/park+with+grandma+button+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed is doing relatively great for someone that just had heart surgery. He was moved from the ICU to a normal recovery room and bed today. His central line and catheter were removed and he was able to walk to and from the bathroom with a little bit of pain of course. But we're very happy with how things are going...what a blessing it is! He's still pretty somber but will crack a smile every now and then. He is keeping busy with puzzles, coloring books, action figures and movies. Childrens Hospital does a very good job with catering to your childs needs and desires. They are definitely making his stay as enjoyable as it can be. He's also enjoying his one on one time with mom. I hope going home isn't going to be to much of a let down. ;) Speaking of which, he'll probably be home around Friday. Anyway, just wanted you all to know that the recovery process is going very well. Thanks again for all of your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-5065891341788145746?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5065891341788145746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=5065891341788145746' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5065891341788145746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5065891341788145746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/creeds-recovery.html' title='creeds recovery'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S-DARft6e_I/AAAAAAAABEg/6RmuLNOa5m8/s72-c/park+with+grandma+button+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-6285660624174725177</id><published>2010-05-03T21:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:21:53.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>creed update</title><content type='html'>First of all, everything went great! Thanks for your fasting and prayers and all of your support in other ways as well. Creeds surgery went fantastic. The surgeon said that Creeds heart should shrink back down to the "normal" size within a couple of months, it was abnormally large due to all the extra work it was doing. He also said that it was good that we had gotten this taken care of when we did because of how serious it had become which he realized once they started operating. This experience has definitely caused us to reflect on God's guiding hand in our lives. I could go on and on about that though. :) I will just say, "thanks be to God...all of it!" &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S9-DEF55sUI/AAAAAAAABEQ/mpbgBP9vF84/s1600/creeds+heart+surgery+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467232578978820418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S9-DEF55sUI/AAAAAAAABEQ/mpbgBP9vF84/s400/creeds+heart+surgery+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S99-9s9X6_I/AAAAAAAABEI/KQ77zlwSHjU/s1600/creeds+heart+surgery+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above is a picture of a very exhausted 4 year old. Creed is in the ICU Cardiac unit and will most likely be moved to recovery in the next day depending on how things go. Berni is staying with him for what will likely be about a 5 day stay. My Mom came up to help which is such a wonderful blessing. Thanks Mom! Thank you to everyone that has fasted, prayed or thought on Creeds behalf. Heavenly Father manifested himself in many ways during this event and our testimonies have definitely been strengthened concerning the power of prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467227393433212338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S99-WQPfFbI/AAAAAAAABDg/U8C0LOOcA3o/s400/creeds+heart+surgery+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Creeds surgery was pushed back by about 4 hours (due to an emergency surgery just prior), so he had alot of extra time to play with the array of cool toys at the Childrens hospital...and I guess I kinda did too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467227413764849986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S99-Xb-7QUI/AAAAAAAABDw/pso-vuvCI5c/s400/creeds+heart+surgery+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467227387293735522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S99-V5XuGmI/AAAAAAAABDY/yJpIU1PlHKc/s400/creeds+heart+surgery+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Creed was definitely nervous but in a giddy sort of way, which was only enhanced by the drugs that were given him. And yes, Berni was hysterical but with laughter, due to how loopy the drugs made Creed. He said and did alot of funny things, for one, he was amazed at the "magic paper" and how the drawings were "dancing around." However, he was quite disapointed when he discovered that no matter how fast he was, he couldn't quite catch them (the drawings).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467227416980171826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S99-Xn9hLDI/AAAAAAAABD4/RcFOSk9x8yE/s400/creeds+heart+surgery+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We love you Creedo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-6285660624174725177?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6285660624174725177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=6285660624174725177' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6285660624174725177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6285660624174725177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/creed-update.html' title='creed update'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S9-DEF55sUI/AAAAAAAABEQ/mpbgBP9vF84/s72-c/creeds+heart+surgery+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1565569592353564412</id><published>2010-05-02T16:18:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:13:03.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeds operation and other things</title><content type='html'>So the first couple of pictures are of Beckham. He is getting bigger and its fun watching him interact more with his brothers and sisters. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466772693602628594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S93gzPX9c_I/AAAAAAAABCg/G2xu45sEVKc/s400/easter+%2710+013.jpg" /&gt;He pretty much knows who to go to if he wants someone to share with him...Easton is quite a softy when it comes to sharing. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466772682451992626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S93gyl1cQDI/AAAAAAAABCY/zRNbNoe9LDU/s400/easter+%2710+007.jpg" /&gt; He discovered how to make the other kids laugh one day and continues to enjoy being the clown every now and then...yes, those are strawberry shortcake panties. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466799452026397890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S935IyRVZMI/AAAAAAAABC4/dI5ozbDAj0k/s400/funny+moments+003.jpg" /&gt;Creed somehow managed to catch his shirt on the stairwell, he was calling for help and is obviously happy that mom came to the rescue.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466800257437809650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S9353qqYO_I/AAAAAAAABDI/QygzeYakN6w/s400/grad+gift.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have officially graduated as of today(didn't go since it was on sunday though) and Berni totally blew me away with a surprise graduation present...this beautiful new barbecue grill (she somehow managed to heft it up our front steps solo...what a strong mama). Thanks Babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466798125438903074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S9337kWOoyI/AAAAAAAABCw/a4D98RV5Vc4/s400/funny+moments+018.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466835007612619298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S94ZeZJriiI/AAAAAAAABDQ/VwjaD9JYoZM/s400/pyramid.JPG" /&gt;Here is Creed completing the Button human pyramid at the primary talent show yesterday. He definitely had fun sitting on top of Parker and Easton (its usually the other way around in their wrestling matches). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week Creed was pretty nervous about his operation and still is but we noticed today that he is considerably more calm about tomorrow than he has been lately. Berni and I know its from all of your prayers and fasting. We would just like to thank everyone for that support. We love you guys! We were able to give him a blessing after church at our house so now we are content to let things unfold as Heavenly Father sees fit. We will keep you posted. :)&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/8534270104535966331-1565569592353564412?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1565569592353564412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1565569592353564412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1565569592353564412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1565569592353564412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/creeds-operation-and-other-things.html' title='Creeds operation and other things'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S93gzPX9c_I/AAAAAAAABCg/G2xu45sEVKc/s72-c/easter+%2710+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-4827627622205426756</id><published>2010-04-18T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:36:56.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>our "american idol"</title><content type='html'>First of all, thanks for being so supportive and excited for us. So Parker and I were working on putting together a new bunk bed for the boys...she was a very good helper by the way. Anyway, as we were working, Makay was off in her own little world practicing her vocal abilities. This video caught her at the very end of her performance. So enjoy our talented daughter...American Idol, here we come...and Santa Barbara (oops. sorry...not about me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e7460ea295b7c21" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e7460ea295b7c21%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4418C05E29F331ADB60A6158067A9E64A007B910.6896E65375FEA0B2A0741C581C9B29196C2A4A5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e7460ea295b7c21%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-mMZLITkl0QRrZ3bDsluc6j4y2I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e7460ea295b7c21%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4418C05E29F331ADB60A6158067A9E64A007B910.6896E65375FEA0B2A0741C581C9B29196C2A4A5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e7460ea295b7c21%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-mMZLITkl0QRrZ3bDsluc6j4y2I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-4827627622205426756?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4827627622205426756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=4827627622205426756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4827627622205426756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4827627622205426756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-american-idol.html' title='our &quot;american idol&quot;'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-878531606159482464</id><published>2010-04-13T14:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:07:17.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim High Baby!</title><content type='html'>So I'm supposed to be working on my thesis right this very second because I'm defending in front of my committee this Thursday! ...but I'm having a hard time sitting down ...and not shouting or for that matter crying uncontrollably or laughing like a complete lunatic ...all the while, running around the computer lab like a wild man and scaring unsuspecting college students ...take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been accepted to the Air Force people! Yeah, Wow! Thank you everyone for your prayers because they were answered! Berni and I are very excited and feel the burden of "job uncertainty" lifted from off of our shoulders. Oh and did I mention that we are going to be stationed in Santa Barbara? Amazing! Just thought I'd let everyone know. Oh man, my thesis, better get that done, I guess I have to graduate first right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; get a "hallelujah"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-878531606159482464?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/878531606159482464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=878531606159482464' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/878531606159482464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/878531606159482464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/04/aim-high-baby.html' title='Aim High Baby!'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-7000241912769380344</id><published>2010-03-29T14:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:38:15.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date is Set</title><content type='html'>We were finally able to set a date for Creeds heart surgery! He is scheduled for his pre-op physical on April 28 and his surgery will be the next Monday, May 3, at 7:30 am. This has been hanging in the air for so long that we are really happy to finally know when it's going to happen. Now the only thing to work on is not getting nervous about it. Creed couldn't be more excited. He has been complaining for the last month that he wants to do the surgery NOW. Just the thought of being able to have jello every day at the hospital after the surgery has him bouncing off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is busy finishing up his last semester! I love saying that. HIS LAST SEMESTER!!! He has several big projects going on, no final tests thank goodness, and his thesis to finish and defend all in the next four weeks. His last week of school is the week before Creeds surgery so he'll be able to be home with the kids and I'll be free to stay at the hospital with Creed while he recovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for jobs, we still don't know. The Air Force said they could let us know any time up to mid May. We are hoping that it won't take THAT long. But what choice to we have really, other than to wait? Ryan has been applying to other jobs in the meantime but we have no positive news from any of those either. I'm actually pretty excited to see where the Lord will send us next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-7000241912769380344?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7000241912769380344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=7000241912769380344' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7000241912769380344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7000241912769380344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/03/date-is-set.html' title='The Date is Set'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-5183019305146102673</id><published>2010-02-28T18:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:55:25.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, How They Grow</title><content type='html'>I'm too tired to organize my pictures today so you just get a random smattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling nostalgic while looking through some of the old pictures so I decided to share a few. This is Beckham with some daddy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4sB6Kc6SII/AAAAAAAABAg/EnF60LPY_Ro/s1600-h/Schenley+Park+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443446673357031554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4sB6Kc6SII/AAAAAAAABAg/EnF60LPY_Ro/s400/Schenley+Park+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, this is one of the first pictures that truly shows Makays personality well. She really knew what she was doing when she threw her feet up on the table. She was queen of the world that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4sB5230G8I/AAAAAAAABAY/MQ26m2BOvos/s1600-h/weird+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443446668101163970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4sB5230G8I/AAAAAAAABAY/MQ26m2BOvos/s400/weird+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Creed during the summer when he was a little blondy. We were trying to potty train so that's the reason for the diaper and no clothes. For some reason Creed loved those shoes, he would walk around and around the table just clop-clopping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4sB5VhNNrI/AAAAAAAABAQ/sxz2-yLyXVw/s1600-h/sneeks+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443446659147970226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4sB5VhNNrI/AAAAAAAABAQ/sxz2-yLyXVw/s400/sneeks+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved that hair cut on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r-AVr3FgI/AAAAAAAABAI/aTw0hHvC1yU/s1600-h/2005-feb+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443442381405230594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r-AVr3FgI/AAAAAAAABAI/aTw0hHvC1yU/s400/2005-feb+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easton used to wear his underwear backwards so he could see the picture on them. One night he needed to wash his hands but wanted to try himself. He has always been a bigger boy but that really came in handy that night. He just jumped up and hooked his tummy on the counter and wa-la, he could wash his hands! Who needs a stool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r-ACyljKI/AAAAAAAABAA/oRVmPzzCaFY/s1600-h/Vacation+7-07+and+baking+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443442376333167778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r-ACyljKI/AAAAAAAABAA/oRVmPzzCaFY/s400/Vacation+7-07+and+baking+097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easton was excited to be able to try out his big brother skills. We kept asking him to hold the bottle up and does he need any help. You can see the triumph when she finished the whole bottle on his watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r9_ugxavI/AAAAAAAAA_4/x6mYpJZjN7M/s1600-h/2007+pictures+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443442370889738994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r9_ugxavI/AAAAAAAAA_4/x6mYpJZjN7M/s400/2007+pictures+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makay on a chubby, cute day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r8r_3tVQI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Maes5eTnAeQ/s1600-h/who+knows+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443440932440331522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r8r_3tVQI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Maes5eTnAeQ/s400/who+knows+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Parker taking her turn with Creed the day we came home from the hospital. You may not know what Parkers first sentence was. She was 16 months old and said, "I can do it!" Right then we knew we were in for trouble and she has repeated that sentence many times since then. This was one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r8remwYKI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Ww7WS6BFVws/s1600-h/IM000350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443440923510857890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r8remwYKI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Ww7WS6BFVws/s400/IM000350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We showed some pictures of Easton and Creed helping me make some Valentine sugar cookies last post. Well, the next day we frosted them which is always an adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the knife made its' way to Makays mouth more times then to the cookies. Don't worry, we don't give away the ones the kids frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r8rH4nIJI/AAAAAAAAA_g/4ZnfvAJpvZ0/s1600-h/Valentines+cookie+time+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443440917411733650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r8rH4nIJI/AAAAAAAAA_g/4ZnfvAJpvZ0/s400/Valentines+cookie+time+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r7UDvogrI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/hb4W1bbxrUE/s1600-h/Valentines+cookie+time+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443439421651714738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r7UDvogrI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/hb4W1bbxrUE/s400/Valentines+cookie+time+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easton was by far the most creative with his decorating. He did cookies with half pink frosting and half white, cookies with pink and white stripes, and cookies with smiley face red hot candies.&lt;br /&gt;He's definitely not afraid to let his inner decorator out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r7TjWVskI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/TRI-RpVA5hs/s1600-h/Valentines+cookie+time+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443439412955689538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r7TjWVskI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/TRI-RpVA5hs/s400/Valentines+cookie+time+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably could have guessed, Parker is into the sprinkles. We have to keep an eye on her or we run out of them really fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r7TSkZMWI/AAAAAAAAA_I/rMEETb10ymM/s1600-h/Valentines+cookie+time+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443439408451236194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r7TSkZMWI/AAAAAAAAA_I/rMEETb10ymM/s400/Valentines+cookie+time+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone is going to love this next one but I had to get a picture of my lovely tonsils while they were choking me to death. This last week I had tonsillitis and NEVER want to have it again! Thank goodness for antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r6yNPR_NI/AAAAAAAAA_A/HQycpaLaVGw/s1600-h/snow+house+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443438840084823250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r6yNPR_NI/AAAAAAAAA_A/HQycpaLaVGw/s400/snow+house+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun Valentine dinner with candles and hearts all over the table. If I can't have a romantic dinner with just my husband then I'm going to have one with my whole family. It was a lot of fun doing a fancy three course meal for them. For the dessert I got out the melting chocolates and wrote Valentine messages on wax paper and made some hearts. Then we decorated our dessert with Valentine love, it was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r6xnrd8TI/AAAAAAAAA-w/UzBHg7oq704/s1600-h/Valentines+cookie+time+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443438830002499890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4r6xnrd8TI/AAAAAAAAA-w/UzBHg7oq704/s400/Valentines+cookie+time+009.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;&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/8534270104535966331-5183019305146102673?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5183019305146102673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=5183019305146102673' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5183019305146102673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5183019305146102673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-how-they-grow.html' title='Oh, How They Grow'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S4sB6Kc6SII/AAAAAAAABAg/EnF60LPY_Ro/s72-c/Schenley+Park+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1642144139479533973</id><published>2010-02-14T22:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:03:28.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Daze</title><content type='html'>Kids are definitely the biggest benefactors of a snow storm: 1 week off of school, enuf snow to entertain you for hours, enuf snow to freeze your extremities making it necessary for lots of hot cocoa and fun activities for inside the house with mom and also dad because he had the week off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEnlue71I/AAAAAAAAA-g/rlgOSBmmbzI/s1600-h/Snow+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312734470893394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEnlue71I/AAAAAAAAA-g/rlgOSBmmbzI/s400/Snow+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEnceDI1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AStcb1EPqOI/s1600-h/snow+3.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312731986043730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEnceDI1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AStcb1EPqOI/s400/snow+3.1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEnD7sUTI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/KnEArpJIpRc/s1600-h/makay+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312725399490866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEnD7sUTI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/KnEArpJIpRc/s400/makay+snow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite her enthusiasm when getting all bundled up inside...five minutes outside proved plenty for our Makay...San Diego girl at heart, just like her mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEWxQcqSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/bxYkm4R9N4s/s1600-h/easton+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312445508364578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEWxQcqSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/bxYkm4R9N4s/s400/easton+snow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton at home in his snow cave...Give him a blanket and I really think he'd sleep there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEWgaPhtI/AAAAAAAAA-A/PRavlfua_io/s1600-h/easton+cookie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312440986044114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEWgaPhtI/AAAAAAAAA-A/PRavlfua_io/s400/easton+cookie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sugar cookie creation time with mom and boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312433741315026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEWFa9u9I/AAAAAAAAA9w/-WAlDDSW1vc/s400/creed+cookie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S3jEWgTEqcI/AAAAAAAAA94/QgUttkZkJbM/s1600-h/easton+cookie+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Yes, the Button family is alive and &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; doing well. We had a sick house for most of January and some of February, not fun.  Hopefully it's out of our systems though and we can get through the rest of winter sick-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fun things have happened since our last post. For one, Beckham is growing up so quickly. He now complains if we forget to give him silverware at a meal, and he actually uses them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435553376161321842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S272_y_FU3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/eo2_48FO3Yw/s400/Cookies+n+kids+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also learned to cuddle with his favorite stuffed animal of the day. He has been one of our most affectionate babies and I LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435553185483017410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2720sp1TMI/AAAAAAAAA8o/OfH0g2uhUc8/s400/Cookies+n+kids+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we've been in the sick-house we have really had to use our imaginations to keep the boredom away. Thank goodness for stuffed animals. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435553177275528194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2720OFA9AI/AAAAAAAAA8g/aW-LVlRjieU/s400/Cookies+n+kids+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the many ways to play with them. This is my giant moose that BJ got for me while I was at college and him, on his mission. It's also Eastons favorite friend, his own version of "my buddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435553172887253650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S272z9uxMpI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/X0Abod1LtJE/s400/Cookies+n+kids+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the stuffed animals don't cut it anymore we are left with desperate measures. Ryan and Easton take them in stride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435553530346883490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S273IxXySaI/AAAAAAAAA84/Bu79WyrJm8o/s400/Cookies+n+kids+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, when we were all better, we decided to make cookies for our neighbors. Every once in a while we like to make giant cookies, they are super fun. The kids all got to decorate six cookies with mini m&amp;amp;m's. Our neighbors loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2708NXA_tI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/wDipO2D0mUo/s1600-h/Cookies+n+kids+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435551115498290898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2708NXA_tI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/wDipO2D0mUo/s400/Cookies+n+kids+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ones actually turned out a little bigger then we had planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2707hWGUrI/AAAAAAAAA8I/5QwX_nqn5TY/s1600-h/Cookies+n+kids+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435551103683285682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2707hWGUrI/AAAAAAAAA8I/5QwX_nqn5TY/s400/Cookies+n+kids+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week we also started on making some valentines. I've never seen so many hearts or gone through so much paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2706b2XWSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/YE0CnRrrTLw/s1600-h/Cookies+n+kids+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435551085028137250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2706b2XWSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/YE0CnRrrTLw/s400/Cookies+n+kids+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's was really fun getting into the spirit of valentines day early this year. February is a party month at our house and sometimes the actual holiday gets overlooked. Not this year, besides valentines day is Ryan and mine half year anniversary. On the 14th we will have been married for 8 1/2 years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Don't ask about the bunny ears, they get worn year round at our house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2706O3Jl3I/AAAAAAAAA74/i9xl64il3IY/s1600-h/Cookies+n+kids+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435551081541769074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S2706O3Jl3I/AAAAAAAAA74/i9xl64il3IY/s400/Cookies+n+kids+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th we celebrated Eastons birthday, my little boy is 6! He couldn't decide what kind of cake he wanted and every time I asked him it would be something totally different. I just decided to make something cool and surprise him. I finally found a cake on-line that looked manageable, a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was manageable turned into a whole day thing. It was good that Ryan didn't have any school that day! Here are some of the stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S270PgoNJKI/AAAAAAAAA7w/TtKNmCj3-L8/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435550347576550562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S270PgoNJKI/AAAAAAAAA7w/TtKNmCj3-L8/s400/eastons+birthday+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutting and frosting took the longest, the decorating part was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S270Pf1XYnI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Sc14e35EmKc/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435550347363312242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S270Pf1XYnI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Sc14e35EmKc/s400/eastons+birthday+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S270OxZ9pkI/AAAAAAAAA7g/NwZTd0MS0Ew/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435550334900348482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S270OxZ9pkI/AAAAAAAAA7g/NwZTd0MS0Ew/s400/eastons+birthday+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wings and candles were the last thing to add. Then it was party time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27z1A0NRHI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/aQjjMlgT8_0/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435549892360356978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27z1A0NRHI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/aQjjMlgT8_0/s400/eastons+birthday+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up some $1 sunglasses at Target as a filler present and what do you think he loved more then the "cool" present we got him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27z07kfeqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_shs5mukZgM/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435549890952264354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27z07kfeqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_shs5mukZgM/s400/eastons+birthday+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton also got some rockin' presents from grandparents this year. Grandma Button made him a super hero cape with a patch for "Super Easton" on one side and "Super Button" on the other.  He wears it all the time but we had to draw the line at sleeping with it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27z0hAZBbI/AAAAAAAAA7I/K7kb20SRm70/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435549883821524402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27z0hAZBbI/AAAAAAAAA7I/K7kb20SRm70/s400/eastons+birthday+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Kim and Papa got him a glow station. I had to play around with it while reading the instructions to get how to use it and see all the things it can do and it was so much fun that finally Easton had to take the glow pen out of my hand and say, "mom, I get how to do it okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27zTiNN_AI/AAAAAAAAA7A/PsDKucZsczE/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435549317208079362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27zTiNN_AI/AAAAAAAAA7A/PsDKucZsczE/s400/eastons+birthday+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, we got slammed with a snow storm  this weekend. It started snowing Friday around 4pm and went all through the night. This was Pittsburgh's 4th biggest snow storm in recorded history, woohoo! We are so happy that we could be here when it happened. . . not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids thought it would be fun to go out and play in it. Luckily they know that mommy doesn't play in snow so they didn't even pressure me this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Creed trying to climb his way back up our stairs. It didn't work very well. He lasted about 15 minutes outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27zTVKxNSI/AAAAAAAAA64/D0JT9esHqGU/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435549313708143906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27zTVKxNSI/AAAAAAAAA64/D0JT9esHqGU/s400/eastons+birthday+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easton, sporting his new glasses, did pretty well. He lasted about 45 minutes. He said it wasn't so bad after he couldn't feel his hands any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27zTJW2E_I/AAAAAAAAA6w/P7x-uTJAt8g/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435549310537569266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27zTJW2E_I/AAAAAAAAA6w/P7x-uTJAt8g/s400/eastons+birthday+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ryan rescuing Makay after about 5 minutes of being outside. She got cold and would have come in after two but she couldn't make it up the stairs. She said that it was bumpy so she couldn't walk and then she fell on the snow with her face, ouch. Do you see why I don't play in the snow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parker and our neighbor girl lasted the longest, almost a full hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27yzI2A0aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/YItBXxcl4Bw/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435548760644047266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27yzI2A0aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/YItBXxcl4Bw/s400/eastons+birthday+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shot of our street. The power lines were so weighed down with snow that many of them broke. Luckily we didn't have our power go out but a lot of people did. The power company was having trouble moving around in the snow to repair them so some people went two days with out power. They actually set up "warming centers" for people with no power to go to. It was pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27yypZ4nmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/UkgMIhbU40I/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435548752204570210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27yypZ4nmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/UkgMIhbU40I/s400/eastons+birthday+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, our poor car had a good two feet of snow on top of it. It took Ryan almost three hours to dig out around our car so we could move it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27yyZ2jQTI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/JM4RSbzTXek/s1600-h/eastons+birthday+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435548748029837618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S27yyZ2jQTI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/JM4RSbzTXek/s400/eastons+birthday+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's us, stranded in the house eating birthday cake. (Not me though mom and Kiki, promise!)&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;&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/8534270104535966331-1450818530907927532?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1450818530907927532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1450818530907927532' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1450818530907927532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1450818530907927532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthdays-and-blizzards.html' title='Birthdays and Blizzards'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S272_y_FU3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/eo2_48FO3Yw/s72-c/Cookies+n+kids+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-2231310855733485433</id><published>2010-01-24T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:37:00.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Winter</title><content type='html'>There are many reason why I don't like winter. I have mentioned a couple of them in previous posts.  Our winters are usually an endless cycle of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coughs&lt;/span&gt;, soar throats and vomiting spells. There is almost always at least one child who isn't breathing well because of being stuffed up and there for can't sleep well at night so they come and wake up mom and dad. It's always great when they start to feel better but by then it has usually moved on to another member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can understand our awe and enjoyment when not one of the kids so much as sniffled all the way up until Christmas. It was great but as you can guess, we broke the dry spell. This time however, we decided to get it all over with at once instead of passing it slowly around the family. Ryan and Parker were the only ones who escaped unscathed, I think she kinda felt left out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; had it the worst with a double ear infection, one of which ruptured before we could get him into the doctor. The rest of us only had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coughs&lt;/span&gt; and congestion.  I don't get sick very often but when I do, it's usually pretty bad.  Moms, in my opinion, shouldn't be allowed to get sick unless they have a mom to take care of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny story:&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was in the girls room playing with all the kids. He was laying on his stomach across &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Parkers&lt;/span&gt; bed and Creed was sitting on his back. Ryan told Creed to not jump on his neck because his face was by a side board and any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jerking&lt;/span&gt; would make him smack his face. Creed, instead of jumping, slid up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ryans&lt;/span&gt; back to his neck and then off his head onto the floor. Ryan smashed his nose into the side board and quickly ran from the room because he thought he was bleeding. (Not to worry, the injury wasn't too serious, just a lot of pain.) When Ryan came back to the room to talk to Creed about it he found Creed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;howling&lt;/span&gt; with tears running down his face. Ryan asked what on earth happened to him. Creed bawled, "it's because I feel TERRIBLE!!" His little boy was having a soul &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wrenching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; that was so cute Ryan had to try hard not to laugh. So in the end, Ryan, who had his nose smashed in, was comforting and hugging Creed who got a fun slide ride off the bed. Oh to be a child again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-2231310855733485433?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2231310855733485433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=2231310855733485433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2231310855733485433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2231310855733485433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/01/endless-winter.html' title='Endless Winter'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-8302913793671607573</id><published>2010-01-16T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:22:17.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kid potential</title><content type='html'>So the Button family is doing good, just haven't had a lot to post lately. Thought I'd give Berni a break and post this time. Also wanted to quickly add to a past posting of hers that talked about how you know if you live in a ghetto. Two more evidences that may manifest this include the bullet proof glass shielding the post office workers from the possible dangers lurking on the other side as well as the sign posted on Rite Aids front door (my personal favorite) that asks everyone to please take off their ski masks before entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S1JrbcChI9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/TYFJYS4Xa38/s1600-h/car.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427518620062262226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S1JrbcChI9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/TYFJYS4Xa38/s400/car.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;One of the things that I am constantly guilty of as a father is the tendency I have to underestimate my childrens abilities. As much as I'd like to say that the artwork pictured above is mine...Our five year old Easton was messing around on paintbrush today and came up with this (I'm flattered to say that the handsome man driving this beautiful automobile is actually supposed to be me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the reason I hold my kids back is the fact that I am always comparing them to me and well, if I couldn't do something at their age, then neither can they. Yeah, good thing they have a talented mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427518621873924610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S1Jrbiyc6gI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/qQCTC3fl0GQ/s400/chess.bmp" border="0" /&gt;So one of the gifts Parker recieved on Christmas was the game of chess. I figured I'd tell her what a boring game it was and get out of ever having to play this game that pretty much makes my brain hurt from the strategy involved. Well, Parker won me over in the end. I had to brush up on the instructions so that I could teach her the way all the pieces move etc. She soaked everything up and asked spot on follow-up questions about almost every rule that I taught her. A few days later when we played again, she remembered everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess my point is, you know how when you are a teenager and you think your parents don't know anything? I'm afraid that for my childrens father, that may actually turn out to be truer than I'd like.&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/8534270104535966331-8302913793671607573?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8302913793671607573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=8302913793671607573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8302913793671607573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8302913793671607573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/01/kid-potential.html' title='kid potential'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S1JrbcChI9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/TYFJYS4Xa38/s72-c/car.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-8230519793793762318</id><published>2010-01-03T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:23:36.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie &amp; Julia. . . and Berni</title><content type='html'>Most of the family got a vacation from school for a few weeks so I took a vacation from blogging. The break has allowed me to return to my center, blogging is very stressful work you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's great to say but we really haven't done anything. The kids have been playing with the toys they got at Christmas. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422677555679009842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E4gZ27HDI/AAAAAAAAA50/fP-MK1Hoah4/s400/new+years+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;or more like fighting for each others. The toys are always better on the other side of the fence, even if they were meant for a one year old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing we have been doing is actively trying to stay warm. Christmas brought the cold weather (30's and below) and our house is feeling it. Most of you know we keep the thermostat at 60 during the day and turn it down to 50 at 7:00 when the kids go to bed. (Yes, we have plenty of blankets.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422672129226485378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0Ezkiv0roI/AAAAAAAAA4s/MOfiank9rgg/s400/new+years+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night Ryan and I were watching a movie and shivering like crazy. I burst out laughing when our atomic clock said it was 47 degrees in our living room! Don't anybody worry, we are all staying warm enough, we just can't afford the $500 bill to keep our house at 65 during the day and 60 at night (we about had a heart attack that month). It's just one more story for "Our lives as college students."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since it's too cold to play outside, the kids have been finding ways to entertain themselves.  For instance, Easton found a circle paper clasp which provided hours of enjoyment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422672135248437138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0Ezk5LkX5I/AAAAAAAAA40/MCko3e_dIL0/s400/new+years+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But oh no, Creed couldn't find one. Where is the justice in this world!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422672138411797106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0EzlE9xanI/AAAAAAAAA48/ZTq4yfx_CtQ/s400/new+years+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh (sigh) don't worry, everything is okay now. He found a penny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422673943550854546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E1OJodhZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/YdOketFrREI/s400/new+years+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of renting "Julie and Julia" during the break. This set in motion a string of events that were not at all conducive to a dieting lifestyle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422673952664361650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E1OrlSmrI/AAAAAAAAA5M/4F0UD4bG8Rk/s400/paintings+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had so much fun! I made two pounds of English Toffee and "sugar 'n' spice" creme brulee that had vanilla beans and cinnamon sticks in it for a Christmas party, we had sweet potatoes that we made with our vita mixer, for New Years Eve we made Pina Colada's and Peach Daiquiri's (don't worry I made virgin ones for the kids ;) and my most favorite thing yet was the bruschetta with spinach, tomatoes and mozzarella! Don't I sound just like Julia Child, so in love with food. She just made it look so fun! I went so far as to make our decorations out of food. Scratch that, not food, candy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422671139928517346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0Eyq9UzquI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Vt9GlKOLP2c/s400/makays+3rd+birthday+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Beckham eating some New Years Eve crackers and cheese ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422671135816854818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0EyquAgrSI/AAAAAAAAA4c/yiTB_wnvkZw/s400/random+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically other then food we haven't done a whole lot. I did however finally take some pictures of some things I have been working on in the tower (my craft room) for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flower cuff bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E3SfjFtUI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WnJP19x7wAY/s1600-h/flower+bracelet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422676217176634690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E3SfjFtUI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WnJP19x7wAY/s400/flower+bracelet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some green mother of pearl earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E3R9zJXeI/AAAAAAAAA5k/MhdlEpJiq-Q/s1600-h/green+disc+earings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422676208117177826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E3R9zJXeI/AAAAAAAAA5k/MhdlEpJiq-Q/s400/green+disc+earings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky pink mother of pearl and black crystal earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E3RiObFjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/lxN2O2LPXtA/s1600-h/pink+square+earings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422676200715392562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E3RiObFjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/lxN2O2LPXtA/s400/pink+square+earings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite, a butterfly necklace that gave me a run for my money. I had to rework it several times and do some research online of how to make this kind of necklace. I love the look of them but man, are they a pain in the rear-end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E1O8fBGPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/-n9sQPQHnBc/s1600-h/butterfly+necklace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422673957201451250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E1O8fBGPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/-n9sQPQHnBc/s400/butterfly+necklace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-8230519793793762318?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8230519793793762318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=8230519793793762318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8230519793793762318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8230519793793762318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/01/julie-julia-and-berni.html' title='Julie &amp; Julia. . . and Berni'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/S0E4gZ27HDI/AAAAAAAAA50/fP-MK1Hoah4/s72-c/new+years+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-6415329680493207903</id><published>2009-12-27T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:37:41.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a christmas "potpouri" (if you will)</title><content type='html'>Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! Our family sure did. This photo was taken after many hours of playing with new toys on Christmas day. Instead of "cheese" we told them to say "Merry Christmas". Hence the non-uniform mouth positions...and yes, it appears that Makay and Creed are in fact howling at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420084968477074722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgCj96CpSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/HqyMYHksq_g/s400/christmas+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times at the Nelson house for Christmas Eve dinner. They are a wonderful and very brave family in our ward that hosts several get togethers a year with many families at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420084441051326690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgCFRF8aOI/AAAAAAAAA3k/3dEH5_-cu7s/s400/christmas+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids partyin' at their own private table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420084436887438642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgCFBlMhTI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gZ1OyfK6sik/s400/christmas+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makay and Easton at home, enjoying the orange bounties of the new vita-mix. Thanks Papa and Grama Kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420084971250511810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgCkIPR78I/AAAAAAAAA30/VHDUred-Rp8/s400/christmas+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas was over the girls wanted to be ready to ring in the new year in style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420086965859466050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgEYOvHO0I/AAAAAAAAA4E/IDwAocqJp5g/s400/makay+hair+dye.