<?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-7313842849350824294</id><updated>2012-02-01T06:00:12.100-08:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='Bristol'/><category term='homemaking'/><category term='Tytan'/><category term='gospel'/><category term='USU'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Nauvoo'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='SanFran'/><category term='Car accident'/><category term='tag'/><category term='winter'/><category term='ashley'/><category term='Jeffrey'/><category term='help'/><category term='religious'/><category term='Briistol'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='Boy'/><category term='summer'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='ty'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='huntin'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='football'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='featured'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='INDIA'/><category term='Logan'/><category term='before i die'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='photography'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='random'/><category term='Tim McGraw'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='music'/><category term='questions and answers'/><category term='fall'/><category term='activities'/><category term='Oakley'/><category term='Grand Canyon'/><category term='mission'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Boise'/><category term='trials'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Ruby'/><category term='Utah'/><category term='McCall'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='Book of Mormon'/><category term='house'/><category term='religeous'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='hats'/><category term='Memoir'/><category term='california'/><category term='Broncos'/><category term='health'/><category term='violin'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='TyRell'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Skunks'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Stevens</title><subtitle type='html'>TyRell~Steph~Bristol~Tytan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-386798693529197332</id><published>2012-02-01T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T06:00:12.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before i die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>One Of My Heroes</title><content type='html'>Have I talked about Jenny Oaks Baker before on my blog? She is one of the Nation's most accomplished&amp;nbsp;violinists. She is a graduate from&amp;nbsp;Julliard, and has played all across the United States. She plays the most beautiful music, and she is training her children to do the same. She is one of my heroes. Why? She is an accomplished violinist, a mom, and someone who shares the same faith that I do. And she functions! I am amazed at her talent, and so blessed that she has chosen the career path that she has. Words just can't express the feelings and emotions that come from her music. Even better, she has been nominated for a Grammy! AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_iY8iVgoos/TyiCY_ifZnI/AAAAAAAABb8/rE3mZmchc3s/s1600/jenny+oaks+baker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_iY8iVgoos/TyiCY_ifZnI/AAAAAAAABb8/rE3mZmchc3s/s1600/jenny+oaks+baker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My father met Her father, Elder Dallin H. Oaks at a Christmas dinner for his work. My dad told Him of my infatuation with Jenny, which led to great stories, and me e-mailing Jenny and her e-mailing me back! I couldn't believe it. I think I should probably print that one out. Anyway, she plays beautifully. One day I will hear her play live! I have a signed CD from her too. Isn't that just great? 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It's a tag. I love these. I think that they prove to be relaxing, and slow things down a little bit. Not that I am good at doing them, but I love reading what others write down! Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.jakennardfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Molengo; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Molengo; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Here are the rules of the challenge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1 - you must post the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2 - post eleven fun facts about yourself on the blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3 - answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you've tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4 - tag eleven people and link them on your post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5 - let them know you've tagged them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Eleven Fun Facts About Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1. I can't sleep unless my hair is in a pony tail...on the top of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2. I drove a red VW Beetle in high school and college. I called it "Happy Car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3. Had I not met my husband, I would probably be a water ski bum in Florida...or somewhere &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I'll have to explain that later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am very particular in how the dishwasher is loaded, and bathrooms are cleaned. &lt;i&gt;very particular.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5. I have too many passions for the time in a day, or year. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;water skiing, rafting,snowboarding, fiddling, taking photos, scrapbooking, being mom, sewing, crafting, baking, organizing, blogging, reading, exercising,playing the piano, etc. Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;6. I must not be very fun because I am having a hard time coming up with fun facts about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;7. I don't go anywhere without mascara. Clinique's very black high impact to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;8. I learned to row a raft and drive a boat before I ever drove a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;9. I never feel like I have enough clothes. So if you ever need a shopping partner, I'm your main woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;10. I love to travel. Love love love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;11. I am the oldest of &lt;i&gt;six &lt;/i&gt;girls, and the shortest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #747474; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;11 questions for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;1. What is your favorite color and why?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Currently, Tiffany Blue. I can't explain it. It just makes me smile. A while ago royal red. And before that, &amp;nbsp;pink, yellow, gray. It changes a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;2. There is a fire and you have like 2 minutes to grab stuff. What do you grab?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So this is actually one of my greatest fears. Hands. Down. First, my babies. Then personal documents (which includes my external hard drive with years worth of photos.) And at the same time I would grab my violin, banjo, and somehow wheel my piano out of the house. My house just better not catch on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;3. What do you listen to when you clean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids playing with toys! If it's nap time, it's usually quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;4. What is your favorite snack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;chocolate. But if that classifies as a treat, my favorite snack would be &amp;nbsp;ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;5. If you could have a super power what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This one is hard. I think that I would be able to go back in time, or fly. Or how about travel in the blink of an eye. Those are good ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;6. What is your favorite book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have way too many! I loved &lt;u&gt;The Help&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;u&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;trilogy. Oh! And can't forget &lt;u&gt;Twilight&lt;/u&gt;. And my daily reading that never gets old,&lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/"&gt; &lt;u&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;7. What is your dream vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I kinda like to think that I've been to my dream destination already.&amp;nbsp;Switzerland. I would go back in a heart beat. But somewhere new...Anywhere where they have those little huts that go out over the water. Tahiti? Bora Bora? That would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;8. If you could name yourself, what would be your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I always loved the names Diana and Julie. But I'm ok with Stephanie! Well, Steph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;9. What do you think is your strongest attribute/characteristic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a hard one. I'm really faithful. Not just in spiritual matters. But I'll be a faithful friend, faithful worker, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;10. Who is your favorite celebrity and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love Keri Russell. She just seems so soft spoken and tender hearted. I also love Taylor Swift. Love her music, style, personality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;11. What is your favorite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love August Rush, and chic flicks. Sorry I can't pin it down more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emilyandowenjohnston.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dananddianahulme.blogpsot.com/"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kyleandkass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kassie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idahoartist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonandbre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Breanne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldsmilitarywives.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kayli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthequiet-camille.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ckstembridge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meandmineblog.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wiserfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grantkateln.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;11 questions for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;1. If you had a free day to do anything you wanted, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;2. What is on your night stand right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;3. If you could go back and re-live one day of your life, what day would it be and why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;4. What would your dream job be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;5. What is the Greek meaning of your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;6. What is your secret favorite chore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;7. What is your favorite childhood memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;8. What is your heaven on earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;9. If a season described you, what season would you be and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;10. What is your go to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;11. If you had $500 dollars given to you, what would you do with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #747474; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1945194601667413209?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1945194601667413209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1945194601667413209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1945194601667413209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1945194601667413209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/fun-tag.html' title='A Fun Tag!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6516939390014427207</id><published>2012-01-30T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T06:00:02.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book of Mormon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>How To:</title><content type='html'>Dry your scriptures &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(or any book for that matter)&lt;/span&gt; after they go swimming with the kids in the bath tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. My nice set of scriptures just went swimming. Oh dear. I actually got really lucky. It's almost like they floated for about a second before I could pull them out. You see, Big T was about to go under. Pulled him out, pulled the scriptures out. The edges got wet in a few places, and then the pages I was opened to got soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen "The&amp;nbsp;Incredibles"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw0ClsHw130/TyIkSV0hEnI/AAAAAAAABb0/lN6-I78balo/s1600/incredibles" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw0ClsHw130/TyIkSV0hEnI/AAAAAAAABb0/lN6-I78balo/s1600/incredibles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is a part in the movie where the house sprinklers come on and soak everything. Then it shows Mr. Incredible drying out the books with a hair dryer. It looks so flawlessly easy. He just points and shoots and the pages turn themselves without bending or getting crinkled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's. Not. That. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;The hair dryer did make the drying process very fast. But the pages will crinkle. Just so ya know.&lt;br /&gt;I think that that will be the last time I read while the kids are in the tub!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6516939390014427207?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6516939390014427207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6516939390014427207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6516939390014427207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6516939390014427207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-to.html' title='How To:'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw0ClsHw130/TyIkSV0hEnI/AAAAAAAABb0/lN6-I78balo/s72-c/incredibles' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8077108092028402915</id><published>2012-01-29T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T06:00:07.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, so this might not have anything to do with religion, per say. But I thought that it was a beautiful article anyway! All on motherhood, and maybe a good view for those who aren't mothers as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncregister.com/blog/to-the-mother-with-only-one-child"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"To The Mother With Only One Child"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My reactions was first "Wow. This applies to me as well, and I have two." It wasn't that long ago when I did only have one, and it was hard. It's hard with two too! I love it when she talks about how having one child was so heavy, and now having more is light. It's complete perspective that changes as life changes. But my most favorite part is when she says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You’re suffering now because you’re turning into a new woman, a woman who is never allowed to be alone.&amp;nbsp; For what?&amp;nbsp; Only so that you can become strong enough to be a woman who will be left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Love it. Hope you did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8077108092028402915?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8077108092028402915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8077108092028402915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8077108092028402915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8077108092028402915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/spiritual-uplift.html' title='Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5977463331549019357</id><published>2012-01-28T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T06:00:06.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>On the Computer: What do you do?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; It is so interesting how times have changed. I don't feel like I am &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; old, but the on line world has changed so much since I really became "www. savvy."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; It all started when I graduated high school. My parents gave me a lap top for graduation. My dad claimed that he "didn't want me walking to and from the library all hours of the night by myself." Sweet right? I thought so, well, I just wanted that computer. I still have that Toshiba. It weighs probably 9 pounds and is quite large. I loved it! "Back then" I would get on the computer and "IM" for a while before doing anything else. Then spend most of my time on Microsoft Word typing up papers for my classes. Then I would organize all of my pictures and draw funny pictures in paint.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; NOW my computer habits are much different. I try to minimize my time on the computer because I could probably spend all day on it! &lt;u&gt;First&lt;/u&gt;, Facebook. Just check my messages, perhaps update my status. &lt;u&gt;Second&lt;/u&gt;, blog. I write a lot of my posts in advance and schedule them out so that I don't have to write one every day. Doesn't take me too long either! &lt;u&gt;Third&lt;/u&gt;, check friend's blogs. &lt;u&gt;Fourth&lt;/u&gt;, pintrest.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have noticed that my lingo has changed also. I was talking to my Mom, and also to my grandparents. I kept saying things like "then I clicked on this link," or "on pintrest I found," etc. I kept getting blank stares. Ha! Too funny. It made me think about how often the dictionary is going to have to change definitions of words.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; What will I be buying my kids when they graduate from high school? What will things be like in eight years? That's how long ago I got my first computer! Things are sure moving quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; What do you think about the internet? How much time do you spend on the computer outside of work? Am I missing some great sites?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5977463331549019357?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5977463331549019357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5977463331549019357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5977463331549019357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5977463331549019357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-computer-what-do-you-do.html' title='On the Computer: What do you do?'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7313639894605082145</id><published>2012-01-26T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:00:17.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;got some snow here in Idaho that stuck around...for a day. But at least it stuck right? And wouldn't ya know it, we couldn't just sit inside and watch it fall from the window. So, we got out there and had some fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uqHsprHfd0/TyDIuXYjnBI/AAAAAAAABa8/OC6-CoCAIDo/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uqHsprHfd0/TyDIuXYjnBI/AAAAAAAABa8/OC6-CoCAIDo/s400/IMG_0227.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big T gettin geared up!