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420084980843797762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgCkr-f3QI/AAAAAAAAA38/Gf_-w0KASuU/s400/christmas+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgEY1QcPNI/AAAAAAAAA4U/J2tDrkUTqjo/s1600-h/random+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420086976199802066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgEY1QcPNI/AAAAAAAAA4U/J2tDrkUTqjo/s400/random+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker loves her red hair and enjoys sporting the "fohawk" as well as the "Kate Gosselin" look (for lack of a better description).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgEYpHZWjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/wGgIRAJnL6c/s1600-h/christmas+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420086972940638770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgEYpHZWjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/wGgIRAJnL6c/s400/christmas+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter how many times a night we cover Beckham up with blankets, he always ends up like this...bum in the air with his pillow on top.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgCEghipLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/PqvXC154-24/s1600-h/random+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420084428013741234" style="DISPLAY: block; 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(if you will)'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SzgCj96CpSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/HqyMYHksq_g/s72-c/christmas+2009+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-318380638807642690</id><published>2009-12-20T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:48:29.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Joys</title><content type='html'>Our daughter Makay celebrated her 3rd birthday recently and boy did she enjoy her special day! Since I'm on Christmas break from school, Berni and I took Makay and Beckham out to Red Robin for Makays birthday lunch (the other kids were in school). She had a great time being with mom and dad one-on-one (kinda), and to top it off, the servers sang a special birthday song to her &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; gave her ice cream. Yeah, she ate it all up...the attention too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417501966716251570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7VVegaLbI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4MKfjsYqmFc/s400/makays+3rd+birthday+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(She was very sad when the decorations finally came down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7VVjY89sI/AAAAAAAAA0U/84UNUGtPp2k/s1600-h/FROONY+BDAY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417501968027154114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7VVjY89sI/AAAAAAAAA0U/84UNUGtPp2k/s400/FROONY+BDAY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Grandma and Grandpa Button and Grandma Kim and Papa for the awesome gifts!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417500367757624978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7T4Z69xpI/AAAAAAAAAz0/34gaiKv4s-g/s400/makays+3rd+birthday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Berni made a "strawberry shortcake" cake for Makay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417501976415955522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7VWCo_6kI/AAAAAAAAA0c/pl6RG2lOHgo/s400/makays+3rd+birthday+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our glamour queen put on a birthday fashion show (note her face is same color as outfit-fashion always prevails over freezing temperatures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417501981420131858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7VWVSFlhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/FawtrB4VSTM/s400/makays+3rd+birthday+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Saturday brought a fresh blanket of snow and of course instant fun for the kids. I think I was more worried about them getting cold then they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7T5F_FF_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/FIRRFWcA0SA/s1600-h/sledding+09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417500379586041842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7T5F_FF_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/FIRRFWcA0SA/s400/sledding+09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sledding is always a party favorite with this group.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7T4yYz82I/AAAAAAAAAz8/SID-7ma5s-Q/s1600-h/sledding+09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417500374325261154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7T4yYz82I/AAAAAAAAAz8/SID-7ma5s-Q/s400/sledding+09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417499344095809666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7S80e-EII/AAAAAAAAAzk/8orF6fSts9w/s400/santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Berni wanted to add some more Christmas spirit to our home, so she decided to try her hand at painting...I know I'm a little biased, but she did pretty darn good if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7T4F61wUI/AAAAAAAAAzs/VnVCSWNqY2M/s1600-h/manger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417500362388390210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7T4F61wUI/AAAAAAAAAzs/VnVCSWNqY2M/s400/manger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family loves this time of year and the excitement that comes with it. We have enjoyed spending time with our children and talking about the birth of our lord and savior Jesus Christ. We hope all of you have a very Merry Christmas! Love-the Button fam &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/8534270104535966331-318380638807642690?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/318380638807642690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=318380638807642690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/318380638807642690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/318380638807642690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-joys.html' title='December Joys'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sy7VVegaLbI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4MKfjsYqmFc/s72-c/makays+3rd+birthday+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-4417636218704921529</id><published>2009-12-11T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:27:13.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liven' In The Ghetto Baby</title><content type='html'>You might live in the ghetto if . . . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. you hear sirens on your street more then once a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. the question "what area of the city do you feel needs the most help?" is presented to the mayor and he immediately replies with the name of your community&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. there is a memorial at the entrance to the local park because of a gang shooting casualty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. the Rite Aid closes at 6:00 pm instead of the nation wide standard of 10:00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. you find bullet shells at the playground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414008641661279106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SyJsLMkdm4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/FvAPxox3WWE/s400/Thanksgiving+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. the school in your area was closed because of poor performance and the kids are know bused to other communities&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. there have been four murders less then a mile from your house in the past year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. you accidentally slam your screen door on your way out of the house at night and a man on the sidewalk says you scared him and he was about to reach for his gun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. a man in working on a friends car across the street and he runs up to you frantically trying to find a ride home because he's on house arrest and is breaking his curfew (we gave him the ride)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. the local drug dealer lives a few houses down and is actually a really nice guy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Pizza Hut won't deliver in your area after 5:00 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If any (or all in our case) of those apply to you, then you might live in a ghetto. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414009375379877234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SyJs154m7XI/AAAAAAAAAxk/eSSHD1nfgqA/s400/DSCN3694%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get us wrong, we love our home (not the actual house) and our neighbors are great. We have had many wonderful experiences with them. When we first moved here we where scared to death but we know that this is where the Lord wants us so we are happy to be here. It's just funny to us all the crazy things that happen in our neighborhood and we wanted to share some of them with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-4417636218704921529?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4417636218704921529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=4417636218704921529' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4417636218704921529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4417636218704921529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-might-live-in-ghetto-if.html' title='Liven&apos; In The Ghetto Baby'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SyJsLMkdm4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/FvAPxox3WWE/s72-c/Thanksgiving+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-3602699167129663509</id><published>2009-11-29T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:31:21.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementry Experiences</title><content type='html'>Things the kids bring home from school. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. yucky words (no swear words yet thank goodness!)&lt;br /&gt;2. candy from friends&lt;br /&gt;3. homework&lt;br /&gt;4. dirt and paint on their clothes&lt;br /&gt;5. graded work (all good so far)&lt;br /&gt;6. tragic stories of who is being nice today and who isn't&lt;br /&gt;7. occasionally stolen goods (money from Eastons classroom)&lt;br /&gt;8. new found attitudes and gestures that annoy mom&lt;br /&gt;9. a sense of independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. HEAD LICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I went into red alert, lock down mode when we found them (last night). Ryan bought war supplies (a RID kit) and I psyched myself up for the battle. Today all members of the family received a nasty RID shampoo job, all four boys received buzz cuts and Parker and Makay got chopped. (I know, sorry mom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMaATsQrVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0wI4EI6UbxI/s1600/lice+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409696169990335826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMaATsQrVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0wI4EI6UbxI/s400/lice+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parkers hair (the source of the problem) was the worst. She has incredibly thick hair and it was past her chin. That's not long for most peoples standards but for her, it's a lot of work to keep up that much hair. Ryan was two seconds away from buzzing her head and just buying her some scarfs to cover it up. After many tears she talked me into just cutting it shorter so it would be easier to RID the pests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMZ1DObbMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/XB_h5ydXoQ0/s1600/lice+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409695976591682754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMZ1DObbMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/XB_h5ydXoQ0/s400/lice+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's still adorable but I'm seriously considering getting her ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMZ01PYizI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ILEbtziFXSo/s1600/lice+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409695972837591858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMZ01PYizI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ILEbtziFXSo/s400/lice+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak thought the whole day was a glamor party and loved getting pampered (her hair cut and two showers). Her hair is much more fine so I didn't have to cut hers as short as Parkers. She looks pretty darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMZ0Qb7FAI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vJHq38F2u2E/s1600/lice+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409695962958074882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMZ0Qb7FAI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vJHq38F2u2E/s400/lice+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Ryan is going to cut someones hair you can bet that he's going to cut it weird first (just for shock value or a few funny pictures) and then finish the job. This time he didn't finish the job. Creed thinks he has "cute hair" and is now demanding to keep it. That's fine by me but he won't be leaving our house until his "bangs" (Parker calls it a third eyebrow) are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMZz60IhaI/AAAAAAAAAw0/vMDPGlE3c7c/s1600/lice+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409695957154039202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMZz60IhaI/AAAAAAAAAw0/vMDPGlE3c7c/s400/lice+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think we put a months worth of laundry through our washing machine for this ordeal. All the sheets, blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, coats, hats, clothing, combs and hair accessories that came in contact with anything got washed or boiled. We want this to be over and done with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you to our public school system for the valuable and memorable experiences that our kids are receiving at your hands. &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/8534270104535966331-3602699167129663509?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3602699167129663509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=3602699167129663509' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3602699167129663509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3602699167129663509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/11/elementry-experiences.html' title='Elementry Experiences'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SxMaATsQrVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0wI4EI6UbxI/s72-c/lice+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1166325882841651193</id><published>2009-11-15T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:48:54.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickle Juice</title><content type='html'>How in the world is it already the middle of month 11! One good thing about this time of year are the colors. Ryan took the kids to the park one day and had a little photo shoot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; loved being in front of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCVl_3qelI/AAAAAAAAAvk/23ZSDrfU5qM/s1600-h/fall+leaves+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404484032877197906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCVl_3qelI/AAAAAAAAAvk/23ZSDrfU5qM/s400/fall+leaves+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how many trees there are around here and if there are a lot of trees, there are a lot of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCVlqlGAcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/qz3sRVGWEK0/s1600-h/fall+leaves+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404484027162165698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCVlqlGAcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/qz3sRVGWEK0/s400/fall+leaves+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can really work up a sweat by trying to see how many leaves you can get into the air at the same time.  Creed would live in a leaf pile if we would let him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCVlN7dGlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Pwnjkc3lQzA/s1600-h/fall+leaves+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404484019471325778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCVlN7dGlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Pwnjkc3lQzA/s400/fall+leaves+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up some fancy dresses at the local Goodwill for $3 each. Originally they were for dress up but they fit so well and were in such good condition that they are now our fancy church clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCUmnE9tyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/xs_T50v6mP8/s1600-h/faces+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404482943890339618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCUmnE9tyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/xs_T50v6mP8/s400/faces+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents have to struggle with their kids every day to get them to sit at the table and eat. We have never had that problem. Our main food struggle is usually trying to get them to stop. They aren't picky eaters either (of which I am so not complaining about!).  Sometimes, to encourage them to stop eating we will give them the option of something disgusting or being done. This tactic usually works. . . but sometimes it backfires. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;, Creed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; (not pictured) drinking pickle juice. Yes, I said pickle juice. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCUmVKMPvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zsnDmrCsCAI/s1600-h/nov+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404482939080425202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCUmVKMPvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zsnDmrCsCAI/s400/nov+09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCUmIswpvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/eUAGPc1Q-Yg/s1600-h/nov+09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404482935735756530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCUmIswpvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/eUAGPc1Q-Yg/s400/nov+09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; eat normal food too; like Halloween candy. Some days I will let them pick something out of their bag for a snack. They are pretty clever and go for either a sucker or gum. Creed thought he would be a nice brother and share his sucker with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt;. The only problem was when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt;, he was not about to let that thing out of his mouth. Creed pulled and pulled and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; cried and cried (while never opening his mouth wide enough to get the sucker out) until Creed gave in and asked if he could pick out another piece of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCT9QoyjWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jAZI26S3pBA/s1600-h/nov+09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404482233491950946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCT9QoyjWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jAZI26S3pBA/s400/nov+09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a little sun room off the back of our kitchen (during winters it's known as the "ice box"). Ryan and I noticed that what were once small cracks in the ceiling were now big cracks in the ceiling. We called our land lords' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; man Dominic to come take a look. He said he was going to have to rip the whole thing down and replace it (just the ceiling). It took a whole evening for me to clear the room out of the four food stacked shelves and mounds of junk I had in there. It took Dominic two days of cursing under his breath and breathing in toxic dust to get our room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;liveable&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCT9EjsR8I/AAAAAAAAAus/n-IVnrUZ0L4/s1600-h/nov+09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404482230249342914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCT9EjsR8I/AAAAAAAAAus/n-IVnrUZ0L4/s400/nov+09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks great and it gave me a chance to organize my junk! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yeehaw&lt;/span&gt;! Plus, for a short time we had a room that was just for balls. Isn't that every kids dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCT8yPy2oI/AAAAAAAAAuk/D_HfPCcAOU0/s1600-h/nov+09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404482225334049410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCT8yPy2oI/AAAAAAAAAuk/D_HfPCcAOU0/s400/nov+09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over and out.&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-1166325882841651193?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1166325882841651193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1166325882841651193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1166325882841651193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1166325882841651193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/11/pickle-juice.html' title='Pickle Juice'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SwCVl_3qelI/AAAAAAAAAvk/23ZSDrfU5qM/s72-c/fall+leaves+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-7184702955853255430</id><published>2009-11-08T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:34:23.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lampoon Temple Vacation</title><content type='html'>Lets start off with how great it was to attend the temple this weekend. Berni and the kids picked me up from school on Thursday and we were off to D.C. area to start the Button Family Quarterly Temple Vacation (BFQTV). The kids were pretty excited about all the cool perks of a hotel from our previous trips. Sorry kids, those perks don't come with this hotel. But ya know what, they still had fun. They still had fun without the swimming, the delicious free continental breakfast, and they only complained alittle when the pizza was 2 hours late. Nothing dampened their spirits. The nights were filled with the excitement of getting to do things that you don't normally get to do at home. Jumping on the bed, eating lots of junk food, getting thrown on the bed by dad, getting a head laceration (little bit of an exageration) when dad is having to much fun and throws you on the bed  at the wrong angle and you skim across and hit the nightstand, watching lots of cartoons, playing old maid and go fish with mom, going to the park with dad while mom is in a session, going to the visitors center and playing with all the cool touch screen displays, having one giant slumber party every night with the whole fam, and going to the visitors center again, this time for two and a half hours because dad locked the keys in the car just as mom got out from another session and then having fun at FuddRuckers and Coldstone as dads way of saying, I'm sorry for the key thing.  Yes you can't rain on this parade. Although, mom and dad were feeling a little damp when they got the $200 dollar charge for the "key thing", the $12 dollar a night hotel parking fee and the charges for local phone calls from the hotel phone. Why didn't we use the cell? What can you do?...besides being a little more aware when booking our next hotel, and maybe complaining about something at the front desk, just out of spite, like the bug infestation in our hotel room...okay so they were ladybugs, but still, a little weird. I think we counted around 14 and how could we complain about this alternate form of entertainment that our children so enjoyed sharing their hotel room with. Despite the sarcasm, the vacation was very nice and most of all the temple was wonderful! We'll pay a key lock out charge of any price, any day, if that's the price of going to the temple...but we'd rather not&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SvdwYMqBysI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jwcwro4WZzs/s1600-h/dc+trip+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401909839070874306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SvdwYMqBysI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jwcwro4WZzs/s400/dc+trip+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SvdwX24M3MI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ne6XA3tn8Y8/s1600-h/dc+trip+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401909833224740034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SvdwX24M3MI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ne6XA3tn8Y8/s400/dc+trip+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SvdwXmc90HI/AAAAAAAAAuM/S3fPTzAU4AQ/s1600-h/ladybugcircles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401909828815540338" style="DISPLAY: block; 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We had class party's at school for Parker, Easton and Creed,our ward Halloween party on Friday night, a Halloween birthday party on Saturday for Eastons' friend and then Trick or Treating on Saturday night, woohoo! I'm not sure how much makeup we went through but I'm pretty sure it talked Parker out of ever wanting to become a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our little monsters. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3osXbpgeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/djbR7Fu-9Kk/s1600-h/beckshalloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399227377188962786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3osXbpgeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/djbR7Fu-9Kk/s400/beckshalloween.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beckham had a vampire costume on but the smudges around his eyes were hard enough so we kept it simple with him.  Parker wasn't so simple, but we sure had fun! This was Saturday nights version of a butterfly fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3m8O0de3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/iGo5wys_2sE/s1600-h/greenfairy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399225450731764594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3m8O0de3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/iGo5wys_2sE/s400/greenfairy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Friday nights version. They would have been the same both nights but I ran out of the red pencil makeup.  We had fun experimenting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3m78A36dI/AAAAAAAAAsE/M7QzosJwJkA/s1600-h/redfairy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399225445683554770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3m78A36dI/AAAAAAAAAsE/M7QzosJwJkA/s400/redfairy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creed is just too good at being a vampire! This year he really got into it too.  He liked to go up to people with his mouth open ready to bite, it was pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3me-BAUsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kz-iaByo1fc/s1600-h/vampirecreed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399224948004770498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3me-BAUsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kz-iaByo1fc/s400/vampirecreed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton, the peacemaker, wanted to bring world peace. Who better for the job than Batman!?! Masks aren't allowed at church parties so we painted this on. We should have taken a picture at the end of the night to compare, it was pretty funny where that black makeup got to. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3mergvAiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/2CCX8nE5E78/s1600-h/halloween+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399224943037579810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3mergvAiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/2CCX8nE5E78/s400/halloween+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is so much fun finding the perfect costume for your child.  It's like finding someone the perfect gift for their birthday, something that you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; they will love.  When I saw this costume I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; it was for Makay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3mecsud7I/AAAAAAAAArs/UDUSAdqAMWw/s1600-h/halloween+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399224939061344178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3mecsud7I/AAAAAAAAArs/UDUSAdqAMWw/s400/halloween+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was the perfect little devil "princess" (she added the princess on herself), so mischievous and beautiful that you can't get mad at her schemes. We tried for a group shot but with Beckham so mobile it doesn't really work any more. Maybe in 10 years they will all hold still and look at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3jzYDye5I/AAAAAAAAArk/QCVZ5xLxOpg/s1600-h/halloween+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399222000058268562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3jzYDye5I/AAAAAAAAArk/QCVZ5xLxOpg/s400/halloween+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys received pumpkins from school events this year but Creed was the only one who wanted to operate. He ended up being quite the surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3jy8jcN5I/AAAAAAAAArU/QbgeVhcvp_g/s1600-h/halloween+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399221992674834322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3jy8jcN5I/AAAAAAAAArU/QbgeVhcvp_g/s400/halloween+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids loved the final product and it strangely became a community pumpkin after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399221991675177122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3jy41GqKI/AAAAAAAAArc/IAlti9zgM8M/s400/halloween+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a walk on Sunday afternoon to help with the sugar detox. It was chilly but really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399227373456999762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3osJh4RVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/M-2wTifncEE/s400/halloween+2009+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aaaahh, we survived the sugar highs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399225454968608034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3m8emmlSI/AAAAAAAAAsU/L5nq8hZyfXw/s400/halloween+2009+034.jpg" border="0" /&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' 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berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Su3osXbpgeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/djbR7Fu-9Kk/s72-c/beckshalloween.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-3296195495692092221</id><published>2009-10-26T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:33:35.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>button children</title><content type='html'>we sure love these kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c78e12c15e006b78" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=3296195495692092221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3296195495692092221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3296195495692092221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-faces.html' title='button children'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-2396805280513357609</id><published>2009-10-11T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:54:01.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats, Gloves and Mohawks</title><content type='html'>Not a whole lot has happened in the past two weeks.  Probably the best thing that happened to us was General Conference where we were able to hear the prophet of the Lord speak.  It was amazing, we are very inspired to start living better lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more mundane note, things have been running smoothly.  The kids are still loving school and doing very well.  Since Makay is the only child home with Beckham any more she thinks she is solely in charge of his learning and development and has taken it upon herself to teach him all kinds of new things including throwing all possible toys down the stairs and how to open the screen door.  Thank goodness Beckham isn't the student that our other kids are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been enjoying our last days at the park.  Fall hit all of the sudden and in full swing so we really won't have much longer for outdoors stuff.  This is Easton being a panther and hunting his prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJk-Wx990I/AAAAAAAAArM/nN5X2Purkz4/s1600-h/mo+hawk+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482726345733954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJk-Wx990I/AAAAAAAAArM/nN5X2Purkz4/s400/mo+hawk+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handsome boys got hair cuts again and this time Ryan did them.  He loves turning our boys into little neanderthals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJk9-2qgqI/AAAAAAAAArE/nQ6EBytweLg/s1600-h/mo+hawk+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482719922979490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJk9-2qgqI/AAAAAAAAArE/nQ6EBytweLg/s400/mo+hawk+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were able to eliminate our mold problem in the basement that occurred this summer but lost a few possessions along the way.  One of the things we lost were our winter hats and gloves.  The cooler weather forced us to the store before we thought we would need to.  As many of you know, our house is old and drafty so yes, we are already bundling up inside as well as out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJk9Z8qiUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/c_Ymxmr9M7E/s1600-h/mo+hawk+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482710016035138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJk9Z8qiUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/c_Ymxmr9M7E/s400/mo+hawk+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've finally been able to make it back to my beloved craft room! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJkWJacRhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8sn3GqprxYY/s1600-h/mo+hawk+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482035562628626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJkWJacRhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8sn3GqprxYY/s400/mo+hawk+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rented some library books about jewelry making and got some awesome ideas.  One entire book was about using wire, I love it.  These earrings are a spiral cage with beads going down the middle.  They were too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJkVu_u-RI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CAxLuDvPa2M/s1600-h/mo+hawk+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482028471286034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJkVu_u-RI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CAxLuDvPa2M/s400/mo+hawk+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my first attempt at a more formal piece.  I found the center piece in a boutique at a huge discount so I bought it.  It was originally a broach but I wanted to do a necklace with an antique feel with it.  I have no idea if it turned out well or not.  If you want to leave a comment  and HONESTLY tell me what you think of it, it would be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJkVD4fp7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/nTjIvxmqpPw/s1600-h/mo+hawk+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482016898197426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJkVD4fp7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/nTjIvxmqpPw/s400/mo+hawk+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-2396805280513357609?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2396805280513357609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=2396805280513357609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2396805280513357609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2396805280513357609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/hats-gloves-and-mohawks.html' title='Hats, Gloves and Mohawks'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/StJk-Wx990I/AAAAAAAAArM/nN5X2Purkz4/s72-c/mo+hawk+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-7016292651167281244</id><published>2009-09-27T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:07:49.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Parker had a birthday shout hurray!  Our oldest offspring turned 7 on the 23 (Wednesday).  Unfortunately we couldn't celebrate that day because "dad had to be at stinky school all day long!"  The real reason is that Ryan's parents and brother weren't getting here until Wednesday night after the kids were in bed.  I told Parker that she would have a birthday surprise on Thursday and she would love it so much that it would be worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been a great surprise too except that Parker ran into Grandma Button en route to the bathroom in the middle of the night.  Despite the non-surprise she loved her birthday and it was worth waiting an extra day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386284401592807730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_tICAqsTI/AAAAAAAAAps/qeJhZzo_G60/s400/parkers+bday+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker wanted a cake that was very girly, "something pretty or pink or sparkly or something."  (I have wondered several times how we could possibly be genetically linked)  Well, there was no way I was attempting a castle or something sparkly (how could you make a sparkly cake !?!) so I opted for the most girly thing that could be in the shape of a square. . . a purse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386284394142760034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_tHmQb_GI/AAAAAAAAApk/oM39jigi35Q/s400/parkers+bday+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually turned out to be a lot of fun!  It's strawberry cake on the inside so even the cake part is pink, I know, I really outdid myself.  The handle was a bit tricky, it weighed a ton so I had to get some beading wire to help support it.  I took this picture right after I stuck it in and by the time we ate the cake, about two hours later, the handle was laying flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386284386322403602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_tHJH60RI/AAAAAAAAApc/vukwGakfEJw/s400/parkers+bday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandma Button took Parker out and bought her a new winter coat for her birthday.  She had no inhibitions about putting on a fashion show for us.  (Once again, is she my child?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a hay day with Uncle Nick!  They are his biggest fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386285350808061746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_t_SHOBzI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MAeGtMc0jiU/s400/parkers+bday+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went to the zoo, the one day it didn't rain yippee!  I think it wore the adults out more than the kids which was opposite of our plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386285339695780658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_t-ot2EzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/TWRllJOAVxg/s400/parkers+bday+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our biggest adventure at the zoo would have to be the sting ray exhibit.  While Grandpa and Ryan were helping Makay pet one of the sting rays (which is allowed) Creed decided that he didn't need help.  After one huge splash, a dazed Creed and many frightened sting rays, Ryan pulled Creed off of a flattened sting ray and out of the exhibit sopping wet.  I'm not so sure they are going to allow the petting any more and I'm really not sure if that one sting ray recovered from all the 30 pounds of Creed that landed on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386285344098666850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_t-5HkyWI/AAAAAAAAAp8/UfeVycqXzYM/s400/parkers+bday+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell we had an eventful weekend with the Buttons.  It always comes to an end too quickly though!  Dressed in our best the kids got some pictures with Grandpa and Grandma before they had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how well this picture turned out considering there's five kids in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_vHTtq89I/AAAAAAAAAqc/dw944takHDw/s1600-h/parkers+bday+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386286588188357586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_vHTtq89I/AAAAAAAAAqc/dw944takHDw/s400/parkers+bday+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More hugs for Uncle Nick and they were off.  Thanks so much for flying across the country to visit us!  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_vHA1mDNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZyKr67cL3Ns/s1600-h/parkers+bday+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386286583121317074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_vHA1mDNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZyKr67cL3Ns/s400/parkers+bday+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-7016292651167281244?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7016292651167281244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=7016292651167281244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7016292651167281244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7016292651167281244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-surprise.html' title='Birthday Surprise!'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sr_tICAqsTI/AAAAAAAAAps/qeJhZzo_G60/s72-c/parkers+bday+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-4355785462810053104</id><published>2009-09-20T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:57:43.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Heart</title><content type='html'>Well, our computer isn't letting us upload any pictures so sorry. I know an entry is no good without pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the biggest thing we did this last week was see Creeds Cardiologist. For all who don't know, Creed doesn't have a hole in his heart. . . he has three. Yeah, not the news we were looking for. He is going to need open heart surgery which is freaking me out. His heart is enlarged on one side due to the blood that is leaking back into it. The Dr. said that they will be able to sew one hole closed and then patch the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's scary to find out that your child is going to have to go through something like this but it has definitely put things into a different perspective for us. Plus, everything is in the Lords hands anyway so there is no need to fear. We know that it all works out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no pictures that's about all for us. We'll try to get the pictures working. Until then, some funny quotes from the kids. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ryan was helping Creed say the prayer and he prompted him, "we love thee" and Creed said, "you love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pikey-pones are pine cones. We think they mixed porky pines and pine cones together for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I took Creed out to lunch after his cardiology appointment at his favorite Chinese restaurant. It's a very nice Chinese family that runs it. Creed (being physically incapable of whispering) asked if Chinese people sleep. Why is the mom and the kids Chinese? I tried explaining that they are just like us, they just speak a different language and that Chinese people have Chinese babies just like white people have white babies. A black man was waiting for his order and Creed pointed and said, "he's black." The man looked at us. "yes he is," I said. "Does he have black babies?" My face was very red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-4355785462810053104?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4355785462810053104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=4355785462810053104' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4355785462810053104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4355785462810053104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-heart.html' title='Holy Heart'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-8292768692963551599</id><published>2009-09-13T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:30:36.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>two kids down, one more to go</title><content type='html'>So Ryan started school two weeks ago.  Parker started first grade one week and three days ago.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; started kindergarten three days ago.  Three days ago I was a wreck!  My tender sweet boy is going off to be corrupted by the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe it won't be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ryan's&lt;/span&gt; a big boy, he can take care of himself.  Parker is a tough cookie that loves being independent.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; is a teddy bear that likes to cuddle with mommy!  I don't want him to lose that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he loves school, all two days so far.  He was so upset that he only had two pages of homework that I had to calm him down by telling him that we can do more by ourselves.  Yesterday was agony!  Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt; except for the small ray of hope that after today he could get back to school.  I'm crossing my fingers that this will last and praying for his tender soul will stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intact&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2HUkfQnII/AAAAAAAAApU/bb4H1BzDq3A/s1600-h/cakes+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381105917239532674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2HUkfQnII/AAAAAAAAApU/bb4H1BzDq3A/s400/cakes+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Parker and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; were off getting their educations. . . Creed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; were reaping the benefits of having fewer kids at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2HGa25kgI/AAAAAAAAApM/Pa6UPzhgeKA/s1600-h/cakes+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381105674136162818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2HGa25kgI/AAAAAAAAApM/Pa6UPzhgeKA/s400/cakes+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess I don't need to wonder how they get so dirty at the park anymore.  There's all that lovely playground equipment and my kids choose to sit in the dirt.  At least they have imaginations right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2GsCCFtkI/AAAAAAAAApE/jfEAxvaVigw/s1600-h/cakes+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381105220795610690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2GsCCFtkI/AAAAAAAAApE/jfEAxvaVigw/s400/cakes+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed is an expert fence climber.  It scares me to death and he thinks it's so funny to scare mom.  As long as he keeps it simply going up and down and not over the top I think I can handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed starts school on Tuesday of this week and he's slowly warming up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt;.  He has new teachers this year and is going without his big brother so it's going to be a big new adventure for him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed also has his appointment with the cardiologist this week so hopefully we will get some answers about the hole in his heart and find out how serious this is.  Ryan and I really want to thank everyone who fasted for Creed last week with us.  It's wonderful to know that our families are always there and so willing to support us in any way we need it.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2F0qyVJuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/OSG_92STmAM/s1600-h/cakes+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381104269662693090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2F0qyVJuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/OSG_92STmAM/s400/cakes+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jewelry this week.  Just two BIG cakes!  I rented the Martha Stewart wedding cakes book from our local library and got inspired.  That inspiration didn't quite pan out like I had hoped but all practice is good practice right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried out my new square cake pans (which I love) and tried to think outside the box with the shapes and stacking of the cakes.  I think I should stick to copying other people who think outside the box, the end result would pay off much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2FUdwflNI/AAAAAAAAAo0/nH8aKPHqWMk/s1600-h/cakes+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381103716409513170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2FUdwflNI/AAAAAAAAAo0/nH8aKPHqWMk/s400/cakes+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I go to a book club with some women from the ward and last night we had a re-gathering to pick our new books for the next year (we took a six month break do to not being organized).  We all bring food (preferably to go along with the book theme) because what's a gathering without food right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I baked one chocolate and one yellow cake, cut them both in half and slathered chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;butter cream&lt;/span&gt; frosting between each layer.  The outside is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;butter cream&lt;/span&gt; frosting with appropriate pink decorations (believe it or not, I still need to work on my dots). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This thing was a beast!  Ryan and I weighed it, it was almost 10 pounds!  After cutting into it at our group we found out that 9 of those pounds was the frosting.  Amazingly enough I was the only one who didn't finish all my frosting. . . wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2FHnTxy7I/AAAAAAAAAos/fC7GvxNCCso/s1600-h/cakes+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381103495635127218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2FHnTxy7I/AAAAAAAAAos/fC7GvxNCCso/s400/cakes+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it 'til next week! Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2E7rCf_8I/AAAAAAAAAok/gMmBYYqGXmM/s1600-h/cakes+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381103290477969346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2E7rCf_8I/AAAAAAAAAok/gMmBYYqGXmM/s400/cakes+035.jpg" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-8292768692963551599?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8292768692963551599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=8292768692963551599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8292768692963551599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8292768692963551599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-kids-down-one-more-to-go.html' title='two kids down, one more to go'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sq2HUkfQnII/AAAAAAAAApU/bb4H1BzDq3A/s72-c/cakes+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-4256117304804127934</id><published>2009-09-06T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:05:56.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools In and I'm a Nerd!</title><content type='html'>Once again a week with no pictures!  We need to start doing more interesting things.  It wasn't an event less week though, Ryan and Parker started school!  Ryan has been sick all week so it wasn't the best week of his life but Parker couldn't be happier.  She loves everything about school (thank goodness!) and she can't wait for Easton to start this coming Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easton and I went and met his new kindergartner teacher on Friday and she is wonderful.  I'm so excited that he has her (instead of Parker's old teacher).  Luckily he's excited for school too, the only one we need to get hyped up now is Creed.  But we still have some time before he is supposed to head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no new pictures means you get some from the archives. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one of Beckham (who by the way is walking pretty well now) isn't really that old but it's just so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRiOmdhnWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GWpmN4XjSwQ/s1600-h/250lb+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378531857969290594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRiOmdhnWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GWpmN4XjSwQ/s400/250lb+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first camping trip with the kids at the wonderful Beaver Dick Park (I know, we hate the name too) in Rexburg.  We went in August thinking it would be nice weather for camping, but we forgot where we were, Rexburg.  We got a record breaking cold night with freezing temperatures and high winds (high enough to give us two new holes in our tent!).  