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ldjn9Z-KoY/TyDI2Uvx0KI/AAAAAAAABbE/HB7TX9j2Y8U/s1600/IMG_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ldjn9Z-KoY/TyDI2Uvx0KI/AAAAAAAABbE/HB7TX9j2Y8U/s400/IMG_0229.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big T and Bristol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dIXZQ_jFR0/TyDI-vkps_I/AAAAAAAABbM/PcjVMBg-7Qo/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dIXZQ_jFR0/TyDI-vkps_I/AAAAAAAABbM/PcjVMBg-7Qo/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXlcjKdFGg8/TyDJIxWXvQI/AAAAAAAABbU/7xrzOv8Kc9o/s1600/IMG_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXlcjKdFGg8/TyDJIxWXvQI/AAAAAAAABbU/7xrzOv8Kc9o/s400/IMG_0235.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Abou-RIae2U/TyDJRXTxTNI/AAAAAAAABbc/bZPgWIKDLHo/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Abou-RIae2U/TyDJRXTxTNI/AAAAAAAABbc/bZPgWIKDLHo/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol's snow man. Didn't live for too long.&lt;br /&gt;Ruby the dog ate it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgKOkzvqQm0/TyDJaatZh7I/AAAAAAAABbk/vJj6hnJ3RxU/s1600/IMG_0240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgKOkzvqQm0/TyDJaatZh7I/AAAAAAAABbk/vJj6hnJ3RxU/s400/IMG_0240.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tytan loves.the.snow.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpyDdFfzlJM/TyDJqsBCnHI/AAAAAAAABbs/BKAPhpwLPa8/s1600/IMG_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpyDdFfzlJM/TyDJqsBCnHI/AAAAAAAABbs/BKAPhpwLPa8/s400/IMG_0243.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7313639894605082145?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7313639894605082145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7313639894605082145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7313639894605082145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7313639894605082145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uqHsprHfd0/TyDIuXYjnBI/AAAAAAAABa8/OC6-CoCAIDo/s72-c/IMG_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2111361113442421457</id><published>2012-01-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:00:13.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Surprised?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today for lunch my Mr. and I decided to change up the routine a little bit. He was sick of taking lunches to work, and I was sick of being at home. So where did we meet up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McDonald's!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate and played. Surprisingly Bristol didn't want to play in the play yard, but sit at the table with her new Happy Meal toy. She was completely content!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we are sitting there eating. This older gentlemen comes into the door and is greeted by the over zealous cashier worker. He presented her with a one dollar bill. They exchanged a few words, she gave him a hug (remember, over zealous) and then he walked away. Then it was announced to the workers in the back that when giving out change, two-1$ bills were stuck together. The gentleman was only supposed to receive one. WOW! Is it terrible that I was completely surprised? I know that there are good people in the world. I do. I guess more than surprised, I was proud that he did it! It was one dollar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would I have done it? YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would everyone? Probably not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, i was proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to notice the good in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What have you noticed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2111361113442421457?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2111361113442421457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2111361113442421457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2111361113442421457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2111361113442421457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/surprised.html' title='Surprised?'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8824760304804512869</id><published>2012-01-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:00:08.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><title type='text'>It's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Canon Rebel T3 is here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost wet my pants when the doorbell rang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wT-l1Uv-vY/TxmU_vMTjVI/AAAAAAAABZk/m5n0y_NARxM/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wT-l1Uv-vY/TxmU_vMTjVI/AAAAAAAABZk/m5n0y_NARxM/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy early birthday to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty didn't even &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to make me wait until my actual birthday to open it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was at work anyway when it came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHOpNKhbq30/TxmVKz2eofI/AAAAAAAABZs/DxadAvdxgHg/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHOpNKhbq30/TxmVKz2eofI/AAAAAAAABZs/DxadAvdxgHg/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for learning how to properly take care of it, and use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've gotten a few recommendations from friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An on line photography course, and a few other suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I know for now is that I am in love with it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And also:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;take the battery out when not using it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't lose the lens caps &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Oh wait, I already did that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;master one thing at a time &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I am already feeling a bit over whelmed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, if you have any suggestions, please please please leave your comments!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you really wanted to know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love supporting local businesses. Especially when it comes to big purchases like this. My family has a favorite camera store here in the Boise valley. I went there twice and researched different cameras. I found my favorite, but they didn't have it in stock. They were having a limited time "special" on the T3 where you got a telephoto lens with the camera kit for $100 off. So they were going fast. So I got on the computer and did some more research. As it turns out, this "special" wasn't just at this store, but for any store that sold the T3. I found it on Amazon, eBay, and other local stores as well. However, Amazon had the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; deal. I got a cleaning kit, tripod, the telephoto lens, camera bag, an extra battery and charger, my 2 UV lens covers, an extra memory card, a memory card wallet, and of course the camera itself. Quite the deal. And the price was still cheaper than the local store. So, I'm sorry! To get to the reason why I'm telling you all this, SHOP SHOP SHOP!!! Make sure it's what &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; really want, and look around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8824760304804512869?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8824760304804512869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8824760304804512869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8824760304804512869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8824760304804512869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wT-l1Uv-vY/TxmU_vMTjVI/AAAAAAAABZk/m5n0y_NARxM/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2894163232779190220</id><published>2012-01-23T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T12:06:23.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TyRell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty's Birthday was a bash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preparations included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZBBmoblkcM/TxmUhCrR-WI/AAAAAAAABZM/72oLhKpQyIQ/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZBBmoblkcM/TxmUhCrR-WI/AAAAAAAABZM/72oLhKpQyIQ/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First making two cheesecakes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-QTWZSM2Io/TxmZevf8CUI/AAAAAAAABas/n9oxLlx_wyI/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-QTWZSM2Io/TxmZevf8CUI/AAAAAAAABas/n9oxLlx_wyI/s400/IMG_0214.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And second coloring his card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7IO_xVx9As/TxmUrsMrNuI/AAAAAAAABZU/h26GUwVF7Mw/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7IO_xVx9As/TxmUrsMrNuI/AAAAAAAABZU/h26GUwVF7Mw/s400/IMG_0219.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6ueowawKWc/TxmU1u9VoNI/AAAAAAAABZc/7pjlQjNmZCo/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6ueowawKWc/TxmU1u9VoNI/AAAAAAAABZc/7pjlQjNmZCo/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_953043904"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_953043905"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner at Red Robin, followed by yummy cheese cake and present opening at home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol thought it was her birthday too. Poor girl is going to get a bit confused.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, we start the year off with Ty's birthday. Then mine a couple weeks later. Followed by Tytan's in February, and last but not least, Bristol's in March. I think it will have to be a big one this year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2894163232779190220?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2894163232779190220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2894163232779190220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2894163232779190220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2894163232779190220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZBBmoblkcM/TxmUhCrR-WI/AAAAAAAABZM/72oLhKpQyIQ/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7458656373096008561</id><published>2012-01-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:00:08.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>Playing My "Biolin."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBn5SfIT0Fs/TxmUWukNxGI/AAAAAAAABZE/y-fu9y4ZVLg/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBn5SfIT0Fs/TxmUWukNxGI/AAAAAAAABZE/y-fu9y4ZVLg/s400/IMG_0216.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol loves the violin. And lately whenever I play, she plays her own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa is currently getting Bristol's violin fixed. It is a tiny tiny violin that belonged to my sister Hailey. We are so lucky to borrow it! Bristol is so excited!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always believed in the statement that says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The richest child is poor without music."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I like to say, "The richest child is poor without 'good' music."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music is so important in all of our lives. I have been fortunate to be able to play musical instruments all of my life. And not only that, but to have been raised knowing the value of good music. I don't like music that is demeaning, or makes you feel angry or agitated. (And no, I don't just listen to classical ;)) Music has the power to do so many things. It enriches our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to practice my violin or the piano when the kids were napping. Not any more! They love to hear me play. They could be in a different part of the house playing with their favorite toy, but as soon as my bow hits the string, they come running/crawling in!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On hard days when things just aren't going right, I put on Primary Children's songs. Bristol instantly starts dancing. It's amazing the good qualities that are taught in those songs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that you are filling your kid's minds and ears with good music. And if they show an interest in playing an instrument, put 'em in lessons. It is well worth the money. Consider it an investment really!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I could go on and on about this one...maybe later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7458656373096008561?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7458656373096008561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7458656373096008561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7458656373096008561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7458656373096008561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/playing-my-biolin.html' title='Playing My &quot;Biolin.&quot;'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBn5SfIT0Fs/TxmUWukNxGI/AAAAAAAABZE/y-fu9y4ZVLg/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-813610388807433766</id><published>2012-01-20T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:11:19.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>Look At Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what I can do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tytan has been reaching new heights lately. Along with a few bumps on the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that he'll just have to get used to that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His favorite new thing is to climb onto this luv sac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I can't seem to get on camera however is him using his teeth to help him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24FT7b-hg8w/TxmQ-8Hg28I/AAAAAAAABYk/LG09yBuqNDg/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24FT7b-hg8w/TxmQ-8Hg28I/AAAAAAAABYk/LG09yBuqNDg/s400/IMG_0204.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-48P93og1bi0/TxmRK5YsCiI/AAAAAAAABYs/1sjdZIsFHtw/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-48P93og1bi0/TxmRK5YsCiI/AAAAAAAABYs/1sjdZIsFHtw/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol usually runs circles around him, but she cheers him on in his exhausting efforts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCHFSHREXbM/TxmRV7fBZPI/AAAAAAAABY0/Pb6ntRSQBA4/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCHFSHREXbM/TxmRV7fBZPI/AAAAAAAABY0/Pb6ntRSQBA4/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-813610388807433766?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/813610388807433766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=813610388807433766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/813610388807433766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/813610388807433766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-at-me.html' title='Look At Me!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24FT7b-hg8w/TxmQ-8Hg28I/AAAAAAAABYk/LG09yBuqNDg/s72-c/IMG_0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1238546112064787171</id><published>2012-01-16T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:00:02.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Bristolisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids say the funniest things. And sometimes amazing things too, things that make you think. Well my little Bris is no exception! She talks a mile a minute. Just goes and goes and goes. I like to call her my little "informant." She tells me everything that is going on. &lt;i&gt;Everything!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;For instance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While playing with the stapler (unloaded): &lt;/b&gt;"I &lt;i&gt;said&lt;/i&gt;, stop biting the paper! It's not nice. Stop biting!" And the stapler continued to bite the paper, in a very playful way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I want a treat. I want a treat. And a happy new year!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tinker Bells, Tinker Bells, Tinker all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh hay!" Repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As we were starting to drive:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Mom, I want the car to sing Tinker Bells!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ya, we are still stuck on Christmas.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting Tytan out of his crib:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Mom, did Tytan go tinkle in his pants? Or do boys go pee pee?&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Did he poop in his pants? Did &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;go poop? Boys go pee pee and girls go tinkle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well this might need a little explanation. You see, I have 5 sisters. We were sheltered quite well growing up. We never said the word "pee." We said tinkle. (I'll admit. It is a funny sounding word.) Then I married Ty, oldest of 3 boys. It would surprise me if he had ever heard let alone used the word "tinkle" before he married me. SO, we had a little girl. She goes "tinkle." Then we had a little boy. He goes "pee pee." And that's as far as we have gotten. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While saying prayers before bed:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"And please bless Mary, and Joseph, and baby Jesus, and Mary and Joseph and baby Jesus, and Jesus."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't that the sweetest thing? She is very concerned about them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While helping me make dinner:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Mom, I am such a good cook!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1238546112064787171?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1238546112064787171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1238546112064787171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1238546112064787171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1238546112064787171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/bristolisms.html' title='Bristolisms'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5915010150757167708</id><published>2012-01-14T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T07:17:23.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>twenty-eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mr. turns &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tV9xQLp0wSs/TxCPiUrpZsI/AAAAAAAABYU/5SMya1wv9e8/s1600/IMG_1084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tV9xQLp0wSs/TxCPiUrpZsI/AAAAAAAABYU/5SMya1wv9e8/s400/IMG_1084.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 2006&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to one more year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And remember, you will always be older than me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5915010150757167708?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5915010150757167708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5915010150757167708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5915010150757167708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5915010150757167708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-seven.html' title='twenty-eight'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tV9xQLp0wSs/TxCPiUrpZsI/AAAAAAAABYU/5SMya1wv9e8/s72-c/IMG_1084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6621268431992496280</id><published>2012-01-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:00:01.