On top of that I was four months pregnant with Makay and not very comfortable on the lumpy, hard ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long time before we camped again after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRgqelAbFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BBy-Uskl6Jo/s1600-h/IM000994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378530137866267730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRgqelAbFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BBy-Uskl6Jo/s400/IM000994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why we put Creed in a white shirt to go camping and I will have no good answer for you.  But on the up side I think he got all the dirt on his face instead of the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRgfipApeI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FaxM1hkAOEE/s1600-h/IM000989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378529949978240482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRgfipApeI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FaxM1hkAOEE/s400/IM000989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic La Jolla shores picture in December of 2007.  I love it but I have no idea who Parker is talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRfsGa6ugI/AAAAAAAAAoA/qW0dmhfCF1k/s1600-h/Beach+Fun+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378529066229611010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRfsGa6ugI/AAAAAAAAAoA/qW0dmhfCF1k/s400/Beach+Fun+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rare (very rare) tender moment between Creed and Makay at the Mira Mesa 1st ward Christmas party.  It's nice to know that we have on record some sweet things like this to prove that they haven't ALWAYS been fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqReyMeGROI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FXFoMqrSkuE/s1600-h/Sharing+the+candy+cane+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378528071421150434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqReyMeGROI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FXFoMqrSkuE/s400/Sharing+the+candy+cane+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a recent picture of the kids on a treasure hunt in one of the many wooded jungle areas of our fine city.  On this particular excavation they found a dead raccoon, a key chain and two golf balls. . . a success!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRdoVHPmPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/QxBKB0b8iZ8/s1600-h/cakes+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378526802430892274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRdoVHPmPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/QxBKB0b8iZ8/s400/cakes+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my most favorite new creations.  My favorite color in the whole world is red and my favorite color combination is red, black and white.  Can you guess why I like this bracelet and earring set so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRcfRjp2VI/AAAAAAAAAno/gM3o945PN8k/s1600-h/jewelry+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378525547345860946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRcfRjp2VI/AAAAAAAAAno/gM3o945PN8k/s400/jewelry+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these cool decorative buttons and given my last name, I just had to use them as inspiration.  This is my first button necklace.  The button is tied on over one of the pink shell beads and is removable.  The button is supposed to be worn off to the side as opposed to a pendent. (I just realized what a huge jewelry nerd I am, sorry!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRcKkFYk-I/AAAAAAAAAng/PKrwetmUNIY/s1600-h/jewelry+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378525191541920738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRcKkFYk-I/AAAAAAAAAng/PKrwetmUNIY/s400/jewelry+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been practicing cake decorating for Parker's birthday.  My first attempt with fondant (pictured last week) didn't turn out so well.  This week was much more of a success, I actually made the fondant correctly.  This was my first creation of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378523651314410946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRaw6Sh5cI/AAAAAAAAAnI/OtlprDTQIm4/s400/cakes+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was never a fondant fan because I hated the way it tasted, why ruin a cake!?!  But that all changed when my mom gave me a fondant recipe that tastes great (how can you go wrong when it's made with marsh mellows?)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But by this time I was sick of making a cake just so I could play with fondant so I decided to use a shoe box.  My children thought I had lost my mind, especially when I kept telling them that we were going to eat it for dessert (hehehe).  But it was great practice with much less of the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRbLTFXCPI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ekOlHr_zWh4/s1600-h/cakes+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378524104646658290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRbLTFXCPI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ekOlHr_zWh4/s400/cakes+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-4256117304804127934?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4256117304804127934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=4256117304804127934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4256117304804127934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4256117304804127934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-in-and-im-nerd.html' title='Schools In and I&apos;m a Nerd!'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SqRiOmdhnWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GWpmN4XjSwQ/s72-c/250lb+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-6090646652008600177</id><published>2009-08-30T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:31:13.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old and new</title><content type='html'>I started to make a new post at nine tonight.  It's now eleven and I haven't even organized the pictures yet.  I got looking at all the pictures we have of the kids and I couldn't stop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week you all get an unorganized post with some new things and mostly old but soooo sweet things.  I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most favorite pictures of Easton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps8QDzWqzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/h_T5J337RXI/s1600-h/IM000324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375956826793093938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps8QDzWqzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/h_T5J337RXI/s400/IM000324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Creed taking a snooze while daddy studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps7Q1m6ysI/AAAAAAAAAm4/9ZuR2MJSLa0/s1600-h/IM000778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375955740651080386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps7Q1m6ysI/AAAAAAAAAm4/9ZuR2MJSLa0/s400/IM000778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were in a loving mood so they piled into the chair...Ryan found them like this all lovey dovey with no fighting going on and ran for the camera to capture this rare moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps6OR6vWTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EuqZYGf9zn8/s1600-h/weird+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375954597199173938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps6OR6vWTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EuqZYGf9zn8/s400/weird+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One moment you're posing for a picture and then with the flash of a camera, you are plummeting to the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps50ETlzEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/i10AW4oLxcw/s1600-h/Schenley+Park+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375954146868710466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps50ETlzEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/i10AW4oLxcw/s400/Schenley+Park+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next four are just the kids enjoying hanging out at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps5k-M0AkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zAze9VVsLn0/s1600-h/Schenley+Park+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953887531631170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps5k-M0AkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zAze9VVsLn0/s400/Schenley+Park+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps5X7QTJ3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/OJ4vcDLTPKk/s1600-h/Schenley+Park+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953663402649458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps5X7QTJ3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/OJ4vcDLTPKk/s400/Schenley+Park+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps5KBOE4EI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/cAlw0n0jbog/s1600-h/Schenley+Park+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953424485769282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps5KBOE4EI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/cAlw0n0jbog/s400/Schenley+Park+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps4_df3QmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_ktQ5pKZIgw/s1600-h/Schenley+Park+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953243098006114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps4_df3QmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_ktQ5pKZIgw/s400/Schenley+Park+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beckham enjoying his cake on his first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps37QaPR2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/rqMSOR_c0lM/s1600-h/beckhams+birthday+%231+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952071353648994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps37QaPR2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/rqMSOR_c0lM/s400/beckhams+birthday+%231+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who needs real makeup when you have crayons handy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps3VqOVRJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fclrcoCxhkQ/s1600-h/250lb+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375951425448002706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps3VqOVRJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fclrcoCxhkQ/s400/250lb+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My practice run at fondent, getting ready for Parkers birthday next month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps3KQynleI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9fD499j4FTw/s1600-h/a+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375951229642315234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps3KQynleI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9fD499j4FTw/s400/a+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beckhams loving life, he was feeling left out while the kids were using moms stamps, so he was very happy when he got to play with a container of unused stamps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps24wjQXoI/AAAAAAAAAlo/j17ecJ2eM1s/s1600-h/a+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950928930168450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps24wjQXoI/AAAAAAAAAlo/j17ecJ2eM1s/s400/a+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creed and Makay stamping it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps2ov8-E2I/AAAAAAAAAlg/QzyedFngsgI/s1600-h/a+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950653891679074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps2ov8-E2I/AAAAAAAAAlg/QzyedFngsgI/s400/a+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8534270104535966331-6090646652008600177?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6090646652008600177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=6090646652008600177' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6090646652008600177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6090646652008600177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-and-new.html' title='old and new'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sps8QDzWqzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/h_T5J337RXI/s72-c/IM000324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1787622032701977953</id><published>2009-08-25T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:45:21.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back. Where have I been? In SAN DIEGO!!! Yes, my wonderful husband took pity on me and let me return to the place of my roots that I have been missing SO badly. Did I mention that I went alone? Oh yeah, I went alone to refresh my mind and rejuvenate my body from seven long (constant) years of being pregnant and raising children. It's true "silence is golden."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Ryan had the kids all to himself for six days. We joke that it was his final HOORAH with the kids before he goes back to school in a week. I think after a week with the kids, he's very excited about getting back to school. ;) He really did do a great job, I couldn't have a better husband! Thank you so much Ryan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why would a woman leave her best friend and children for seven days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374017402633861202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SpRYWtzCOFI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Bs47iB03nXY/s400/cali+and+makay+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? Going almost two years without this just about killed me! Now that I've had my fix let's see if I can make it last until our next reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374017653502577922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SpRYlUWzDQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/v8YJq83v8Nk/s400/cali+and+makay+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I did some partying while the boys where off being boys on a mountain top. We hiked a trail at Torry Pines . . . can you see the sweat on our foreheads? Well, about 15 minutes after this picture was taken we were jumping in the waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374018142718864722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SpRZBy1DLVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Dy0aCdqgzvs/s400/cali+and+makay+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my trips highlights was seeing Wicked! My dad got tickets for my mom and I for the night the men returned home from Mt. Whitney. It was AMAZING! Thank you dad a thousand pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I have no other pictures of my dream vacation but it was filled with shopping, the temple and cake making (which turned out to be CC balls (that's ca ca for the layman) but looked great).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to get home and see my family. The kids really did change in just one week and by the end of the day the kids were running away from me because I couldn't stop hugging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after getting back Ryan and I heard a huge thud, tumble and roll on our crazy wooden stairs and both came running. Ryan saw the tail end of Makays feet flying up over her head for a crash landing at the bottom of our stairs. She's a pretty tough kid (we know from past incidents) and this time she was really hurting. I took her to Children's Hospital again (we took her just three weeks ago with a hole in her lip) and had some x-rays taken. Poor girl broke her clavicle. :( It's so hard to see your kids in pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374018644699045042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SpRZfA2c3LI/AAAAAAAAAks/-2wvVTNBeJs/s400/cali+and+makay+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't even that interested in her Frosty which shows you how much pain she really was in. When ever I would go to pick her up to carry her somewhere she would tell me, "be careful mommy" and "that hurts my shoulder mommy." It was a long night filled with doses of Children's Tylenol. We are supposed to keep the sling on her for two weeks but I don't know if she'll let us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374018878603008882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SpRZsoNgG3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/HuC3SoXqrP4/s400/cali+and+makay+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still in pain but even broken bones aren't going to stop this girl. We love our tough little angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last of all, some new creations. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374020390410958626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SpRbEoImtyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Uzo3R84WGC0/s400/cali+and+makay+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374020786747320226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SpRbbsmjp6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/T8o4hJSKLmo/s400/cali+and+makay+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-1787622032701977953?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1787622032701977953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1787622032701977953' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1787622032701977953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1787622032701977953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SpRYWtzCOFI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Bs47iB03nXY/s72-c/cali+and+makay+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-3953063196038234172</id><published>2009-08-09T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:24:04.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll laugh, you'll cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Random videos from this summer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-671e25ce81be1144" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D656fd56283d3520d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331675783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D650B9B1374692DC7CEDB300F44A4E612B82FDD3.2F40E2DE67ACBB272B87196A86F35A6DA1A7F313%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D656fd56283d3520d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-TG6rQDJXddD5h5B-hm3GSSMUgQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.................................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to keep the kids minds on the sabbath and away from quoting movies etc is kind of hard. Today, we were at the dinner table and decided on a pop scripture quiz.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Who knows what king Herod did when he found out about the Saviors birth?" (I know, could we have picked a more morbid question?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parker: He got mad. (okay go on...) He told his soldiers to go and kill Abinadi.&lt;br /&gt;Easton: He prayed. He was a nice king wasn't he? Oh, I know, he threw him in the Lions Den.&lt;br /&gt;Creed: He cut his arm off. (thinking of Ammon perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well...at least we know they hear some things during morning scripture study...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-3953063196038234172?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=656fd56283d3520d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=671e25ce81be1144&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d1c0931a2b53c02a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3953063196038234172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=3953063196038234172' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3953063196038234172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3953063196038234172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/youll-laugh-youll-cry.html' title='you&apos;ll laugh, you&apos;ll cry...'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-8719693256225568063</id><published>2009-08-09T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:38:24.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all she wants for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sn96kCq9PNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qNEs66BGrKc/s1600-h/parkers+tooth+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368144040459844818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sn96kCq9PNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qNEs66BGrKc/s400/parkers+tooth+029.jpg" border="0" /&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/8534270104535966331-8719693256225568063?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8719693256225568063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=8719693256225568063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8719693256225568063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8719693256225568063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-she-wants-for-christmas.html' title='all she wants for Christmas...'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sn96kCq9PNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qNEs66BGrKc/s72-c/parkers+tooth+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1763049713161878035</id><published>2009-07-26T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:28:49.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Creed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Creeds birthday was this month! I can't believe he's four. He had two friends over to play for the afternoon while we did balloon games and pin the tail on the donkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you've noticed by now that our kids are stuffed full of personality. It comes out in this picture. They can't just be normal and cute like the two adorable Westover girls. Makay and Easton are pretending to be birds, Parker is in her usual princess pose for any picture and Creed is charging the camera. Never a dull moment in our home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362928784054644146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SmzzUKlLbbI/AAAAAAAAAik/26YYM_ZqcuU/s400/250lb+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed wanted a dinosaur cake this year. I was pretty worried until I found a Wiltons dinosaur cake pan at the Goodwill for 50 cents. KA-CHING! (I have no idea how to spell sound affects!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed really got into the "it's my special day and I'm in charge" thing. The poor kid is a third child, we let him run with it. The kids all got one piece of cake, Creed had two. But the kicker was when he asked for cake the next day for breakfast. Well, who wants cake sitting around the house getting stale anyway! They loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362928980785161810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SmzzfndY5lI/AAAAAAAAAis/zvOsc4uok0Y/s400/250lb+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if we have mentioned how much Creed likes puzzles. Well if he didn't before, he does now because he got some of the coolest puzzles for his birthday. (yes, I helped him on this one. . . and well all of them. I like puzzles too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362929162086541266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SmzzqK3AZ9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/VJFXQ-BHreE/s400/250lb+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I gave him some Disney puzzles and Papa and Grandma Kim gave him the big floor puzzles. He loved the "giant puzzle" pieces.  He also got a cool Noah book from Grandma and Grandpa Button plus a dapper (and much needed) suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362932180291798050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Smz2Z2jNxCI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hnMY35WsHr4/s400/parkers+tooth+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362931927035277282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Smz2LHGJ7-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/moMoV1a9vWQ/s400/parkers+tooth+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case your wondering, our kids don't normally sit on the table this much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362931528840863394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Smz1z7tNXqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/O40r9E2QYWw/s400/parkers+tooth+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you were probably wondering what happened to our other kids for the month of July huh! Well they're still here. Parker's had her two front teeth sticking out of her mouth like a chipmunk for a while. She finally let me yank one of them out (just because she saw something at the store that she wanted to buy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front teeth are pretty valuable but our tooth fairy couldn't scrounge more then two dollars for it. Maybe after a couple more teeth she can buy a toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362931121308969650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Smz1cNiCKrI/AAAAAAAAAjU/u0Iggyb-dlo/s400/parkers+tooth+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July has also been a month of new hairdo's in our family. Easton and Creed wanted desperately to have all the boys in the family match. How can you say no to male bonding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed really did look sickly for the first couple of days. Kind of like he just came from chemo treatment. After he got some sun he looked much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362929327111495042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SmzzzxoBXYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fjDXrPTv6G8/s400/250lb+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been growing my hair out for a long time (10 months!) and was going crazy. I finally went to get it cut (my first hair cut done by someone who actually went to beauty school, instead of me with two mirrors, in about four years). It felt so good to get rid of all that hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't feel sorry for my husband my brothers! He likes my hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362930294120392690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Smz0sEA6J_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/yeZ3E1QG2zk/s400/haircut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mak had everyone in the ward talking about her hair by the end of church. She loved having it curly so much that she walked up to everyone saying, "pretty hair!" while she fluffed her curls. What a GIRL I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362930706903545170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Smz1EFwFNVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ZqRIYLuHsS0/s400/parkers+tooth+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lastly of course is jewelry.  