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Soap Scum Be Gone</title><content type='html'>It's a miracle! I can see through the glass of my shower. ( I don't know why &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; is so important) but it is nice to have clean glass. I had been scrubbing at our shower doors since we moved in, and to no avail the scum wouldn't come off. So, I tried this.&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white vinegar heated in microwave&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup dawn dish soap&lt;br /&gt;Mix and put into a spray bottle&lt;br /&gt;Spray onto the shower and let it set for a while. Then clean off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's a little messy, and very stinky. But it totally worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I might have to keep my kids out of the bathroom while showering...don't want them seeing through the glass...oh dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6621268431992496280?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6621268431992496280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6621268431992496280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6621268431992496280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6621268431992496280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/soap-scum-be-gone.html' title='Soap Scum Be Gone'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2560743179039098627</id><published>2012-01-12T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:00:13.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>Play Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each winter I have the same problem. What do I do with the kids inside...each and every day? It is so hard to think of new ideas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been having indoor picnics, playing new games, reading lots and lots of books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Building forts to watch movies and have popcorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baking treats together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then something I never thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bring the dog in, stick her in her kennel, and let the kids play with her. It's been pretty entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFwepsDo0C0/TwoROblSGYI/AAAAAAAABYE/5khUrkcnta8/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFwepsDo0C0/TwoROblSGYI/AAAAAAAABYE/5khUrkcnta8/s400/IMG_0188.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoGyYRQy3Lw/TwoRSwhwXvI/AAAAAAAABYM/x4llvHHS0iE/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoGyYRQy3Lw/TwoRSwhwXvI/AAAAAAAABYM/x4llvHHS0iE/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2560743179039098627?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2560743179039098627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2560743179039098627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2560743179039098627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2560743179039098627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/play-time.html' title='Play Time'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFwepsDo0C0/TwoROblSGYI/AAAAAAAABYE/5khUrkcnta8/s72-c/IMG_0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7960194190124033087</id><published>2012-01-11T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:00:00.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>A Little Vitamin D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxHTUY8qAV0/TwoMyH-IYvI/AAAAAAAABXk/K-C0ITaUjto/s1600/IMG_0189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxHTUY8qAV0/TwoMyH-IYvI/AAAAAAAABXk/K-C0ITaUjto/s400/IMG_0189.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello warm temperatures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvMiQlTbzsM/TwoM_o7vN4I/AAAAAAAABXs/Nt9T_l_CnbU/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvMiQlTbzsM/TwoM_o7vN4I/AAAAAAAABXs/Nt9T_l_CnbU/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have missed you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tKZNXK-dTz0/TwoNNWAiZPI/AAAAAAAABX0/tkvjx4OO1Vw/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tKZNXK-dTz0/TwoNNWAiZPI/AAAAAAAABX0/tkvjx4OO1Vw/s400/IMG_0196.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7960194190124033087?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7960194190124033087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7960194190124033087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7960194190124033087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7960194190124033087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-vitamin-d.html' title='A Little Vitamin D'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxHTUY8qAV0/TwoMyH-IYvI/AAAAAAAABXk/K-C0ITaUjto/s72-c/IMG_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1878760788560676994</id><published>2012-01-10T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:00:12.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Patiently Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not a patient person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many people say that to be in Special Education, you must have a lot of patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know me...well...you might know that I'm not blessed with a lot of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm working on it. Trust me. Actually, I have gotten a bit better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But patience is going to do me no good here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want it NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BknrZ7PrV0o/TwoOzKOHVdI/AAAAAAAABX8/pDLlf5gRF_o/s1600/canon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BknrZ7PrV0o/TwoOzKOHVdI/AAAAAAAABX8/pDLlf5gRF_o/s320/canon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This I have no control over, which makes it worse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It will be delivered between Jan. 12-18.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please hurry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1878760788560676994?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1878760788560676994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1878760788560676994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1878760788560676994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1878760788560676994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/patiently-waiting.html' title='Patiently Waiting...'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BknrZ7PrV0o/TwoOzKOHVdI/AAAAAAAABX8/pDLlf5gRF_o/s72-c/canon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2535412251043950516</id><published>2012-01-09T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:00:16.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby'/><title type='text'>Ruby Lou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Whelp, Ruby is still around! She is growing very quickly and learning. Still a puppy, but learning really well. Here is an update for all of you animal lovers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFBhxS09Wu0/TwoKYHHzH5I/AAAAAAAABXU/KjpxL79KsAc/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFBhxS09Wu0/TwoKYHHzH5I/AAAAAAAABXU/KjpxL79KsAc/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ruby loves my Mr. LOVES him. She listens better to him than anyone else. She plays fetch, sits, stays, and goes "potty" on command. Better yet, when let outside, she stays right around the house. (so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01zzCTynVsc/TwoKkNXmZeI/AAAAAAAABXc/8MyHETPZIuo/s1600/IMG_0187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01zzCTynVsc/TwoKkNXmZeI/AAAAAAAABXc/8MyHETPZIuo/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2535412251043950516?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2535412251043950516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2535412251043950516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2535412251043950516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2535412251043950516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/ruby-lou.html' title='Ruby Lou'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFBhxS09Wu0/TwoKYHHzH5I/AAAAAAAABXU/KjpxL79KsAc/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8809307649746341680</id><published>2012-01-08T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:22:17.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>I have been reading this week. Reading a lot. (Go &lt;a href="http://www.tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolution-time-and-spiritual-uplift.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see why.) It has been amazing. I am learning so much. And to report, I haven't missed a single day! My year is off to a pretty ok start! But more importantly, here is what has been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;things. Even me. Not only did He create all things, but he then looked at them and knew that they were good. They were good. He looks upon me and you, knowing that we are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (me, you) were created in His image. We are like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After creating all things for six days, the seventh day was a day of rest. Not a day of laziness, of idleness, or vegging, but a day of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on to the Old Testament. I'm excited about it. Learning more of the Savior and His ministries!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMNzvn32hlE/TwoIwJs4FeI/AAAAAAAABXM/o7svL7jjALQ/s1600/christ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMNzvn32hlE/TwoIwJs4FeI/AAAAAAAABXM/o7svL7jjALQ/s400/christ.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8809307649746341680?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8809307649746341680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8809307649746341680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8809307649746341680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8809307649746341680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-of-spiritual-uplift.html' title='Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMNzvn32hlE/TwoIwJs4FeI/AAAAAAAABXM/o7svL7jjALQ/s72-c/christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-3835806627257243347</id><published>2012-01-03T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T06:00:03.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TyRell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other night we took down our Christmas tree. I was sad enough, but didn't think that Bristol would really take notice. But the poor tree had quit drinking water 2 weeks ago, and was getting really crusty. So down she came. With all of the water in the base, my Mr. had to cut her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I want my tree back! I want my tree back! Where is Santa going to put my presents?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It broke my heart. What's worse is the next morning she woke up and stood where the tree used to be and while looking up said, "Where is my castle?" (An ornament her Grandpa &amp;nbsp;bought her.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smz4Soe9YF4/TwDZDTDbSII/AAAAAAAABXE/ULZbyzW01Mw/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smz4Soe9YF4/TwDZDTDbSII/AAAAAAAABXE/ULZbyzW01Mw/s400/IMG_0185.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-3835806627257243347?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/3835806627257243347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=3835806627257243347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3835806627257243347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3835806627257243347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smz4Soe9YF4/TwDZDTDbSII/AAAAAAAABXE/ULZbyzW01Mw/s72-c/IMG_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7821594163647989786</id><published>2012-01-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:00:08.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>Little Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two just make me smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their daddy just comes up with the funnest games!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6B7luBHF_IM/TwDXgIt5FVI/AAAAAAAABWw/2GlJozBv-XA/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6B7luBHF_IM/TwDXgIt5FVI/AAAAAAAABWw/2GlJozBv-XA/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pure entertainment right there. Who would have ever guessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7821594163647989786?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7821594163647989786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7821594163647989786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7821594163647989786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7821594163647989786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-monkeys.html' title='Little Monkeys'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6B7luBHF_IM/TwDXgIt5FVI/AAAAAAAABWw/2GlJozBv-XA/s72-c/IMG_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2361051240246228317</id><published>2012-01-01T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:36:51.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>Resolution Time and Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love starting a new year. Everything seems fresh, like having a clean slate. I don't like to think of myself as only making resolutions at the start of the year,&amp;nbsp;but better yet trying to improve myself every chance I get.&amp;nbsp;However last night as I was fighting sleep, I couldn't help but look back at the year and think about what I would like to improve.&amp;nbsp;My Mr. and I shared our New Years Resolutions with each other. (And it couldn't be the same old "get in shape"...etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;For me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;be a better mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;be a better wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;improve my talents&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;grow closer to my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I laughed. That couldn't be any more broad. Ha! I guess I have a lot to work on! Fortunately I have great kids, a great husband, resources to help improve my talents, and a Heavenly Father who loves me nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then...dun dun dun...I found &lt;a href="http://dailyclosertochrist.com/the-daily-journey/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I think I'd like to try it out. I know that it would be a HUGE commitment every day, but what is 7 pages? Well, maybe it will be tougher than you think, but I'm going to give it my all. Starting today. &lt;i&gt;Today. &lt;/i&gt;Join in with me, let me know how it goes! I'll give you some updates along the way! The &amp;nbsp;joy, the struggles, the tears, and the tender mercies from a loving and all knowing Heavenly Father. Wondering what the Standard Works are? Go &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/gs/canon?lang=eng"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2361051240246228317?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2361051240246228317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2361051240246228317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2361051240246228317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2361051240246228317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolution-time-and-spiritual-uplift.html' title='Resolution Time and Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-980608393171115389</id><published>2011-12-31T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:00:01.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>My BIG Surprise and Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Christmas Eve while in the car, I managed to explain quite well to my Mr. that in years past, I always knew what he was getting me for Christmas.&amp;nbsp;Seriously.I always know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To his credit, I HATE not being able to guess what I'm getting.I get that from my dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year...completely different story.&amp;nbsp;My socks were completely knocked off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I was getting a kindle. It was #1 on my list, and I had only mentioned, left little notes, and made him write it down a hundred times. That's what I was getting. I even "over heard" my brother in law talking about what I was getting. Well, we came home from all of our Christmas Eve festivities noticing that our Christmas lights had been turned off. I was sure they were on. "Oh well, I'll just turn them back on." No biggie. I got inside. "Hm. Our Christmas tree lights aren't on in the front window." So I go into our front room to turn them on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OH MY GOSH! ARE YOU SERIOUS?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo4tsZyOYxk/Tv6jXmuBqpI/AAAAAAAABWI/cLWnoeD5ZFE/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo4tsZyOYxk/Tv6jXmuBqpI/AAAAAAAABWI/cLWnoeD5ZFE/s400/IMG_0180.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she beautiful? You should hear her play. Literally sounds like a baby grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course when I walked in the red bow was in the front, and there wasn't any music on it, but you get the picture. I am still in shock over it all. I have always wanted my own, but didn't figure that I would have one for quite some time. My Mom's first piano was going to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am one lucky girl!!! I didn't guess this one at all. However, I did find it on Christmas Eve instead of waiting until Christmas morning. But, I couldn't ruin tradition and not know what I was getting before hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As for Christmas day. It was glorious. So nice to be home and start our own little traditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Opening P.J.'s at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Opening our stockings first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tearing through presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Having a nice breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And to top it off, go to church. I loved going to church on Christmas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgtIbm8c5Uw/Tv6k3a-BikI/AAAAAAAABWU/wP5sWpDG4Js/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgtIbm8c5Uw/Tv6k3a-BikI/AAAAAAAABWU/wP5sWpDG4Js/s400/IMG_0167.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4H30tyMLBM/Tv6lE1XB7QI/AAAAAAAABWc/fAH-nU_YD0M/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4H30tyMLBM/Tv6lE1XB7QI/AAAAAAAABWc/fAH-nU_YD0M/s400/IMG_0171.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrRLLQGbMHw/Tv6lQOU0OOI/AAAAAAAABWk/_2OEefDq4mQ/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrRLLQGbMHw/Tv6lQOU0OOI/AAAAAAAABWk/_2OEefDq4mQ/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-980608393171115389?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/980608393171115389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=980608393171115389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/980608393171115389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/980608393171115389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-big-surprise-and-christmas-day.html' title='My BIG Surprise and Christmas Day'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo4tsZyOYxk/Tv6jXmuBqpI/AAAAAAAABWI/cLWnoeD5ZFE/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5292729358469550398</id><published>2011-12-30T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:00:00.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve was a little hectic. With unpacking from our trip to Utah, a sick puppy, laundry, neighbor gifts, etc., we were just a little short on time. We got everything done though, and had a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cucTFARRvzk/TvzcXzljJXI/AAAAAAAABU8/1ydIIg0l5jY/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cucTFARRvzk/TvzcXzljJXI/AAAAAAAABU8/1ydIIg0l5jY/s400/IMG_0126.