Sorry about the fuzzy picture, I'll have to fire my photographer. ;)  This necklace was just too much fun to not show you mom, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362940950561883378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Smz-YWWjBPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Lp5RpwaFLeU/s400/necklace.JPG" border="0" /&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;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-1763049713161878035?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1763049713161878035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1763049713161878035' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1763049713161878035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1763049713161878035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-all-about-creed.html' title='It&apos;s All About Creed'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SmzzUKlLbbI/AAAAAAAAAik/26YYM_ZqcuU/s72-c/250lb+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-2911414725039720370</id><published>2009-07-10T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:22:14.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Adventures</title><content type='html'>Summer is in full swing and the Buttons are loving it!  We were able to head back down to D.C. at the end of June to visit the temple again.  We were so excited that we got a hotel for three nights and were planing a spiritual marathon.  The only problem was that once we got there we remembered that we had  left our temple bags and recommends at home! HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still went and visited the visitors center and spent time on the grounds.  The temple is so beautiful!  The last full day we were there the temple was able to contact our stake president so we could get in.  At least we made it once.  It was still a wonderful trip and we got to know the visitor center really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356995526499887298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SlffDHxh6MI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9BGJ-MDczEs/s400/Temple+Vacation+June+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356995888051385714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SlffYKqH9XI/AAAAAAAAAhk/EBO3hVQcvfk/s400/Temple+Vacation+June+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day while I was in the temple, Ryan and the kids got to watch Testaments.  The kids really enjoyed it.  After the movie they went out and were looking at the statue of Christ.  Creed walked up and lifter himself up so he could see the Saviors feet.  He stayed there for a long time and then felt them.  Ryan had to ask him to get down but when he did he said that he could see the holes in the Saviors feet from when he was crucified.  It was such a sweet moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356996691987604610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SlfgG9jdJII/AAAAAAAAAhs/aJh8Dxc4tQg/s400/Temple+Vacation+June+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back things went strait back to normal.  One day we were eating a salad for lunch and Easton was telling us how much he hates spinach.  We told him about Popeye and how strong he is because he ate spinach.  Easton grabbed the bag and started chomping.  When he was done he flexed for us and asked if he was stronger.  Of course we all shouted exclamations of awe at his huge muscles.  Now he wont miss a chance to eat spinach.  Who would have thought it would be so easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356997680849013426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SlfhAhWYyrI/AAAAAAAAAh0/M6P-EyHFetM/s400/Spinach+kids+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                           Before. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356997923576692562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SlfhOplLP1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/0u8FLWiJ0UM/s400/Spinach+kids+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356998186811981442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Slfhd-NW_oI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Fo0pUjNW_wM/s400/Spinach+kids+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey see, monkey do!  All our kids are Popeye strong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356998827412379746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SlfiDQoZWGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Om0Sp0hbnzM/s400/Spinach+kids+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Button sent the kids some valentine things and we just found some of the stickers that we were saving for a rainy day.  This is how Creed plays with stickers, he gave himself "robot legs."  This is why we usually don't let the kids have them all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356999684880762354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Slfi1K8yhfI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Bu4uepnaH9Y/s400/cake+eater+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids does it take to build a tower?  They were so proud of this that they are sure they broke a record with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SlfjLgAHGuI/AAAAAAAAAic/LibpLrIkBlg/s1600-h/cake+eater+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357000068488960738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SlfjLgAHGuI/AAAAAAAAAic/LibpLrIkBlg/s400/cake+eater+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Beckhams first take of cake.  It took him a while but finally he got into it.  We really are easing up on the kids, they usually don't have a taste of cake until their first birthday.  Oh how we spoil the youngest!  &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/8534270104535966331-2911414725039720370?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2911414725039720370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=2911414725039720370' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2911414725039720370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/2911414725039720370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-adventures.html' title='Summer Adventures'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SlffDHxh6MI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9BGJ-MDczEs/s72-c/Temple+Vacation+June+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1598208144142164929</id><published>2009-06-14T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:50:58.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting!</title><content type='html'>One good thing about the crazy humidity here in Pittsburgh is we get occasional summer showers.  Sometimes they are pretty impressive too.  On one such day we let the kids out for a rain dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347359908400908466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SjWjgVJmyLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3vqepC0_d5w/s400/rainy+day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They quickly found the sidewalk chalk and proceeded to paint themselves with pink chalk/paint so they looked like warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347357963136285346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SjWhvGeYOqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ki_14AtRrK4/s400/rainy+day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they gave us their most fearsome kung fu poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SjWj2D3HgmI/AAAAAAAAAhU/msL-Pvq8OIU/s1600-h/viper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360281717080674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SjWj2D3HgmI/AAAAAAAAAhU/msL-Pvq8OIU/s400/viper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Viper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SjWjsOFyXEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ZShBC2pV0pc/s1600-h/tia+lung.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360112664271938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SjWjsOFyXEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ZShBC2pV0pc/s400/tia+lung.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie Lung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SjWjmQIHvzI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5PaTYC2Zw2w/s1600-h/tigress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360010131717938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SjWjmQIHvzI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5PaTYC2Zw2w/s400/tigress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Tigress!  (Yes, Creed is aware that Tigress is a girl but still refuses to be anyone else.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are asking yourself where our children learned such accurate kung fu positions you can look to their grandparents.  So thank you Papa and Grandma Kim for the violence that has &lt;div&gt;filled our home since your visit.  We will forever look to Kung Fu Panda and the lessons it has taught our children!  Like this one. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan - "Easton, will you teach me kung fu so I can do it like you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easton - "I cannot teach a peach"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berni - "Creed, if the 64 piece puzzle is too hard for you, you can get a 25 piece one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed - "But a true warrior never quits!" &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/8534270104535966331-1598208144142164929?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1598208144142164929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1598208144142164929' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1598208144142164929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1598208144142164929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/everybody-was-kung-fu-fighting.html' title='Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting!'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SjWjgVJmyLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3vqepC0_d5w/s72-c/rainy+day+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-40235096502616702</id><published>2009-05-30T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:11:04.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Portrait</title><content type='html'>Hello and yes we are alive!  Time for some more pictures.  Papa and Grandma Kim paid us a visit in May and took some great pictures including a family photo.  Here are some of them. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFPX5C3NAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/mLPLO_kdXpk/s1600-h/Family+Photos+319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341637904906531842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFPX5C3NAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/mLPLO_kdXpk/s400/Family+Photos+319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, this obviously isn't a family photo but it's my favorite that papa took!  I need to send it into a Parenting Magazine photo contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFO0qtXKWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cUm1xzXo0UY/s1600-h/Family+Photos+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341637299762833762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFO0qtXKWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cUm1xzXo0UY/s400/Family+Photos+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got some good ones of the kids amazingly enough.  Man! Kids and formal pictures just don't go together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFOJWloOHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/84G0IEo7kME/s1600-h/Family+Photos+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341636555627313266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFOJWloOHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/84G0IEo7kME/s400/Family+Photos+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our angel Beckham who's now almost ten months old!  He was the most cooperative one for the pictures I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFNbn_Fd8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/pylEUmGGRjM/s1600-h/Family+Photos+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341635770023507906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFNbn_Fd8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/pylEUmGGRjM/s400/Family+Photos+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed wasn't too excited about sitting on this thing.  He was freaking out actually, I'm surprised we got a smile out of him.  Ryan is hiding behind the piller holding his pants so he won't fall, that's the only way we could get Creed up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFM8Ol715I/AAAAAAAAAgM/pWZ5vWRs2Bg/s1600-h/Family+Photos+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341635230631188370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFM8Ol715I/AAAAAAAAAgM/pWZ5vWRs2Bg/s400/Family+Photos+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker wanted to be in every picture but getting a genuine smile out of her was another thing.  This is at least a natural expression if not a real smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFMaERZBGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9-hSkRYebT0/s1600-h/Family+Photos+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341634643745113186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFMaERZBGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9-hSkRYebT0/s400/Family+Photos+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, one of my favorite pictures!  You can't see her face but I can just see this in black and white as a poster somewhere.  Thank you papa for the great pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFLygtxaSI/AAAAAAAAAf8/oFlEN_aiz6I/s1600-h/kidportrait.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341633964185577762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFLygtxaSI/AAAAAAAAAf8/oFlEN_aiz6I/s400/kidportrait.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was scary having Makay holding Beckham.  Ryan and I were both standing by ready to grab him if he started to slip.  Luckily this one we were far enough out of the picture that I could crop us out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFK5IBBBSI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JMcMrYClHis/s1600-h/Family+Photos+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632978302862626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFK5IBBBSI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JMcMrYClHis/s400/Family+Photos+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our new official family portrait.  If any grandparents want this just let us know and we can e-mail it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a picnic at the park with the boys head start class.  It was a really cool park with great toys to play on.  Ryan and the boys found this up in one of the towers.  Ryan lifted them up so they could see the baby birds.  They couldn't stop talking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFKVVjRd6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/OicJ5Du_0Gk/s1600-h/head+start+picnic+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632363460917154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFKVVjRd6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/OicJ5Du_0Gk/s400/head+start+picnic+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had to hold the camera up over his head to get this shot.  It took him a couple tries before he actually got the birds in the photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFKJH_lmrI/AAAAAAAAAfk/66anZgdTFCU/s1600-h/head+start+picnic+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632153663150770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFKJH_lmrI/AAAAAAAAAfk/66anZgdTFCU/s400/head+start+picnic+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easton found the scooper and wouldn't let that thing go until it was time to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFJ5UxuAoI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ape1mV6KpzI/s1600-h/head+start+picnic+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341631882216735362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFJ5UxuAoI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ape1mV6KpzI/s400/head+start+picnic+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makay fit in just fine with all the other kids.  It was a hot day so she wore her pioneer bonnet, thanks Grandma Veteto!!  She looked so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of Parkers friends at her school have beads in their hair (and also happen to be black).  She kept asking me if she could have beads and I told her that it's harder for us to do because our hair is different.  She slumped over in her chair and said so genuinely, "I wish I was black" that I had to try for her.  I asked some of the moms from the bus stop and they told me how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFJngXz2zI/AAAAAAAAAfU/TaSSUavXJXg/s1600-h/beaded+hair+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341631576091646770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFJngXz2zI/AAAAAAAAAfU/TaSSUavXJXg/s400/beaded+hair+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experimented on Makay first because if it was really bad then we just wouldn't have left the house.  Makay loved them!  She wouldn't stop turning her head from side to side to hear them click together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFJS2Gcn8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/QlyrWYDBQFY/s1600-h/beaded+hair+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341631221147148226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFJS2Gcn8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/QlyrWYDBQFY/s400/beaded+hair+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while to do.  I was amazed that she sat still for it.  It took so much work that we left it in for three days.  Sadly I forgot to take pictures of Parker while she had them in.  Next time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have found a new passion in my life.  Which probably has contributed to why the blog has been ignored, sorry!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's beading!  And I love it!!  Here is some of what I have been doing. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFIjKmnb_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/3Iah5C8wnZs/s1600-h/princecharmingnecklace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341630402017062898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFIjKmnb_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/3Iah5C8wnZs/s400/princecharmingnecklace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is called "Prince Charming,"  I love that little frog.  As you can see I'm not real great at it or professional but it is so fun to be creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFH_h9x0bI/AAAAAAAAAe8/90WQ9QJuvPM/s1600-h/bluepearlbracl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341629789812937138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFH_h9x0bI/AAAAAAAAAe8/90WQ9QJuvPM/s400/bluepearlbracl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bracelet that I did that I love to wear.  I've made so much jewelry that I can't really wear it all.  My mom has talked me into trying to sell some of it on Etsy.com.  At least if I sold some I would have an excuse to make more and not just have it pile up in my craft room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFH4GgaqHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/jmIanfDfnGM/s1600-h/sunshinenecklaceearings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341629662182942834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFH4GgaqHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/jmIanfDfnGM/s400/sunshinenecklaceearings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to they can see my shop on etsy at 5kidshappy.etsy.com  It's such a fun website that I spend more time looking at stuff then actually posting my own jewelry.  But I'll look for any excuse to make stuff so if anyone needs anything let me know and I'll do it at cost.  I love this stuff!&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;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&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/8534270104535966331-40235096502616702?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/40235096502616702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=40235096502616702' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/40235096502616702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/40235096502616702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-portrait.html' title='Family Portrait'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SiFPX5C3NAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/mLPLO_kdXpk/s72-c/Family+Photos+319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-8133823229276317597</id><published>2009-04-17T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:45:30.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Button Archives Part 2</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to organize all of our pictures and here are some that I don't think you have ever seen. I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair dos; some good, some bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325714631694454290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sei9PZ0_jhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/677k4BM1exc/s400/sledding+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Parker loves getting her hair dyed but as you can tell, a professional did not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325691404164098738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeioHYiNarI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QZ8VyXnwZus/s400/easter+dress+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Easter do, we got inspiration from some Easter baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325690532698509058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeinUqEnzwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QC4Vq65qb3U/s400/pics+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easton trying to fit in with his Papas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325691146916874498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sein4aNsSQI/AAAAAAAAAao/XnEjZ_bXJUA/s400/weird+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701228238435330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeixDOEDdAI/AAAAAAAAAco/ag1jWXvi2tk/s400/kids+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some of Dad's bath time fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some &lt;em&gt;attempts&lt;/em&gt; at nice kid pictures. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Seiui9YR52I/AAAAAAAAAcg/1LOQeiF9eKE/s1600-h/swimming+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325698474980796258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Seiui9YR52I/AAAAAAAAAcg/1LOQeiF9eKE/s400/swimming+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the closest we got to having everyone smiling and looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeiuC805JOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/lMaANR7UkUc/s1600-h/swimming+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325697925076559074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeiuC805JOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/lMaANR7UkUc/s400/swimming+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea how this one turned out so nice but I love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325704837587658706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sei0VT7959I/AAAAAAAAAcw/ziA7gE315Ng/s400/fall+pics+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I admire any photographer that can do a group photo with children in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you have heard this story. Some thought we were exaggerating about the disaster and the number of Jell-O and pudding packets that were emptied on our carpet. Here is the proof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeitzA1br2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hkoWO9jfKmg/s1600-h/sneeks+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325697651274657634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeitzA1br2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hkoWO9jfKmg/s400/sneeks+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the floor around the pantry door, the source of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeitnOly0WI/AAAAAAAAAcI/h8jRCngJ7rk/s1600-h/sneeks+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325697448808730978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeitnOly0WI/AAAAAAAAAcI/h8jRCngJ7rk/s400/sneeks+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Try counting the number of empty bags on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeitPXZM3iI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5FoYg920jAM/s1600-h/sneeks+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325697038854970914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeitPXZM3iI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5FoYg920jAM/s400/sneeks+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some more bags to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325706549294543874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sei148isNAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/y-1f_OEI9XU/s400/sneeks+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The kids wanted to make an indoor sand box that also tasted good. It included various flavors of Jell-O, chocolate, vanilla and cheese cake pudding and two containers of raspberry lemonade powder! Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325697214559868274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeitZl8g1XI/AAAAAAAAAcA/XQEIV02mKdY/s400/sneeks+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Did we adopt a street urchin? No, this is Creed. Apparently someone emptied a packet of chocolate pudding on his head (or maybe he just rolled around on the ground).