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our house with lights. (Pic for Ashley)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdI5G-Qllts/Tvzci75okCI/AAAAAAAABVE/LlXD8okq4Lg/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdI5G-Qllts/Tvzci75okCI/AAAAAAAABVE/LlXD8okq4Lg/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing some Christmas tunes with Chrissy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbZTNvPY7Ao/TvzctUIrYJI/AAAAAAAABVM/7xdVNkVjq6U/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbZTNvPY7Ao/TvzctUIrYJI/AAAAAAAABVM/7xdVNkVjq6U/s400/IMG_0134.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LB8-R4zZaYQ/Tvzc34NDQ9I/AAAAAAAABVU/ALvuKTj1O2o/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LB8-R4zZaYQ/Tvzc34NDQ9I/AAAAAAAABVU/ALvuKTj1O2o/s400/IMG_0144.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol, the perfect little Angel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1yaxGcYAjU/TvzdCzpSkSI/AAAAAAAABVc/6MHqbgam2UM/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1yaxGcYAjU/TvzdCzpSkSI/AAAAAAAABVc/6MHqbgam2UM/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z78way95qOY/TvzdQvk_roI/AAAAAAAABVk/MQxSnunRrng/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z78way95qOY/TvzdQvk_roI/AAAAAAAABVk/MQxSnunRrng/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A family DVD and Santa time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04ZjpUoaQTY/TvzdbQZMF_I/AAAAAAAABVs/4Jt1Jw1yBFU/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04ZjpUoaQTY/TvzdbQZMF_I/AAAAAAAABVs/4Jt1Jw1yBFU/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big T getting ready to dig in.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGQUmenQsgg/Tvzdm7Oig6I/AAAAAAAABV0/q3LiHNcTzjU/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGQUmenQsgg/Tvzdm7Oig6I/AAAAAAAABV0/q3LiHNcTzjU/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol's very anticipate "Tangled."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WsWCUpAkwQ/TvzdxeV3P7I/AAAAAAAABV8/8xW00CFbCg4/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WsWCUpAkwQ/TvzdxeV3P7I/AAAAAAAABV8/8xW00CFbCg4/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with Tangled.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5292729358469550398?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5292729358469550398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5292729358469550398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5292729358469550398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5292729358469550398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cucTFARRvzk/TvzcXzljJXI/AAAAAAAABU8/1ydIIg0l5jY/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7140104457600099600</id><published>2011-12-30T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T06:00:00.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so excited to be in our first home this year, that we couldn't resist spending Christmas at HOME. OUR HOME. For all five years of our marriage, Ty and I have never spent Christmas at our home. We have always been fortunate to spend it at one of our parent's homes, but never in our own bed, in our own family room with our own tree, and eating Christmas breakfast in our own kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know...ya get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all that said, we spent Christmas this year in our home in Middleton. We had an uncontrollable blast. As it was supposed to be our year in Utah with Ty's parents, we decided to head down there the week before Christmas and do a little Pre-Christmas celebrating. Complete with a Christmas Eve feast, opening presents, and looking at Christmas lights at &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/"&gt;Temple Square&lt;/a&gt;. (One of my favorite things.) I even &lt;strike&gt;learned &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;tried to learn to&amp;nbsp;crochet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More on that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But here are a few of my favorite Pre- Christmas celebration photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spqUve_VqpY/TvzZDrnrx8I/AAAAAAAABT4/hODaEDdjod8/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spqUve_VqpY/TvzZDrnrx8I/AAAAAAAABT4/hODaEDdjod8/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening presents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3DfswTaHec/TvzZODGzOfI/AAAAAAAABUA/V-b1pFuiPXM/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3DfswTaHec/TvzZODGzOfI/AAAAAAAABUA/V-b1pFuiPXM/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol's baby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2b8Pp_QeAM/TvzZYxkqAbI/AAAAAAAABUI/vZMRIYgxS0M/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2b8Pp_QeAM/TvzZYxkqAbI/AAAAAAAABUI/vZMRIYgxS0M/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big T's very exciting and noisy present&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PHi5tMK0ww/TvzZjFzzeZI/AAAAAAAABUQ/HuvGPiDwBGQ/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PHi5tMK0ww/TvzZjFzzeZI/AAAAAAAABUQ/HuvGPiDwBGQ/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A John Deer already&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gGQnRynh5c/TvzZufnLYfI/AAAAAAAABUY/HI3tM0OvmMI/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gGQnRynh5c/TvzZufnLYfI/AAAAAAAABUY/HI3tM0OvmMI/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matching aprons for mom and Bris&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxNx8WUkXaE/TvzaOmvYw7I/AAAAAAAABUw/rt3zQAnpNQA/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxNx8WUkXaE/TvzaOmvYw7I/AAAAAAAABUw/rt3zQAnpNQA/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cold family pic. Love the background!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2lRcJDCwOs/TvzZ5LU50zI/AAAAAAAABUg/bVRepNHlDzE/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2lRcJDCwOs/TvzZ5LU50zI/AAAAAAAABUg/bVRepNHlDzE/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to see some lights!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEpzf5b9zzo/TvzaDoWmh2I/AAAAAAAABUo/OMSHTKtfiX0/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEpzf5b9zzo/TvzaDoWmh2I/AAAAAAAABUo/OMSHTKtfiX0/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A run in with Buddy the Elf and Santa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7140104457600099600?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7140104457600099600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7140104457600099600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7140104457600099600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7140104457600099600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/pre-christmas-celebration.html' title='Pre-Christmas Celebration'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spqUve_VqpY/TvzZDrnrx8I/AAAAAAAABT4/hODaEDdjod8/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5504378820292862024</id><published>2011-12-29T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:00:03.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oakley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty's grandma Peggy and Her twin brother Pink turned 80!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A surprise birthday party was thrown for them the day before their actual birthday (Dec. 18th).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made the trek to Oakley, Ut for the big event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnkEkXlLyu4/Tvq1avDIksI/AAAAAAAABTc/VPRCXzI56BY/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnkEkXlLyu4/Tvq1avDIksI/AAAAAAAABTc/VPRCXzI56BY/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZQG3VxMmpg/Tvq1ngiqHLI/AAAAAAAABTk/FvXP5qE56DQ/s1600/IMG_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZQG3VxMmpg/Tvq1ngiqHLI/AAAAAAAABTk/FvXP5qE56DQ/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U64ejwS6Jco/Tvq1xpNc-jI/AAAAAAAABTs/wDadiaKB-Jg/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U64ejwS6Jco/Tvq1xpNc-jI/AAAAAAAABTs/wDadiaKB-Jg/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5504378820292862024?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5504378820292862024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5504378820292862024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5504378820292862024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5504378820292862024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnkEkXlLyu4/Tvq1avDIksI/AAAAAAAABTc/VPRCXzI56BY/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5412020476198305370</id><published>2011-12-29T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:00:10.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><title type='text'>It's a Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SscqlMoir-o/Tvqz1LMB_aI/AAAAAAAABTQ/cBY3zrRM5cE/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SscqlMoir-o/Tvqz1LMB_aI/AAAAAAAABTQ/cBY3zrRM5cE/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa, Bristol, and Nana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa and Nana took Bristol on a date to the Build A Bear Workshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She. Ate. It. Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She picked out her own kitty, her dress, underwear, shoes, purse, and stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She helped stuff it, kissed it's heart, and named her Rapunzel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then pushed her through the entire mall, past Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She waved hello, but wouldn't get too close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On their way back to our house, Bristol said to Grandpa, "Grandpa. Remember to take my DVD out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha! Can't forget her "Alice" movie in Grandpa's car!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a smarty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sorry for the red eye ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5412020476198305370?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5412020476198305370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5412020476198305370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5412020476198305370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5412020476198305370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-date.html' title='It&apos;s a Date'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SscqlMoir-o/Tvqz1LMB_aI/AAAAAAAABTQ/cBY3zrRM5cE/s72-c/IMG_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7185490444652107474</id><published>2011-12-28T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:00:05.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>Play Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MGDnJbjqJU/TvqxAQEarSI/AAAAAAAABTE/LmogUA8i0hs/s1600/IMG_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MGDnJbjqJU/TvqxAQEarSI/AAAAAAAABTE/LmogUA8i0hs/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bris and Big T&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two are such a joy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I&amp;nbsp;vacuumed, they played in the crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then they played in the crib a little longer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is AMAZING what a little change up can do in the play time routine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7185490444652107474?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7185490444652107474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7185490444652107474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7185490444652107474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7185490444652107474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/play-time.html' title='Play Time'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MGDnJbjqJU/TvqxAQEarSI/AAAAAAAABTE/LmogUA8i0hs/s72-c/IMG_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5324749405843857800</id><published>2011-12-28T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:00:05.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TyRell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>FIVE YEARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S9dct7z09f8/SEc3HXEJDzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R3nt-FfSyPs/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S9dct7z09f8/SEc3HXEJDzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R3nt-FfSyPs/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 28, 2006&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have made it 5 years strong today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love each other more today than we did 5 years ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which didn't seem possible then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Anniversary "Babe"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5324749405843857800?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5324749405843857800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5324749405843857800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5324749405843857800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5324749405843857800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/five-years.html' title='FIVE YEARS!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S9dct7z09f8/SEc3HXEJDzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R3nt-FfSyPs/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-9061960928004693039</id><published>2011-12-27T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:00:16.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Why I Have Fallen Behind...Ugh</title><content type='html'>AM&lt;br /&gt;6:00 "Ty, the dog is barking"&lt;br /&gt;6:10 back asleep&lt;br /&gt;7:00 shower&lt;br /&gt;7:15 get Big T out of bed&lt;br /&gt;7:16 change diaper&lt;br /&gt;7:17 feed Big T breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7:25 get Big T more breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7:30 Dog needs breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7:31 watch dog eat&lt;br /&gt;7:36 take dog out&lt;br /&gt;7:45 Bristol wakes up&lt;br /&gt;7:46 Bristol goes potty&lt;br /&gt;7:48 get Bristol breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7:53 I eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7:57 dog is barking again&lt;br /&gt;8:00 &amp;nbsp;change diaper&lt;br /&gt;8:03 get ready&lt;br /&gt;8:25 change poopy diaper&lt;br /&gt;8:27 &amp;nbsp;dog barking, actually has to go out&lt;br /&gt;8:30 Bristol needs more milk&lt;br /&gt;8:33 receive phone call&lt;br /&gt;8:37 make Tytan bottle&lt;br /&gt;8:43 put Big T down for nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...you get my point eh? It's been a bit busy around here. Nothing new, it's always busy. But the added stress of the holidays, going out of town for six days, and having a sick puppy have just added to it. However, you are about to get a complete update on the last couple of weeks. I won't be falling any more behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all had a wonderful Christmas!! And check back tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-9061960928004693039?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/9061960928004693039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=9061960928004693039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/9061960928004693039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/9061960928004693039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-i-have-fallen-behindugh.html' title='Why I Have Fallen Behind...Ugh'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8264791843868422825</id><published>2011-12-20T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:40:18.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of The Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/meridian/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; place is coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe how close it will be to our new home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The excitement is beyond description.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The location is about 12 minutes from our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8264791843868422825?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8264791843868422825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8264791843868422825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8264791843868422825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8264791843868422825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/house-of-lord.html' title='The House of The Lord'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-4768181935110461277</id><published>2011-12-16T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T06:00:12.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Briistol'/><title type='text'>Technology and Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Put the two together and this is what you get:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaA6idhI1Cw/TukHpFPHYWI/AAAAAAAABS4/sX8IbTOeUzw/s1600/IMG_0054+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaA6idhI1Cw/TukHpFPHYWI/AAAAAAAABS4/sX8IbTOeUzw/s400/IMG_0054+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and add Mom's clothes to the mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-4768181935110461277?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4768181935110461277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=4768181935110461277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4768181935110461277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4768181935110461277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/technology-and-independence.html' title='Technology and Independence'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaA6idhI1Cw/TukHpFPHYWI/AAAAAAAABS4/sX8IbTOeUzw/s72-c/IMG_0054+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7010393663619847849</id><published>2011-12-15T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:00:15.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One day I might be able to send a Christmas card to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But until then, here is what you may have missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YkfoKZSJ8A/TukE-btscyI/AAAAAAAABSo/YCt9FiSc4gA/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YkfoKZSJ8A/TukE-btscyI/AAAAAAAABSo/YCt9FiSc4gA/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol and Tytan&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2011 was a busy and exciting year for the Stevens family. Big T. joined the family on February 24, weighing in at 9lbs 15 oz. Then our little Bristol turned two! TyRell graduated with his master's degree, followed by accepting a job and moving to Middleton, Id. We hope that your holidays are filled with much joy and love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, TyRell, Stephanie, Bristol and Tytan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3t9WlmKxZk/TukEy2PCd9I/AAAAAAAABSg/m3YkZTo0v9Q/s1600/IMG_0032+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3t9WlmKxZk/TukEy2PCd9I/AAAAAAAABSg/m3YkZTo0v9Q/s400/IMG_0032+%25282%2529.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmfl50ykilc/TukFJzcUitI/AAAAAAAABSw/q3YjEO7vab4/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmfl50ykilc/TukFJzcUitI/AAAAAAAABSw/q3YjEO7vab4/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tytan 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7010393663619847849?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7010393663619847849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7010393663619847849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7010393663619847849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7010393663619847849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YkfoKZSJ8A/TukE-btscyI/AAAAAAAABSo/YCt9FiSc4gA/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8934262904169382673</id><published>2011-12-14T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:16:58.