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing that all our children are still alive after that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few more minor messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325695899084779154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeisNBaz7pI/AAAAAAAAAbo/v8ZBICaZhwE/s400/pics+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Powder donuts are wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713343005738514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sei8EZFqRhI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3S14U0twNP0/s400/Veteto+Fam+Reunion+%2707+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Creeds scared because he got caught playing with mommies favorite lipstick. It's a good shade on him though, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325711280585491826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sei6MV-WxXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yobi3-a_tNk/s400/edible+playdough+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Messes come standard with edible play-dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more cute ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Seise3SjGJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sJ0C8xPfDTk/s1600-h/2007+pictures+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325696205603412114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Seise3SjGJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sJ0C8xPfDTk/s400/2007+pictures+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's Makay with Grandma Button and Gigi. Look at the line of blue eyes, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Seip2si_CpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0FhyXXUHjsM/s1600-h/IM000059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325693316501539474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Seip2si_CpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0FhyXXUHjsM/s400/IM000059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creed trying to be a gangsta'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeipvCWycII/AAAAAAAAAbI/u1LFK_R9kK4/s1600-h/IM000105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325693184917008514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeipvCWycII/AAAAAAAAAbI/u1LFK_R9kK4/s400/IM000105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This super hero doesn't hide his alter ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeioU1UtPbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XTetcu_W0Cw/s1600-h/IM000045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325691635230391730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeioU1UtPbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XTetcu_W0Cw/s400/IM000045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our three stooges picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeinqtggJJI/AAAAAAAAAag/4Mz9OR4RgkY/s1600-h/IM000358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325690911577875602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeinqtggJJI/AAAAAAAAAag/4Mz9OR4RgkY/s400/IM000358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker just being silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeimsK8fQPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qrtlE3TNgMo/s1600-h/weird+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689837148127474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SeimsK8fQPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qrtlE3TNgMo/s400/weird+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strangely enough this picture describes Makay very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Parker is not a forgotten child.  We just didn't have a digital camera when she was a baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8534270104535966331-8133823229276317597?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8133823229276317597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=8133823229276317597' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8133823229276317597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8133823229276317597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/button-archives.html' title='Button Archives Part 2'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Sei9PZ0_jhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/677k4BM1exc/s72-c/sledding+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-927336725952988152</id><published>2009-03-29T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:49:41.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Button Archives</title><content type='html'>I was looking through our pictures the other day and found some pictures that you all might like. Here are some of them. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318778357257349218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAYvF9cKGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KE-9W_jr-xw/s400/stick+pull+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easton with Grandma Veteto doing the dishes. How picture perfect can you get?&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318779539387044690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAZz5vH01I/AAAAAAAAAY4/wwHeQvJ4F0I/s400/new+house+etc+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makay loves to have the spot light. One night at dinner she got a laugh out of the kids and just kept going with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318778750680617954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAZF_k20-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Rz1lnbfwyJs/s400/kids+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day while Ryan and my mom where driving the kids to the zoo, they heard a loud bang like something hit our car. They pulled over and looked but couldn't find any dents or evidence of damage. After that we heard a noise when our wheels would rotate, we checked them several times but never saw anything unusual. Then, two weeks after the bang, we were getting gas and spotted this. The wheels were rolled just right so we could see that we were driving on a huge hazard. Can you believe two weeks on a tire like that!?! The Lord was watching over us on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318777859086861458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAYSGIVxJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/yjxQBjOujDU/s400/kids+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Makays wounded hand when she got her finger slammed in the door. We thought about taking a picture of it before she got the stitches but that seemed a little gory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318764762600051586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAMXx6kE4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/aoMv4DYtlFI/s400/kids+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see her bloody shirt though. The accident happened at about 4pm. This picture was taken at 10pm after the docters fixed her up. She was at the hospital with a bloody shirt and no pants for six hours. Thank goodness she melted everyones heart with her eyes.&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;Can you guess which button baby is which?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAeVFmTeHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sNUKjHzLNMA/s1600-h/IM000680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318784507553478770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAeVFmTeHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sNUKjHzLNMA/s400/IM000680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAdwHfja6I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1vs7343YicI/s1600-h/Schenley+Park+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318783872406875042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAdwHfja6I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1vs7343YicI/s400/Schenley+Park+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAcm88mZNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/oHlfoPBFuVs/s1600-h/IM000127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318782615445464274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAcm88mZNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/oHlfoPBFuVs/s400/IM000127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318791593078839698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAkxhPMWZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1eeRXJs_Xxw/s400/mak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/8534270104535966331-927336725952988152?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/927336725952988152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=927336725952988152' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/927336725952988152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/927336725952988152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/button-archives.html' title='Button Archives'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SdAYvF9cKGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KE-9W_jr-xw/s72-c/stick+pull+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-8973854210961783612</id><published>2009-03-23T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:21:29.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Outings</title><content type='html'>Spring has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; been in the air so one Saturday we took advantage of the nice weather and ventured to the Pittsburgh Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316562958915586098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg518ApyDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CAaNxfKuNsQ/s400/DC+trip+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of our time in the play area with no animals in sight. But the kids had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316563933630202418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg6urGugjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZG32SuIjmF0/s400/DC+trip+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; insisted on being a big kid and climb the net. Here she is holding on for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316563705978212834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg6hbCQ0eI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Y3FRdw3Efp4/s400/DC+trip+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only had two slides open for about 45 kids, it was really crowded. That didn't bother the kids though, I couldn't have counted the number of times they went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316563275383106962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg6IW8Y7ZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/r-IdXfWK6IM/s400/DC+trip+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got more and more creative the longer we were there too. They went down head first, on their backs, feet first on their tummies and the big hit. . . in a train! They all held hands and went down together. One boy, about 7 or 8 thought they were having so much fun he asked to join them so for a while there was a train of 5 going down the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316564248400666978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg7A_t2oWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3yvBL4RJ61s/s400/DC+trip+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316565198018889650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg74RUex7I/AAAAAAAAAXo/ijyZU4zKC1I/s400/DC+trip+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did end up seeing some animals. . . sheep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; couldn't keep her hands off them. She thought they really needed her tender loving care so she sang to them and treated them like one of her baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dolls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg8O76dRCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZasprbvTlb8/s1600-h/DC+trip+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316565587409585186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg8O76dRCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZasprbvTlb8/s400/DC+trip+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids also got to ride the Turtle Cars, they were pretty cool little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg7pc1BTXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/n226zYkn2Gc/s1600-h/DC+trip+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316564943410122098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg7pc1BTXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/n226zYkn2Gc/s400/DC+trip+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you tell this picture was taken near the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg7cqWKMUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lLU9jbNWegQ/s1600-h/DC+trip+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316564723700478274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg7cqWKMUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lLU9jbNWegQ/s400/DC+trip+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; about to pounce on Creed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D.C. Temple Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg5iwIzDTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w5bhq49FLn0/s1600-h/DC+trip+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316562629311008050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg5iwIzDTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w5bhq49FLn0/s400/DC+trip+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been 10 months since Ryan and I had been to the temple! We took advantage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ryan's&lt;/span&gt; spring break and headed south. We stayed two night in a "cabin" (hotel) that had a swimming pool. The kids loved it but I have no idea why they called it a cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316561257203416626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg4S4o2vjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/vRzn21ajjuI/s400/DC+trip+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The temple really is beautiful! I went to a session during the day while Ryan and the kids played in the "forest of darkness" near by. Ryan went to a session that night while I had the kids at the hotel. It was so nice to go to the temple, I miss having one close! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the kids adventures in the forest of darkness...&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg5FYDOZhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MACq40PZJ-8/s1600-h/DC+trip+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316562124628977170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg5FYDOZhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MACq40PZJ-8/s400/DC+trip+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously something very painful has taken hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg41MBnqKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DeGmMhS1CuA/s1600-h/DC+trip+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316561846523111586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg41MBnqKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DeGmMhS1CuA/s400/DC+trip+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge to freedom and safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg4hBzucFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XTtcdcjclvw/s1600-h/DC+trip+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316561500183097426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg4hBzucFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XTtcdcjclvw/s400/DC+trip+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrors inside the forest of darkness&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;&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/8534270104535966331-8973854210961783612?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8973854210961783612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=8973854210961783612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8973854210961783612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/8973854210961783612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-outings.html' title='Our Outings'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/Scg518ApyDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CAaNxfKuNsQ/s72-c/DC+trip+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-775718773583223101</id><published>2009-02-16T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:54:35.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easton's Birthday Bash. . . and more</title><content type='html'>Hello there fans of the Button Bunch. Thank you for coming to see what has been happening in our lives. I hope we don't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been asked if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; is still alive. How rude! Of course he's alive and here's proof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303491881829788738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnJxHWh7EI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BP-TVQBfCcQ/s400/Eastons+birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only is he alive, he's happy. . . see? If you look closely you can see his first two teeth too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnO1QKjQhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xao-JU_y8cE/s1600-h/Eastons+birthday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303497450473079314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnO1QKjQhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xao-JU_y8cE/s400/Eastons+birthday+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Steelers Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Of course the whole world knows that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; won the super bowl. I must say that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt; fans! On super bowl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; we had a member bring his "terrible towel" to church and sing the fight song in Elders &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quorum&lt;/span&gt;. I think that's something that would only be considered normal in Pittsburgh though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in honor of our team (and because all school classes were having a "black and gold" party) we made cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303501455636338418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnSeYj4lvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WzSkqZOqK6o/s400/Eastons+birthday+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each kid got their own color of frosting and some cookies to frost and decorate. &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303492839166806978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnKo1tdi8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/C_wNVbHLMGY/s400/Eastons+birthday+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;concept&lt;/span&gt; down, I was very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303493181653126402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnK8xkkDQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7aWpd2BrGio/s400/Eastons+birthday+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; a test of my patients to watch them eat all the frosting, wipe their nose and then lick frosting off their fingers and then pick up their cookies to frost. It's all for the sake of memories right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303493625420927602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnLWmvDUnI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GIjSwbjsHTE/s400/Eastons+birthday+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the end the kids had cookies with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heaps&lt;/span&gt; of sprinkles so high you couldn't move them for fear of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;avalanche&lt;/span&gt;. Parker was rather upset that she had to take the cookies that I frosted and decorated to her class party instead of hers. What can I say, I'm a party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday Bash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we recovered from the Super Bowl it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Eastons&lt;/span&gt; Birthday! My first man-child is 5!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303492195823682514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnKDZEgg9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qzjL4oKqLzk/s400/Eastons+birthday+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted a Wall-E cake so we got inventive.&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303492466554452738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnKTJnwOwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nLD2SbAduUM/s400/Eastons+birthday+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I had more fun making it than anything. The cubes of trash that Wall-E makes are slices of Snicker bars. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;drastically&lt;/span&gt; over estimated the amount of Snickers bars it would take to decorate the cake so we had enough extra for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; to pass some out to his class and Ryan to pass some out to his class AND some for the Elders AND some left over for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ryan's&lt;/span&gt; lunches. HELLO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303494447228557874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnMGcNQmjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PnF-UOYUVW8/s400/Eastons+birthday+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; loved his presents so thanks again to all the grandmas and great grandmas (and the grandpas who paid for them ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303495192143079250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnMxzOuJ1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/uYpzPQmJFC4/s400/Eastons+birthday+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a boys birthday complete without a super hero and a little action? It was too cold outside so we did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pinata&lt;/span&gt; in the basement (and we couldn't find rope so we hung him with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;extension&lt;/span&gt; cord).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303495626694332370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnNLGD0D9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yhLCbfj-ttA/s400/Eastons+birthday+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kind of scary how much Creed got into it.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303495867445723794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnNZG7awpI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QatUbZ5F8WY/s400/Eastons+birthday+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parker broke the tie that we hung him by so she beat him on the ground, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cheater&lt;/span&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303496614722855010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnOEmwK4GI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yvScpgcS4Y4/s400/Eastons+birthday+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; didn't really get what was going on but after a while we got her to join in.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnORL2aLZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1fDbfE1FQvI/s1600-h/Eastons+birthday+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303496830839565714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnORL2aLZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1fDbfE1FQvI/s400/Eastons+birthday+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever read the short story called "The Lottery"? Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he was beat on the floor Ryan tied the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;extension&lt;/span&gt; cord around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Spideys&lt;/span&gt; neck and the boys finished the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303497110364946578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnOhdKdAJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/R_k5upLsYW0/s400/Eastons+birthday+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our children basking in the carnage of our super hero. What kind of sick traditions do we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;embrace&lt;/span&gt;? When all was said and done Creed was still feeling the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; and kept yelling, "Let's smack him again!" It was a great birthday!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-775718773583223101?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/775718773583223101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=775718773583223101' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/775718773583223101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/775718773583223101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-there-fans-of-button-bunch.html' title='Easton&apos;s Birthday Bash. . . and more'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SZnJxHWh7EI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BP-TVQBfCcQ/s72-c/Eastons+birthday+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-3023540671040871519</id><published>2009-01-30T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:54:27.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crime Has Been Committed</title><content type='html'>Scene of the crime: Boys' Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapon used to commit crime: Wooden Hammer from Santa Clause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime committed: Smashing hole in bedroom window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal: Easton Jace Button plead guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SYNlbgC2SQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YBwiKushlRA/s1600-h/sledding+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297189109850589442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SYNlbgC2SQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YBwiKushlRA/s400/sledding+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, the things that happen behind closed doors! This is a "quiet time" happening. I was down stairs and I heard Easton run out of his room crying. He stood at the top of the stairs and said, "Mom, I broke the window." How can you get mad when he strait up tells you the truth. This boy is the king of blame, lying and half truths. He stood their crying and told me that he pounded hard on the window with his toy and then it broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SYNlKImnBSI/AAAAAAAAASw/Nr8n6yXuMFE/s1600-h/sledding+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297188811500356898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SYNlKImnBSI/AAAAAAAAASw/Nr8n6yXuMFE/s400/sledding+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He even posed for a picture for me. How can I be mad at that. My Easton teddy bear drives me crazy some times but this time, all I could do was hug him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't until later that we got the bill of $45 for his little Handy Manny role play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8534270104535966331-3023540671040871519?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3023540671040871519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=3023540671040871519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3023540671040871519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/3023540671040871519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/crime-has-been-committed.html' title='A Crime Has Been Committed'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SYNlbgC2SQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YBwiKushlRA/s72-c/sledding+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-5457812712520840967</id><published>2009-01-21T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:01:18.