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;DINGLEHOPPER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FORK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet little Bristol got this wonderful idea from "The Little Mermaid."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO, if you expect to eat with a fork at our house you might have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKP4WJlIbU4/TukB2AVjvrI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZJqbAuQAOAs/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKP4WJlIbU4/TukB2AVjvrI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZJqbAuQAOAs/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsPs1FptkpM/TukCXnEkC0I/AAAAAAAABSY/WskfMvah9WQ/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsPs1FptkpM/TukCXnEkC0I/AAAAAAAABSY/WskfMvah9WQ/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This whole episode of brushing her with a fork has really gotten me thinking about the influence that what our kids watch on TV really has an impact on what they do and how they act. This kid loved her princess movies. Not too bad, especially in limited doses. What do your kids watch on TV? Hope its good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8934262904169382673?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8934262904169382673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8934262904169382673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8934262904169382673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8934262904169382673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/aka-fork-sweet-little-bristol-got-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKP4WJlIbU4/TukB2AVjvrI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZJqbAuQAOAs/s72-c/IMG_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-4101918607544415971</id><published>2011-12-09T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:41:13.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TyRell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Caught Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't help but snap this photo of my Mr. reading to Bristol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had to read in her princess tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad they fit in there together...almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7yXSRI2-KA/TuJ_rfaeiXI/AAAAAAAABSA/3VJsQjufPiA/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7yXSRI2-KA/TuJ_rfaeiXI/AAAAAAAABSA/3VJsQjufPiA/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5_SHOQha1s/TuJ_cDL6jLI/AAAAAAAABR4/T6KaOHImFj4/s1600/IMG_0050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5_SHOQha1s/TuJ_cDL6jLI/AAAAAAAABR4/T6KaOHImFj4/s400/IMG_0050.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care how or where ya do it, but reading to your kids is so important.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol could be watching her most favorite movie, and she will always stop if I pull out a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that my kids' love for books continues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our reading list this month are Christmas books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are your kids favorites?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-4101918607544415971?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4101918607544415971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=4101918607544415971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4101918607544415971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4101918607544415971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/caught-reading.html' title='Caught Reading'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7yXSRI2-KA/TuJ_rfaeiXI/AAAAAAAABSA/3VJsQjufPiA/s72-c/IMG_0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1959602475464751390</id><published>2011-12-08T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:00:02.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="headerArea" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 5px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div data-referrer="album_header_pagelet" id="album_header_pagelet"&gt;&lt;div class="fbxPhotoSetPageHeader"&gt;&lt;div class="uiHeader uiHeaderPage photoSetHeader" style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 6px;"&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" style="zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div class="uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="fbxPhotoSetPageHeaderByline" style="width: 714px;"&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey;"&gt;I found this a bit interesting. What I would have given to be on that subway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey;"&gt;Perhaps he would get an amazingly huge turn out if he did a free concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey;"&gt;that was publicized first?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey;"&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey;"&gt;By&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/WeddingLiveBandTheRawNote" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Wedding Live Band- The Raw Note&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/albums/?id=138874852842736" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Albums&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey;"&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 id="contentArea" role="main" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; float: left; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; margin-right: 0px; padding-left: 1px; text-align: left; width: 714px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div data-referrer="album_pagelet" id="album_pagelet"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div data-referrer="album_photos_pagelet" id="album_photos_pagelet"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="uiGrid fbPhotosGrid" id="u7oric_2" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="vTop hLeft prm" style="font-size: 11px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; width: 171px;"&gt;&lt;div class="dragWrapper"&gt;&lt;a ajaxify="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=251469518249935&amp;amp;set=a.251469471583273.65508.138874852842736&amp;amp;type=3&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fa6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net%2Fhphotos-ak-ash4%2F378839_251469518249935_138874852842736_783193_1940008515_n.jpg&amp;amp;theater&amp;amp;size=400%2C265" class="uiMediaThumb uiScrollableThumb uiMediaThumbLarge" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=251469518249935&amp;amp;set=a.251469471583273.65508.138874852842736&amp;amp;type=3" name="251469518249935" rel="theater" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; position: relative; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: bottom;" title="&amp;quot;In Washington DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, a man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.After about four minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.About four minutes later, the violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.At six minutes, a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.At ten minutes, a three-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.At forty-five minutes: The musician played continuously. Only six people stopped and listened for a short while. About twenty gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.After one hour:He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.This experiment raised several questions:In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?If so, do we stop to appreciate it?Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?&amp;quot;Video : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myq8upzJDJcClick &amp;quot;like&amp;quot; at : http://www.facebook.com/WeddingLiveBandTheRawNoteThanks ^^"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #eeeeee; background-image: url(http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/378839_251469518249935_138874852842736_783193_1940008515_a.jpg); background-position: 50% 25%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; display: block; height: 116px; width: 149px;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="vTop hLeft prm" style="font-size: 11px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; width: 171px;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="vTop hLeft prm" style="font-size: 11px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; width: 171px;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="vTop hLeft lastChild" style="font-size: 11px; padding-right: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; width: 171px;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-referrer="album_metadata_pagelet" id="album_metadata_pagelet"&gt;&lt;div class="fbxPhotoSetPageMetadata" style="width: 437px;"&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix mtm fbPhotoInlineCaptionEditor" style="margin-top: 10px; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoCaption"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;"In Washington DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, a man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about four minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About four minutes later, the violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At six minutes, a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ten minutes, a three-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At forty-five minutes: The musician played continuously. Only six people stopped and listened for a short while. About twenty gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one hour:&lt;br /&gt;He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experiment raised several questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, do we stop to appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:&lt;br /&gt;If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…&lt;br /&gt;How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myq8upzJDJc" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;watch?v=myq8upzJDJ&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1959602475464751390?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1959602475464751390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1959602475464751390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1959602475464751390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1959602475464751390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-found-this-bit-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2670840728093825699</id><published>2011-12-07T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T06:00:08.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, the blogging has taken a back seat lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture taking hasn't however!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are all excited for Christmas around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Christmas Tree is up and decorated, house lights are on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and presents are secretly being stashed around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stockings are hung, and the village is up! We are ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ5qdGNIlL0/Tt7xLXzIYaI/AAAAAAAABRw/jTJCp5FxEtg/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ5qdGNIlL0/Tt7xLXzIYaI/AAAAAAAABRw/jTJCp5FxEtg/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this little man couldn't be any cuter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My only flaw this month already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I completely forgot to celebrate St. Nick's Day. Ya, that was supposed to be last night and this morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh. What a failure! Maybe I'll remember next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2670840728093825699?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2670840728093825699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2670840728093825699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2670840728093825699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2670840728093825699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ5qdGNIlL0/Tt7xLXzIYaI/AAAAAAAABRw/jTJCp5FxEtg/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1548926445599488956</id><published>2011-12-04T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T08:47:04.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier this week I was asked to help out with a Young Women's activity for our &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was on "&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;Choice and Accountability&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had all of these thoughts prepared, and when I got up there to say it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It came out a little jumbled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO, here is a little bit of what I meant to say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excerpt from Alice In Wonderland:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alice: "Which path shall I follow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheshire Cat: "That depends where you want to go. If you do not know where you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to go, it doesn't matter which path you take."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that it is first important to decide where you want to go and who you want to be before you make decisions. Even those small little decisions every day can be important in determining this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, it is important to prepare yourself for those decisions that will arise in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;President Monson said, "When the moment for decision arrives, the time for preparation is past."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do we prepare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;President Monson again suggests that we:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fill our minds with truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fill our hearts with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fill our lives with service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will the decision you make move you closer to your end goal, or pull you farther away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me, I would like to live in the eternities with my Heavenly Father, holding my husband and children close by. This is my goal. It's a big one, it takes effort, work, diligence and patience. My Heavenly Father will help me along the way. And my Savior Jesus Christ has made it possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you might make the wrong decision.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ok. There are too many people to help you along the way to give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never give up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1548926445599488956?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1548926445599488956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1548926445599488956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1548926445599488956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1548926445599488956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts-of-spiritual-uplift.html' title='Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2709414430163786710</id><published>2011-12-03T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:00:01.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><title type='text'>Aha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few "Aha" moments of late:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tytan has never adjusted to the time change. He is up at 6:30. Oops! Never knew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puppies are just like newborns. They pee, poop, and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol's sippy cups aren't working because the holes in the top have melted together in the dish washer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Thanks Dad. Never would have thought of that myself!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my favorite: Nobody is perfect. Even those who I think have perfect lives/children &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love "Aha" moments. They seem to ground me. It's like that really cold coke that you finally get your thirsty fingers wrapped around on a really hot hot day. Completely refreshing. They make me feel human again. Not that I don't often think or feel like Superwoman some days, but it's nice not to have the pressure of it all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For instance: Me and the kids were in our P.J.'s until 2PM today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold on hold on....I wasn't feeling too great. So we had a sick party for mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol actually brushed my hair off of my forehead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Completely reminded me of her patting my back as I threw up with morning sickness when Tytan was just a peanut. She is so sweet. I think that I see a little mother personality blooming in her already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, enough of my ramblings. Take a break for yourself today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2709414430163786710?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2709414430163786710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2709414430163786710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2709414430163786710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2709414430163786710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/aha.html' title='Aha!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-865929393396125090</id><published>2011-11-29T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T06:00:08.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fear and Faith</title><content type='html'>It's funny how fear of things changes over the years. When I was younger I had this poster that my Aunt Jenny gave me for my Birthday hanging in my room. I loved the poster. It had ballet slippers laying on top of piano keys, with roses all around. It was awesome. However, in the dark the laces to the ballet shoes made it look like there was this really dark face. It scared me if I ever woke up in the middle of the night disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest fears is my house blowing up with my family inside. I know that it sounds crazy, but it scares me so bad. What are the chances right? Well, lets just say that I know someone, who knows someone, who knew someone that this exact thing happened to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a round about way I faced this fear the other day. Here at our house we have a large propane tank in our back yard. It allows us to have heat, and hot water, and a stove that works. Great right? Of course! Well, we had a little change a roo go on in the back yard. I paced the whole time. (Lets just say that I can often be a 'worse case scenario' person). I would have left the house to run errands, but I had to be here. Fortunately the guy calmed my fears and showed me the safety precautions he takes before switching everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what it looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkV5DxIjqyk/TtR43blM_qI/AAAAAAAABRo/X1RZSbzMdhg/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkV5DxIjqyk/TtR43blM_qI/AAAAAAAABRo/X1RZSbzMdhg/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More with facing my fears later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-865929393396125090?