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice and Glasses</title><content type='html'>We have a sun room off the back of our kitchen.  At least that is what it is called during the summer.  This winter it has earned a new name, "the ice box."  Why would we call it that you ask.  Because the temperature during the day is roughly 32 degrees.  So if you wonder why our blog has been slow moving or I'm not answering e-mails it's because our computer is living in the ice box.  I put on a coat when I do venture in here but my fingers still go numb pretty quickly.  On the bright side, not many people have a walk in fridge in their house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the news.  Berni got glasses!  Apparently I have been far sighted or quite some time, who knew.  The Doctor said it's hard to diagnose because I can still see fine, it's just that my eyes are doing a lot more work then they are supposed to.  I put my glasses on for the fist time and about fell over.  They are really taking some getting used to.  My depth perception is wacko and I can't move my head around too much without getting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt;.  Glasses stink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SXd8fRskXRI/AAAAAAAAASo/Raugla3eme0/s1600-h/Berni%27s+glasses+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293836763765431570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SXd8fRskXRI/AAAAAAAAASo/Raugla3eme0/s400/Berni%27s+glasses+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you wonder why I'm bundled up in the house with a coat and scarf that's because this picture was taken in the ice box.  So these are the glasses, tell me what you think.  I think I'm getting frost bite on my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SXd7lWtf82I/AAAAAAAAASg/5mB7MMFZCP0/s1600-h/Berni%27s+glasses+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8534270104535966331-5457812712520840967?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5457812712520840967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=5457812712520840967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5457812712520840967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/5457812712520840967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-and-glasses.html' title='Ice and Glasses'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SXd8fRskXRI/AAAAAAAAASo/Raugla3eme0/s72-c/Berni%27s+glasses+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-6520277506584898261</id><published>2009-01-10T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:41:55.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>Things have quieted down since everyone has gone back to school.  Nothing new has happened but here are a few more pictures from the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289719193729467058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWjblJ_PgrI/AAAAAAAAASY/XxcbPZb8ifE/s400/Turkey+and+Indians+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Parker and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; are giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; a ride in his walker.  It's kind of funny because his feet don't actually reach the floor yet.  The boys like to give him rides too but they tend to race with him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; isn't ready for that kind of speed yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWja4XgZ0OI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cCXwGcv0eDs/s1600-h/christmas+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289718424264102114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWja4XgZ0OI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cCXwGcv0eDs/s400/christmas+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maykay&lt;/span&gt; and Creed can be best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;buddy's&lt;/span&gt; when they want to be.  It looks like she has a crazed look in her eye and is going to attack him while he is running for dear life but they are actually having races in the front room and having a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWjarBvjFRI/AAAAAAAAASI/iX8P9E0op_c/s1600-h/christmas+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289718195083744530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWjarBvjFRI/AAAAAAAAASI/iX8P9E0op_c/s400/christmas+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are all the kids the day after Christmas.  Parker has started insisting on doing her own hair.  I only give in on days that she doesn't go to school, do you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWjaVLFW5FI/AAAAAAAAASA/-FKAVNfHMF0/s1600-h/christmas+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289717819634017362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWjaVLFW5FI/AAAAAAAAASA/-FKAVNfHMF0/s400/christmas+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beckhams'&lt;/span&gt; Christmas outfit that he got from Grandma Button.  He's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stinkin'&lt;/span&gt; cute in it that we just had to take a picture.  If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; is out of my hands then the kids are swarming so it's hard to get a picture of just him while all the others are awake.&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/8534270104535966331-6520277506584898261?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6520277506584898261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=6520277506584898261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6520277506584898261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/6520277506584898261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWjblJ_PgrI/AAAAAAAAASY/XxcbPZb8ifE/s72-c/Turkey+and+Indians+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1728646359641792645</id><published>2009-01-04T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:47:45.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Year Recap</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or is November and December put on fast forward? Here's a quick recap. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287598520248448690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWFS1tpKNrI/AAAAAAAAARY/7N2RO5aRgck/s400/Turkey+and+Indians+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had five little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt; running around our house on Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287598920660541618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWFTNBS14LI/AAAAAAAAARg/4TZHvE_2XZs/s400/Turkey+and+Indians+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reason we all got tattoos to celebrate our day of thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doug and Kim Button came to visit us on December 11 for a long weekend. It was wonderful to see them and for them to finally meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt;. They were here for the celebration on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Makays&lt;/span&gt; party as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287599640410307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWFT26kjuxI/AAAAAAAAARw/c84G8fQeGDo/s400/Turkey+and+Indians+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makays&lt;/span&gt; birthday was on December 16, she blew out her two candles like a pro. (I think Elder Martinez secretly helped.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan had three weeks off of school for the holidays and it was wonderful. He got all A's last semester and is well rested and ready to go for next semester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287599211504999250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWFTd8xkG1I/AAAAAAAAARo/ncKz_VkptDk/s400/christmas+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We acted out the nativity on Christmas Eve for the first time. We did the two minute version and still had some issues but overall it went well. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cousin&lt;/span&gt; "it" on the left is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; as a shepherd in case you were wondering.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287600181490089970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWFUWaQB__I/AAAAAAAAAR4/UnvVw9OgIg4/s400/christmas+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For New Years Eve we had a party with the kids. Parker made mini pizzas for dinner, Creed made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nacho&lt;/span&gt; cheese dip that only he could stomach and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; made an Oreo cookie dessert. After dinner we played a game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;charades&lt;/span&gt; and the kids were off to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-1728646359641792645?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1728646359641792645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1728646359641792645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1728646359641792645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1728646359641792645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-year-recap.html' title='End of Year Recap'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SWFS1tpKNrI/AAAAAAAAARY/7N2RO5aRgck/s72-c/Turkey+and+Indians+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-4948914634275456727</id><published>2008-11-25T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:52:40.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Kinds of Vampires</title><content type='html'>Vampires every where!  These are the vampires I love most of all, besides Edward of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272757469314442914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SSyY-2lGZqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CvHPNZ8TqFM/s400/Halloween+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a parade of vampires, it was so much fun.  Parker and Makay really fit the part too, can't you tell?  I played down the makeup on the kids for the ward party but some of the other kids still said they were scary.  I noticed that ours was the only family that had anything remotely scary.  Everyone else were fairies, monkeys and traffic lights.  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272757776794732738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SSyZQwCHSMI/AAAAAAAAARA/vHxuoe6Xj_s/s400/Halloween+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's me, the scary mom.  Not many adults dressed up at our ward party. . . lame!  My friend told me that if she didn't know me I could totally pull off this look.  I don't think that's a compliment, or maybe my makeup was sooo good that it convinced her.  Either way the Bishop didn't know what to say to me, it probably didn't help that he doesn't know me that well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272758140547137506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SSyZl7Hcf-I/AAAAAAAAARI/thWJhjVdEFg/s400/Halloween+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our ency, weensy spider.  Too cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272758609748278802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SSyaBPBtvhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SIOuAaXfq7g/s400/random+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Terrible picture, I know, but it was the only one we took.  I go to book club with a few of the ladies in the ward and one of the books we read was Twilight.  We decided to go to the midnight showing on the 21st.  It was a ton of fun!&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/8534270104535966331-4948914634275456727?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4948914634275456727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=4948914634275456727' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4948914634275456727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/4948914634275456727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-kinds-of-vampires.html' title='All Kinds of Vampires'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SSyY-2lGZqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CvHPNZ8TqFM/s72-c/Halloween+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-1481631031181787936</id><published>2008-11-16T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:06:39.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case of an Emergency . . .</title><content type='html'>Most of my time is spent at home with my five children who are six and under.  One day I was pondering the possible outcomes if something was to happen to me.  Do my kids know what to do in the event of an emergency? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner I asked them.  "Parker, what do you do if mommy falls down and won't wake up?"&lt;br /&gt;Parker - "Get out of the house as fast as you can!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's definitely on a "save yourself" mode.  I was hoping Eastons answer would be better.  "Easton, what do you do if mommy gets hurt and you can't wake her up?"&lt;br /&gt;Easton - "Stop, drop and roll!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I know what our next Family Home Evening lesson should be about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-1481631031181787936?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1481631031181787936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=1481631031181787936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1481631031181787936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/1481631031181787936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-case-of-emergency.html' title='In Case of an Emergency . . .'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-7755451179687982644</id><published>2008-10-23T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:20:47.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Being inspired by the talented people around me, I tried my hand at a little photography. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt;! I think I need an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;assistant&lt;/span&gt; next time. Thank goodness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; was cool with hanging out in his stroller for a couple hours. Here's what my efforts turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260530774303101522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQEo3iRY0lI/AAAAAAAAALE/owbOV0jrRlU/s200/fall+pics+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260531271607968690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQEpUe4G47I/AAAAAAAAALM/_KgMT139E00/s200/fall+pics+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked Creed to lay in the leaves and this was the pose he gave me. I think we have a male model on our hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260535664311417250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQEtUK-OOaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DxkQgyIJXZU/s200/fall+pics+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the coolest wall!  I got to meet one of my neighbors when I asked him if I could take pictures of my kids by his front yard fence.  It was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; but he was nice enough about the crazy lady and all her kids taking pictures in his front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260532352289956434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQEqTYuxYlI/AAAAAAAAALk/yslk6NKxejU/s200/fall+pics+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260532060245655810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQEqCYx_AQI/AAAAAAAAALc/uxvvwnrpF30/s200/fall+pics+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They sure do look like they get along don't they.  I would say it was my exceptional photography skills but really I think they are just good actors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260532658751223378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQEqlOY1NlI/AAAAAAAAALs/4Jsn0Cns1XQ/s200/fall+pics+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our little miss blue eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260532925617516674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQEq0witsII/AAAAAAAAAL0/EDh_gau4WWc/s200/fall+pics+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my absolute favorite picture!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So just in case you thought this was all fun and games, here is just a taste of our bloopers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260533220779643826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQErF8G2U7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/lX0ysVQZZbo/s200/fall+pics+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; has spotted a UFO!  No. . . there was a fly on my watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260533826123579154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQErpLMFvxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yMfDK9hcNKQ/s200/fall+pics+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oops, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makay&lt;/span&gt; fell and got a bloody hand.  At least this was a genuine expression.  She learned how to say "cheese" for the camera and most of her pictures came out looking very pained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260533523469737330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQErXjtynXI/AAAAAAAAAME/lRGwWPaLiyY/s200/fall+pics+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask to have at least one real smile for a picture with four people in it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-7755451179687982644?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7755451179687982644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=7755451179687982644' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7755451179687982644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7755451179687982644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SQEo3iRY0lI/AAAAAAAAALE/owbOV0jrRlU/s72-c/fall+pics+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-404221828963891705</id><published>2008-10-16T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:53:41.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Moment</title><content type='html'>Between the hours of 3 to 7 pm my house is chaos. Makay (who will be 2 in December) no longer takes naps, but really still needs them. By that time of day the boys are home and the stimulation that they bring just about sends her over the edge. Beckham is particular about being held, he doesn't really like much else. He can eat, sleep and poop being held and would prefer it that way.&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;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this information you can understand why my house is a disaster and the act of cooking is basically extinct. With all of this swirling around me, along with the joyful screams of four playing children I sat in our "papa chair" and was caught up in the beauty of a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257918523180109058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SPfhCggYzQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fNZHAxKAgaU/s200/momandbeck.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The miracle swept over me as I looked at my little boys' perfect face and acknowledged that not too long ago he was in the presence of our Father in Heaven. My body was designed to provide for him. He grew inside me and birth, though so incredibly painful, is a miracle. My body can still provide for his needs and when he sleeps in my arms it's like we fit together so perfectly, like we did when he was in my tummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is too much information for some and way too sappy for others. I get so caught up in the chaos of my life that I don't have beautiful moments like this one very often. Thank you Heavenly Father for letting me be a women that can have children. They are my joy and my trial. How can you know love until your a parent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-404221828963891705?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/404221828963891705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=404221828963891705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/404221828963891705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/404221828963891705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-moment.html' title='A Beautiful Moment'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SPfhCggYzQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fNZHAxKAgaU/s72-c/momandbeck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-7653706659108080459</id><published>2008-10-08T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:08:27.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrors in the Check-Out Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SO1xp_Y8a7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/V7ce67DoJcE/s1600-h/kids+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254981306415868850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SO1xp_Y8a7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/V7ce67DoJcE/s200/kids+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beckham, already learned in the ways of men by his brothers, doesn't like to shop. Therefore he protests. Crying is of course his only form of rebellion for now so that is what he does. He is very good at it too. Unless, by chance, he forgets his need to make a point and enjoys himself. He occasionally does this when the grocery cart is moving fast enough. But if I stop to compare prices or make sure I'm getting everything on my list, he quickly remembers that he is a man and must protest the shopping experience. The crying soon follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254982245271469826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SO1ygo5j_wI/AAAAAAAAAKU/60d8hkF4kTM/s200/kids+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makay, already learned in the ways of women by her sister, loves to shop. She is too young to be a proficient shopper. She is impulsive, a quality any professional shopper would look down on. She goes for the first thing that catches her eye and snatches it up. Another cardinal mistake is to shop without a budget. Luckily Makay has someone who is now very good at putting back on the shelves half the things that go into the cart right there with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SO1w_tVH9UI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OWkWNektBmY/s1600-h/kids+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254983279526249362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SO1zc1zHg5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GvAHheFN0cE/s200/kids+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I, being a women, should love to shop and think that one day I might enjoy it again (if I make it till then). For now, making it home safely and with food is an exhausting success. Take for instance the check-out line. The cart isn't moving so Beckham must protest and I have to stay in one place so Makay must try to go and find more things for me to buy. Just two days ago I was in this very situation. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254982867027643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SO1zE1HyStI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Y2i2rBQrUV0/s200/kids+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a cart heaped with food, over $250 worth! Beckham was screaming so I was rocking the cart back and forth, back and forth. People in Pittsburgh don't know what to do with kids in a grocery store let alone one that's crying, it really makes you feel the pressure. Makay was surprisingly staying close to my legs. While I was checking my watch I felt a bump on the cart. I look down to find Makay with a very red face clutching her right hand. I realized the silence was from the enormous intake of air to support the howl that followed. The ring finger that just four weeks ago received many stitches was red, wet and dripping. She had her hand on the floor, I clipped it with the cart wheel and popped open half of what was once "healing nicely". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next 15 minutes entailed both Beckham and Makay "protesting", Makay and me with bloody hands (mine from squeezing hers until the blood stopped flowing), a new cashier who didn't know what to do with my 4 WIC checks, me sweating profusely from holding Makay in one arm while loading my cart with bagged food, signing checks and trying to keep Beckhams pacifier in to stifle the sobs, and a man with makeup and a headband on running and getting band aids for us. So you see, when I say making it home safely and with food from the store is a success, I really mean it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254983783170580194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SO1z6KBSHuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LQFMDmKQDN0/s200/berni+wacko.bmp" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-7653706659108080459?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7653706659108080459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534270104535966331&amp;postID=7653706659108080459' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7653706659108080459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534270104535966331/posts/default/7653706659108080459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/horrors-in-check-out-line.html' title='Horrors in the Check-Out Line'/><author><name>ryan and berni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16897822001713844002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SO1xp_Y8a7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/V7ce67DoJcE/s72-c/kids+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534270104535966331.post-74285418578228914</id><published>2008-10-01T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:18:18.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SOQqS4EEpDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ob-vJNpzQyI/s1600-h/kids+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252369569196319794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwH7OB2Kuc4/SOQqS4EEpDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ob-vJNpzQyI/s320/kids+058.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; and Creed are in the same preschool class.&lt;br /&gt;This was their first day of school. We have had&lt;br /&gt;several comments about Creed, most of them&lt;br /&gt;from strangers, saying that they aren't sure&lt;br /&gt;which is bigger, him or his backpack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534270104535966331-74285418578228914?l=thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/74285418578228914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' typ