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/865929393396125090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=865929393396125090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/865929393396125090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/865929393396125090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/fear-and-faith.html' title='Fear and Faith'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkV5DxIjqyk/TtR43blM_qI/AAAAAAAABRo/X1RZSbzMdhg/s72-c/IMG_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8052712116303632987</id><published>2011-11-26T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T06:00:05.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TyRell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Our Newest Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meet Ruby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e76cgz6z7mU/TtCJASCZ3fI/AAAAAAAABRg/2R5QcIQr3U0/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e76cgz6z7mU/TtCJASCZ3fI/AAAAAAAABRg/2R5QcIQr3U0/s400/IMG_0598.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is our new yellow lab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you will notice, she isn't quite exactly yellow. Hence the name Ruby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are thinking "Ruby Red" but are still a bit undecided.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got her today, Santa came just a little bit early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruby is my Mr.'s puppy, but let me just tell you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I picked her out, and I picked her name. I think that I did really well if I don't say so myself! ;) She is pretty cute, and a very good dog (so far)! Here is how I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is "birdie" which is good for bird hunting. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(She has actually attacked a pheasant...yes it was already dead, but she went crazy on it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she goes outside from being inside, she goes right to the grass and does her business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She LOVES Bristol. Literally loves her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And best of all, when it was bed time we put Ruby in the garage until we had gotten the kids down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before we could get out there and make her a comfy little bed, she had done this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k7rxoCakNQ/TtCH6RvvUSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/lcr5yi-zxZo/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k7rxoCakNQ/TtCH6RvvUSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/lcr5yi-zxZo/s400/IMG_0602.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She pulled a blanket down from a bench all by herself and snuggled right in. She is so smart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we found her she was fast asleep. She did wake up, but she didn't move! Poor girl is tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge1tcRhvEog/TtCIXJEuTcI/AAAAAAAABRY/7PFzyVvgjlM/s1600/IMG_0597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge1tcRhvEog/TtCIXJEuTcI/AAAAAAAABRY/7PFzyVvgjlM/s400/IMG_0597.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYqwIWofq8U/TtCHNswvM8I/AAAAAAAABRI/dFfroOXD1zs/s1600/IMG_0599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYqwIWofq8U/TtCHNswvM8I/AAAAAAAABRI/dFfroOXD1zs/s400/IMG_0599.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids love her. And I think that Ruby has found her "Mommy." When she is whining, she stands at my feet and wants to be held. I think I've got another baby on my hands. Hopefully she is still a good dog tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8052712116303632987?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8052712116303632987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8052712116303632987&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8052712116303632987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8052712116303632987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our Newest Addition'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e76cgz6z7mU/TtCJASCZ3fI/AAAAAAAABRg/2R5QcIQr3U0/s72-c/IMG_0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-4838513855265734415</id><published>2011-11-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:00:10.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Big feasts,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;tearing up when you hear what others are thankful for,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;PIE,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and being with family. It is so great! I hope that you are having a great time with your family, and if you need a place to come for a good dinner, come on over. My mom won't mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This year I have really noticed now rushed Thanksgiving is. It only takes a couple days or so to prepare Thanksgiving Dinner, and then it's over. The world also starts with Christmas preparations before Thanksgiving is even here. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas, but Thanksgiving deserves a little bit of recognition. I'll admit, I like to have the majority of my Christmas shopping done before Thanksgiving, but I do love to kick back and enjoy November. I am truly grateful for the holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I start the morning off by having a BIG breakfast. Followed by watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. It is so much fun! A light snack before the turkey, and then I chow down! My mom each year buys little chocolate turkeys for each place setting from Lee's Candies. They are so good! Dinner is followed by visiting, and pie. And then a little nap or two with some football going on in the background. My cousins go to a good kids movie each year, and we might just take Lil' Bris this year. I think she would love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A little twist on Thanksgiving this year is that my Grandpa is in the hospital. He had a bit of a surgery, but will be just fine! He will be there for a few more days. What a bummer. I've caught rumor that some of my cousins will be taking him some dinner, I hope so! I love that man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have a wonderful feast today! I hope that you are surrounded by those that you love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-4838513855265734415?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4838513855265734415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=4838513855265734415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4838513855265734415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4838513855265734415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving-i-love-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1883068903682185014</id><published>2011-11-23T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:00:01.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>Confessions, at last</title><content type='html'>The other night I was calming my sister's 2 month old baby down. She is TINY. Smaller than Big T &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; was. I was looking into her little eyes and it hit me HARD that I want another one so bad. I started doing "the blink." They weren't tears of joy either. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bristol was born 5 weeks early. I was pre-eclamptic, and because Bristol was completely&amp;nbsp;breached&amp;nbsp;I had an emergency c-section. She was in the NICU for one week.&lt;a href="http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;read more here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tytan came along. I was determined on having him naturally. Then after 11+ hours of "contractions", 3 epidurals, and an immense amount of pain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(to keep it short)&lt;/span&gt; Dr. O. demanded another c-section...my uterus was&amp;nbsp;rupturing. Dr. O. was right, 4 of the 5 layers of uterus was gone and Big T was 10 lbs, not 8. Oops!&lt;a href="http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/03/introducing-tytan-jeffrey-stevens.html"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;read more here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, getting my kids here isn't that easy. I can do it right? Well...this is where my denial issues start to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if it isn't bad enough having tough delivery and recoveries, I have "Undifferentiated Connective Tissue Disease" on top of it all. This is&amp;nbsp;rheumatoid&amp;nbsp;arthritis, lupus, etc. all squished into one thing. So basically my joints &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;hurt.&lt;br /&gt;There, I said it for the world to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. I was diagnosed at age 18 during my second semester of college. I was so mad, yet relieved that I could get relief from the pain. Arthritis runs in my family, so I wasn't too surprised. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(On a side note...to all of you who witnessed a complete change physically, emotionally, and in my personality while a Freshman in college...SO SORRY. My meds required a lot of sleep which was hard to get, and they made me lose my hair, get sick when I ate, develop sores in my mouth and nose, and get tired really fast. Had I known they would do that to me...I may have just gone home until I adjusted. I really am sorry!)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;But,little did I know what the future held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.s have told me that a large family just isn't in my future. Ha! What do they know? Not much...I'm going to have 6 or 7. Heavenly Father will help me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the issues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Two c-sections means all c-sections from here on out. That's major surgery folks, and a little frame like mine can only handle so much of it.&lt;br /&gt;2. A ruptured uterus means a long recovery, and careful examination after giving birth&lt;br /&gt;3.UCTD means going off of my "heavenly" meds in order to have safe pregnancies&lt;br /&gt;4. No meds means pain&lt;br /&gt;5. Pain means joint deterioration&lt;br /&gt;6. Joint deterioration means...well lets just stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is now 4. Just pray I get there k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not opposed to adoption. To be honest, I haven't given it that much thought. We will see what the future holds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...don't think that I am in the depths of despair over this. I am content with who I am and the trials I'll go through in order to make it back upstairs. An even bigger blessing is that I have two healthy, and adorable children. I would go through it all over and over again to have them here with me. My Heavenly Father has a plan for me...it may not be my idea of a plan, but is it ever? And in this Season of Thanksgiving, I am so grateful to be here with the body that I have. What a blessing motherhood is, no matter how our children become ours. I love them more than anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening. If you read that all...you deserve a prize!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1883068903682185014?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1883068903682185014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1883068903682185014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1883068903682185014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1883068903682185014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/confessions-at-last.html' title='Confessions, at last'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-3732500743959777162</id><published>2011-11-22T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:00:05.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nauvoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>Music Fixed, Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I play the violin, or the fiddle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whichever I feel like calling it at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upcJVYbDG2k/Tss0WS1jDzI/AAAAAAAABRA/lWfswPsXnpw/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upcJVYbDG2k/Tss0WS1jDzI/AAAAAAAABRA/lWfswPsXnpw/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My violin in Carthage, Illinois. *&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was a Sophomore in High School, I&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;the best Christmas present EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My violin. It is beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was taking lessons at Hartz music shop in Meridian.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked into the room, and my teacher wanted me to play a new violin they had in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fell absolutely in love with it, and fortunately Santa figured it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, years have passed and this poor fiddle has been through a battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has lived in Utah, California, Canada, Illinois, and Idaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This may be cool if you are a person, but not a very fragile piece of wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took her to the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is going to be a long haul. Some compare it to going in for major surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A crack in the wood that was once sealed, is now completely laid open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yuh oh. Because it costs a pretty penny, it will have to stay open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry. But! It has new strings, new pegs, and a new bridge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That will do for now! Hopefully we can still make some great music together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And spread the word. I am taking students!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both classical and fiddle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Yes, you just might recognize that window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-3732500743959777162?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/3732500743959777162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=3732500743959777162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3732500743959777162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3732500743959777162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/music-fixed-almost.html' title='Music Fixed, Almost'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upcJVYbDG2k/Tss0WS1jDzI/AAAAAAAABRA/lWfswPsXnpw/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7543475160102156194</id><published>2011-11-20T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:59:49.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The unthankful heart discovers not mercies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let the thankful heart sweep through the day,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and as the magnet finds the iron,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so it will find in all, in every hour some heavenly blessings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week has been truly crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An emotional roller coaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in the midst of it all, my heart is full of gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gratitude for a Heavenly Father that loves me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knows who I am, what my heart desires,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and who has watched over me and those who mean the most to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cup overfloweth with the tender mercies from Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister walked away completely uninjured from a very severe car accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first on the scene was a first aid and CPR certified gentlemen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He stayed with her until the police arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son choked at a&amp;nbsp;restaurant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful that I'm good at the finger swipe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even when everyone is staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a close one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daughter was a champ at a difficult Dr.'s appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is going to be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone very near and dear to my heart was found cancer free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CANCER FREE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could say the words over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7543475160102156194?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7543475160102156194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7543475160102156194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7543475160102156194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7543475160102156194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughts-of-spiritual-uplift_20.html' title='Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2147968724043424372</id><published>2011-11-14T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:23:23.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Your Questions, My Answers #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey Steph! Love your idea and I'd love to ask a question that has been on my mind lately. &amp;nbsp;What I want to know is what factored into your decision to have your first child, what were your factors that you and Tyrell considered and prayed about? What stability do you think a relationship needs and what lifestyle do you think a couple needs to be ready for, for that huge jump? I know the timing different for everyone, but could you give me a little bit of commentary on what timing was like for you and what felt right and what didn't? You are en educated woman who lives the gospel and I'm really just needing some advice/commentary/discussion about this topic lately!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;This is such a loaded question, and so many factors go in to deciding to become parents. With that said, I'll share with you my thoughts, which don't necessarily make them right for &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why we waited 2 years:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;My Mr. and I knew that we wanted to be married for a little while before having children. We wanted to know how each other "worked." How we thought about things, handled hard situations, celebrated, how we expressed different parenting ideas etc. We thought that this was important before bringing a baby into our lives. I also knew that it would be too hard on me to have a baby while still in school. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(We did cut it close, Bristol was born 3 months after I graduated college.)&lt;/span&gt; A lot of moms do have babies while in school, it is possible, but not for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I (we) got baby hungry:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I think every couple does it. We are out in public and see a baby. The wife cries, and the husband wants to play with it. It started happening to us. We wanted one. This meant we wanted the one screaming her lungs out too. We wanted to scoop her up and make her feel better. Babies aren't all roses. But they sure are worth every second of it! We prayed and asked for guidance, we also went to the &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/"&gt;Temple&lt;/a&gt;. Since we believe that it is a commandment to "multiply and replenish" it was easy from there. We had the go ahead from our Heavenly Father. We were so excited. However, in giving advice, deciding when and how many children to have are very private decisions between husband and wife, and hopefully the Lord. These decisions should be prayed about, and when you receive your answer, act upon them with faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Having kids is a huge jump in marriage. You can read every book, ask everyone for advice, but you still can't get completely prepared. You just don't quite know what it is like to have a baby until you do. You have to jump into it with both feet and have the faith that you will know what to do when challenges arise &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(a baby that hasn't pooped in 3 days) &lt;/span&gt;or know how to find out what to do. This is when moms, friends, and sisters advice come in handy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;TyRell and I also prepared our home. We wanted a home filled with love without bias. We wanted a clean home where the Spirit could dwell. And we wanted funds sufficient enough to pay for our children. We weren't rich by any means, but we were comfortable. Our children were expensive to get here, and we had an&amp;nbsp;inkling&amp;nbsp;that that they would be before they were born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;You also won't know quite what unconditional love is until you have a baby. Oh my the love that just makes your heart explode when that little bundle of joy is placed in your arms. You also won't know what being selfless is until you have a baby. A woman gives her body to the growth of a baby, and afterward gives every minute. This is not meant to sound demeaning. When I think of mothering, I think of Christ. It is such a Christlike act. It is beautiful and will make you grow so much! I can't quite think of the right words to describe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;My heart goes out to those women who are or want to be mothers. It is such a divine calling. My prayers are with those who are preparing for parenthood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;If you would like more insight on becoming parents, read &lt;a href="http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/couple-of-weeks-ago-my-friend-diana.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2011/10/children?lang=eng"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEDRUqTqt4w/TsACNcoK63I/AAAAAAAABQ4/egRxD7duA00/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEDRUqTqt4w/TsACNcoK63I/AAAAAAAABQ4/egRxD7duA00/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol born March 16, 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4D1elEPdqs/TW75O9T8GbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/5z2ENJjjz6s/s1600/IMG_0951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4D1elEPdqs/TW75O9T8GbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/5z2ENJjjz6s/s400/IMG_0951.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tytan born February 24, 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Please feel free to add more insight to mine...I could go on and on and on...but you don't want just my opinion! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #595959; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2147968724043424372?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2147968724043424372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2147968724043424372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2147968724043424372'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2099710265707387276</id><published>2011-11-13T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T09:53:06.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It turns what we have into enough and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;a stranger into a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Gratitude makes sense of our past and brings peace for today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and creates vision for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2099710265707387276?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2099710265707387276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2099710265707387276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2099710265707387276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2099710265707387276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughts-of-spiritual-uplift_13.html' title='Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6204540504631849418</id><published>2011-11-11T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:29:44.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Did you ever have to make a wish at 11:11 o'clock when you were younger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How cool is today's date? I LOVE it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll be wishing all day for these things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;good health for my kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;success in business for my Mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a happy home always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;safety for me and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;safety for my Sister Missionary, Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;happiness for all of our Veterans and those currently serving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a Happy Holiday Season &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(13 days 'til Thanksgiving!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a grateful heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;health, safety, and happiness for all of YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Enjoy today's date. It'll never happen again in your lifetime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Okay, so we could say that about every day, so just enjoy the journey every day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6204540504631849418?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6204540504631849418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6204540504631849418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6204540504631849418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6204540504631849418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8507901622354970343</id><published>2011-11-10T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T06:00:00.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><title type='text'>We are Ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the weather outside is frightful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok ok. It's not even Thanksgiving yet, but I do love my Christmas songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are gearing up our cold wear, and my oh my this little lady looks pretty dang cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afyCpDfwn-o/TrrwJyfvwOI/AAAAAAAABQw/SjodtMOVjYU/s1600/IMG_0556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afyCpDfwn-o/TrrwJyfvwOI/AAAAAAAABQw/SjodtMOVjYU/s320/IMG_0556.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We usually try and buy&amp;nbsp;neutral colored clothing to be passed down, but I just can't help with the pink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8507901622354970343?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8507901622354970343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8507901622354970343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8507901622354970343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8507901622354970343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-are-ready.html' title='We are Ready!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afyCpDfwn-o/TrrwJyfvwOI/AAAAAAAABQw/SjodtMOVjYU/s72-c/IMG_0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8245527172312630088</id><published>2011-11-09T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:00:01.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><title type='text'>Hidden Treasures</title><content type='html'>Lately Bristol has been "hiding" her toys in random places. Last Sunday she came into the house looking for one in particular. We ransacked the house, and found it in the kitchen cupboard. They are all over the house "sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to wake them up. (This goes on all day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ud5DLsKt9To/TroDq3mJocI/AAAAAAAABPE/VKaCzqLWF-0/s1600/IMG_0547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ud5DLsKt9To/TroDq3mJocI/AAAAAAAABPE/VKaCzqLWF-0/s400/IMG_0547.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HRVVNw7EWM/TroD07G17RI/AAAAAAAABPM/ur2T7M3hjaI/s1600/IMG_0550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HRVVNw7EWM/TroD07G17RI/AAAAAAAABPM/ur2T7M3hjaI/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QchwWjzWEHo/TroEABj00sI/AAAAAAAABPU/nVK3QGbBxQc/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QchwWjzWEHo/TroEABj00sI/AAAAAAAABPU/nVK3QGbBxQc/s400/IMG_0552.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh the surprise when we find one that had been forgotten about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this new habit. I feel like I'm in the kitchen all day either cleaning or fixing meals. It can be&amp;nbsp;monotonous at times. So this has brought a whole new element of humor into the routine. How often do you find a play horse taking a nap under a blankie in your pie dish? I get a kick out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8245527172312630088?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8245527172312630088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8245527172312630088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8245527172312630088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8245527172312630088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/hidden-treasures.html' title='Hidden Treasures'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ud5DLsKt9To/TroDq3mJocI/AAAAAAAABPE/VKaCzqLWF-0/s72-c/IMG_0547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8423163077866133306</id><published>2011-11-08T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:00:22.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Trusting Mail Carriers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that mail carriers used to deliver children for 56 cents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddg03cQw3fM/Tri19w7sJZI/AAAAAAAABO8/2J88SZBYHM0/s1600/DSC00714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddg03cQw3fM/Tri19w7sJZI/AAAAAAAABO8/2J88SZBYHM0/s320/DSC00714.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a story opener isn't it? Here is what I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my mom went to her local USPS office to deliver two packages to my sister&lt;a href="http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-sister-missionary.html"&gt; Ashley in Cambodia&lt;/a&gt;. This was a long process. When delivering large packages over seas you must list each item&amp;nbsp;separately&amp;nbsp;on special forms. There were so many different items in the packages that it took 5 forms. THEN the USPS employee must enter each item into the computer along with the address, weight, etc. This process was going to take a long while, so this employee handed my mom an article to read while he processed all of the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom first noticed the black and white picture of a mailman with his mail carrying bag slung over his shoulder. In the bag was a toddler. Yup, a toddler. The article explained that "back in the day"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(not sure of the time)&lt;/span&gt; mail carriers were so trusted that people would send their children in the mail. All for a cost of 56 cents. If it was an overnight trip, the child would stay at the mail carrier's house. Isn't that&amp;nbsp;bazaar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got my mind whirling around a bit. If I decided to send my kid to Grandma's house, I could just ship her off for a lovely little price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA RIGHT! Like that would ever happen these days. My Grandpa thought..."There's a new way to take my Grand kids to Guatemala fishing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This just cracked me up. And, it doesn't stop here. I plan to pay a visit to this post office and read this article for myself. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Hopefully make a copy too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8423163077866133306?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8423163077866133306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8423163077866133306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8423163077866133306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8423163077866133306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/trusting-mail-carriers.html' title='Trusting Mail Carriers'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddg03cQw3fM/Tri19w7sJZI/AAAAAAAABO8/2J88SZBYHM0/s72-c/DSC00714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1132720607567355256</id><published>2011-11-07T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:54:21.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>I've been "Featured!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have probably seen t&lt;a href="http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/cookies-n-milk.html"&gt;his&lt;/a&gt; post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it was recently featured &lt;a href="http://www.playwithyourfamily.com/2011/11/cookies-n-milk-by-stephanie/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check it out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1132720607567355256?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1132720607567355256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1132720607567355256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1132720607567355256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1132720607567355256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-been-featured.html' title='I&apos;ve been &quot;Featured!&quot;'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1383261067226248255</id><published>2011-11-06T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:49:24.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the Beauty of the Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the beauty of the earth, for the beauty of the skies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord of all, to thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the beauty of each hour Of the day and of the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hill and vale, and tree and flow'r, Sun and moon, and stars of light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord of all, to thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent,child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends on earth, and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord of all, to thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hymn #92 &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/"&gt;LDS&lt;/a&gt; Hymn book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mh-ZLY60zk/TraeKyI3tEI/AAAAAAAABO0/WvcA61qIvO8/s1600/IMG_1124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mh-ZLY60zk/TraeKyI3tEI/AAAAAAAABO0/WvcA61qIvO8/s400/IMG_1124.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Owyhee River&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1383261067226248255?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1383261067226248255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1383261067226248255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1383261067226248255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1383261067226248255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughts-of-spiritual-uplift.html' title='Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mh-ZLY60zk/TraeKyI3tEI/AAAAAAAABO0/WvcA61qIvO8/s72-c/IMG_1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-3764634235609861923</id><published>2011-11-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:00:06.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions and answers'/><title type='text'>Your Questions, My Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have wanted to try something a little bit new on the blog here. I'd like to answer your questions about anything. I realize I'm young, with not a lot of experience in life, but it could be worth a shot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ask me anything! Personal questions would be great too! Periodically I'll post the questions and answers on the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e-mail them to me at waterskigirl5@hotmail.com, or leave a comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-3764634235609861923?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/3764634235609861923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=3764634235609861923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3764634235609861923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3764634235609861923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-questions-my-answers.html' title='Your Questions, My Answers'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1854027111698697167</id><published>2011-11-03T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:49:46.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><title type='text'>Obsession Understood</title><content type='html'>I LOVE PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the phrase "Organize photos" make you cringe? Not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe I'm not so good at taking them all of the time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(getting better)&lt;/span&gt;. But that doesn't mean I dont' love them! Flipping through pictures whether in my hands, in a book, or on the computer is just awesome. I could do it all the time. And here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very crappy memory. I didn't realize this until my &amp;nbsp;husband was talking about his younger years, and I seriously couldn't remember a thing from that time period. I'm not joking. I have what I like to call a "trigger memory." Let me explain. A certain current event, or &lt;i&gt;photo&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;will usually have to trigger a memory from the long ago past for me to remember it. And then I'm on a roll. I can tell ya what I was wearing, who was with me, often the smells in the air, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my "Aha" moment. I finally realized why I obsess over going through photos. It is complete nostalgia. And so with that, I have no fear and a lot of excitement for the task I have taken upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom has about eight huge boxes of unorganized photos in her house dating all the way back to 1984. Guess what I just offered to do? Organize them...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;dun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dun&lt;/span&gt; dun. I have already gone through one box in just a couple of hours. I group them by year, then by event. And let me just say, I am so grateful that I have most of my pictures on my computer and backed up in a couple of places. I group them by year, and then in sub files by month. That is just how my brain works. I love it love it love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1854027111698697167?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1854027111698697167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1854027111698697167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1854027111698697167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1854027111698697167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/11/obsession-understood.html' title='Obsession Understood'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5627797096386899411</id><published>2011-10-31T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:20:46.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeffrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Trick OR Treat...Mainly just treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Taking little Bris trick or treating in this particular neighborhood brought back a lot of memories. I used to trick or treat here every year...my parent's neighborhood. It's great. Houses pretty close together, friendly people, and good candy!!! This year Bristol and Jeffrey went in style. It was a great time! Enjoy some pictures of the kiddos in their costumes. We had Rapunzel, Frankenstein, and Nacho Libre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw7FKolutio/Tq9yirOgugI/AAAAAAAABOs/PJ1nFz8Hb0g/s1600/DSC00711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw7FKolutio/Tq9yirOgugI/AAAAAAAABOs/PJ1nFz8Hb0g/s400/DSC00711.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trick or Treaters ready for action! (How do you&lt;br /&gt;get a 2 year old to smile for the camera? Geesh!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdfSI8wqXqQ/Tq9yScdO6uI/AAAAAAAABOc/4sN1W2zPeGI/s1600/DSC00719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdfSI8wqXqQ/Tq9yScdO6uI/AAAAAAAABOc/4sN1W2zPeGI/s400/DSC00719.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture perfect!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3059AUk_ELA/Tq9yajF5fuI/AAAAAAAABOk/l93M7c6U9NU/s1600/DSC00726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3059AUk_ELA/Tq9yajF5fuI/AAAAAAAABOk/l93M7c6U9NU/s400/DSC00726.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XV_8E5b6Tu4/Tq9yAjESsuI/AAAAAAAABOM/ZdWRaSA_buQ/s1600/DSC00728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XV_8E5b6Tu4/Tq9yAjESsuI/AAAAAAAABOM/ZdWRaSA_buQ/s400/DSC00728.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5627797096386899411?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5627797096386899411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5627797096386899411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5627797096386899411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5627797096386899411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/trick-or-treatmainly-just-treats.html' title='Trick OR Treat...Mainly just treats'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw7FKolutio/Tq9yirOgugI/AAAAAAAABOs/PJ1nFz8Hb0g/s72-c/DSC00711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-9056285500478807517</id><published>2011-10-31T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T13:41:57.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TyRell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Halloween!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To get things started with our Halloween festivities, my sister Annie came over and made these awesome Monster Mouths. So much fun! It was all in preparation for my Grandparent's annual Halloween Party. There are costumes, scary but yummy treats, and lots of fun! Annie ended up winning first place! So cool! I'll share how to make them below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2rSKbycQK4/Tq8E5RH6cQI/AAAAAAAABOE/M3eaRCZhxpA/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2rSKbycQK4/Tq8E5RH6cQI/AAAAAAAABOE/M3eaRCZhxpA/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0Nx8VAYURc/Tq8D_O_9tKI/AAAAAAAABNc/nk82qSklNmU/s1600/IMG_0531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0Nx8VAYURc/Tq8D_O_9tKI/AAAAAAAABNc/nk82qSklNmU/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk2RdNTw4kc/Tq8EXpMmALI/AAAAAAAABNs/1IxZbO4fxdA/s1600/IMG_0544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk2RdNTw4kc/Tq8EXpMmALI/AAAAAAAABNs/1IxZbO4fxdA/s400/IMG_0544.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tytan was Frankenstein, and TyRell was...TyRell black style.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-et6f2btkdUI/Tq8Eir4z3YI/AAAAAAAABN0/cZFbDsyQMJQ/s1600/IMG_0545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-et6f2btkdUI/Tq8Eir4z3YI/AAAAAAAABN0/cZFbDsyQMJQ/s400/IMG_0545.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol as Rapunzel and I as Mother Gothel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More/better pictures of the kids coming tonight!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smti2HUzIRU/Tq8ENRIqr0I/AAAAAAAABNk/FDMYl3DxRjw/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smti2HUzIRU/Tq8ENRIqr0I/AAAAAAAABNk/FDMYl3DxRjw/s640/IMG_0535.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSUus0fuFrU/Tq8EtqqySkI/AAAAAAAABN8/mQSnaAG0Kpk/s1600/IMG_0546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSUus0fuFrU/Tq8EtqqySkI/AAAAAAAABN8/mQSnaAG0Kpk/s400/IMG_0546.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the best Olive Oil and Popeye I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monster Mouths&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need green and red apples, peanut butter, candy corn, &amp;nbsp;marshmallows, and red icing if you want it!&lt;br /&gt;Slice the apples, cover with peanut butter, cut off tips of candy corn, and add some chompers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-9056285500478807517?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/9056285500478807517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=9056285500478807517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/9056285500478807517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/9056285500478807517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2rSKbycQK4/Tq8E5RH6cQI/AAAAAAAABOE/M3eaRCZhxpA/s72-c/IMG_0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-4933079336623672365</id><published>2011-10-30T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T09:09:03.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When the moment for decision arrives,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the time for preparation is past."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thomas S. Monson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3mETmahflM/Tq11_uy83zI/AAAAAAAABNM/mu9oTNiqe7k/s1600/Logan+Canyon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3mETmahflM/Tq11_uy83zI/AAAAAAAABNM/mu9oTNiqe7k/s400/Logan+Canyon.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;trail in Logan Canyon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What decisions will you make, and which path will they take down?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-4933079336623672365?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4933079336623672365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=4933079336623672365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4933079336623672365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4933079336623672365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughts-of-spiritual-uplift_30.html' title='Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3mETmahflM/Tq11_uy83zI/AAAAAAAABNM/mu9oTNiqe7k/s72-c/Logan+Canyon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6585102453448310301</id><published>2011-10-29T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T06:56:15.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving</title><content type='html'>I love carving pumpkins. Growing up my whole family would go to the pumpkin patch (aka WinCo) and each buy a pumpkin. We would then go home and carve all of them. This consisted of us kids drawing an intricate face picture on our pumpkin and Dad carving it out. The end result...the same squares and triangle faces on each pumpkin. We didn't have too many carving skills...but it was the absolute greatest! We loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to work on our own this year. The kids didn't last too long. Bristol won't touch the innards, and Tytan wanted to eat them. It was pretty funny! The end result, quite the masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMgINy_9IL4/Tqt9Vdr96JI/AAAAAAAABM0/1WxGl6ggE3M/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMgINy_9IL4/Tqt9Vdr96JI/AAAAAAAABM0/1WxGl6ggE3M/s400/IMG_0520.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsbXB6c_p2M/Tqt9Zpcxe0I/AAAAAAAABM8/xwAZ9WNbmiw/s1600/IMG_0522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsbXB6c_p2M/Tqt9Zpcxe0I/AAAAAAAABM8/xwAZ9WNbmiw/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6585102453448310301?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6585102453448310301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6585102453448310301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6585102453448310301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6585102453448310301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-carving.html' title='Pumpkin Carving'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMgINy_9IL4/Tqt9Vdr96JI/AAAAAAAABM0/1WxGl6ggE3M/s72-c/IMG_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1994607199303673875</id><published>2011-10-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T06:55:56.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeffrey'/><title type='text'>The Farmstead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting out with two kids isn't always easy. The "luggage" you have to pack around, the dirty diapers you have to change in public, and the public restrooms you have to take your 2 year old to. Not to mention hoping that they behave and have a good time. It can be exhausting! I've found that as long as I pack our bags the night before, and just &lt;i&gt;relax&lt;/i&gt; and go with the flow, the kids are way better behaved and we all have a blast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to "The Farmstead" last weekend and had a blast! Cousin Jeffie and Hazel accompanied us with Aunt Katie. There was just too much to do, and I took way too many pictures. But here are some of my favorites! Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-uhJGM3f4k/Tqt5DUuF42I/AAAAAAAABL8/Yl7rAQO4YCo/s1600/IMG_0505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-uhJGM3f4k/Tqt5DUuF42I/AAAAAAAABL8/Yl7rAQO4YCo/s400/IMG_0505.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bristol riding Snow Ball&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guRI0hZg6j0/Tqt5NDyGnsI/AAAAAAAABME/3wQOZoDeJXs/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guRI0hZg6j0/Tqt5NDyGnsI/AAAAAAAABME/3wQOZoDeJXs/s400/IMG_0464.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha, I just realized Jeffie's head is for the girl, and &lt;br /&gt;Bristol the boy.&amp;nbsp;Oops!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmVAFFthMQ0/Tqt5Ym3RtAI/AAAAAAAABMM/GG50BhKSoHQ/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmVAFFthMQ0/Tqt5Ym3RtAI/AAAAAAAABMM/GG50BhKSoHQ/s400/IMG_0466.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had swings made out of tires, in the form of cows! Cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXFi9nKJjlE/Tqt5mIuEykI/AAAAAAAABMU/6EZp9jnRN4c/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXFi9nKJjlE/Tqt5mIuEykI/AAAAAAAABMU/6EZp9jnRN4c/s400/IMG_0469.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riding the Cow Train. Thanks Ty for capturing the moment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sI6fa7Rk_F8/Tqt50y5zfGI/AAAAAAAABMc/RAjnQkOwh7E/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sI6fa7Rk_F8/Tqt50y5zfGI/AAAAAAAABMc/RAjnQkOwh7E/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtX9iJOMZkM/Tqt5_y2RpVI/AAAAAAAABMk/ugEY4lnCHKc/s1600/IMG_0483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtX9iJOMZkM/Tqt5_y2RpVI/AAAAAAAABMk/ugEY4lnCHKc/s400/IMG_0483.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmfBXKoFU70/Tqt6HUqvknI/AAAAAAAABMs/qcHPptyiyKE/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmfBXKoFU70/Tqt6HUqvknI/AAAAAAAABMs/qcHPptyiyKE/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1994607199303673875?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1994607199303673875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1994607199303673875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1994607199303673875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1994607199303673875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/farmstead.html' title='The Farmstead'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-uhJGM3f4k/Tqt5DUuF42I/AAAAAAAABL8/Yl7rAQO4YCo/s72-c/IMG_0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-4569523329347961674</id><published>2011-10-28T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:00:02.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>For Mercy Sakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mercy sakes &lt;i&gt;alive&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a&amp;nbsp;Timber wolf&amp;nbsp;killed in Sun Valley, ID by the fish and game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why they killed it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but would you really have to ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72mAyWQZUdw/Tqor_im722I/AAAAAAAABL0/rfz3pYuRFCI/s1600/Timber+wolf+killed+by+fish+and+game+in+Sun+Valley+Idaho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72mAyWQZUdw/Tqor_im722I/AAAAAAAABL0/rfz3pYuRFCI/s400/Timber+wolf+killed+by+fish+and+game+in+Sun+Valley+Idaho.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-4569523329347961674?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4569523329347961674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=4569523329347961674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4569523329347961674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4569523329347961674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-mercy-sakes.html' title='For Mercy Sakes'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72mAyWQZUdw/Tqor_im722I/AAAAAAAABL0/rfz3pYuRFCI/s72-c/Timber+wolf+killed+by+fish+and+game+in+Sun+Valley+Idaho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6889936616344402828</id><published>2011-10-27T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:12:43.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>The Right place, The Right Time</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love it when you feel like you are in the right place at the right time? And things just click into place? It's like a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often during my day I feel like I'm running at 100 mph trying to get things done, and so is everyone around me. It's exhausting. I've been trying to slow down a little bit, and wouldn't ya know it. Some good things have happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I ran an errand to buy a&amp;nbsp;metronome. On my way out I hear behind me a car door shut. I usually don't look, but I did. And guess what? My high school orchestra teacher! Ha! Who would have thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I gave a violin lesson. (Her first with me.) It went really well, a few things to work on, but it should be a great relationship. While "getting it out" on facebook my Elementary and Jr. High orchestra teacher commented on my wall. Even crazier! This turns into an e-mail, followed by exchanging numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why would I tell all of you this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we put the past behind us, but I like to cling onto the &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the feelings that I have/had for them. I think it's so great to rekindle relationships and pick up where you left off. (Especially now that I'm an adult) and not a pupil. This is so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all people with feelings, lives, hard times, and good times. We all have talents, and we all have a story to tell. Remember that when you are in contact with people throughout your day. I'm so excited to meet up with &amp;nbsp;"people from my past" and get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun living where I grew up again and bumping into old&amp;nbsp;acquaintances. Hopefully I will bump into you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6889936616344402828?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6889936616344402828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6889936616344402828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6889936616344402828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6889936616344402828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/right-place-right-time.html' title='The Right place, The Right Time'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-493863637808169922</id><published>2011-10-27T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:18:11.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new violin student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She starts in 45 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I shouldn't be on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for some reason I have been really nervous about starting back up in the teaching world, and I just had to get it out to somebody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's because I have kids, maybe because it's been a year since I've had a student.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know. I'm just a bit nervous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is ready to go...just missing a few books lost in the move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll find them by next week hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'm nervous because I love playing the violin, and I just want my student(s) to also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yes, I hope I get more students.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, wish me luck. I'll let ya know how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So "...rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-493863637808169922?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/493863637808169922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=493863637808169922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/493863637808169922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/493863637808169922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5718498946798484818</id><published>2011-10-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:00:07.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><title type='text'>Hair Creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It all started in Oakley. My mother-in-law does hair professionally. I had never thought to try this on little Bris. It is so cute! I didn't take a picture the first time around of the finished product, but tried it myself a while later back at home. I just love it on her.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgFlO4VU7M8/TqXO7cf-9PI/AAAAAAAABK0/wRY0D4T0-EU/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgFlO4VU7M8/TqXO7cf-9PI/AAAAAAAABK0/wRY0D4T0-EU/s400/IMG_0436.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Stevens at work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UeNolZpSgA/TqXPFuksEvI/AAAAAAAABK8/xTFYk4_Escs/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UeNolZpSgA/TqXPFuksEvI/AAAAAAAABK8/xTFYk4_Escs/s400/IMG_0512.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kL6rYS_ZxQ/TqXPXRSpmqI/AAAAAAAABLM/SVjpZedcSgA/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kL6rYS_ZxQ/TqXPXRSpmqI/AAAAAAAABLM/SVjpZedcSgA/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2UtwovU_yE/TqXPONRk9mI/AAAAAAAABLE/v10dcMW_0zE/s1600/IMG_0513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2UtwovU_yE/TqXPONRk9mI/AAAAAAAABLE/v10dcMW_0zE/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CnPrvS_LX2E/TqXQCc50lEI/AAAAAAAABLc/MKKUNEZ1N-Y/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CnPrvS_LX2E/TqXQCc50lEI/AAAAAAAABLc/MKKUNEZ1N-Y/s400/IMG_0515.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she a cute little lady?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5718498946798484818?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5718498946798484818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5718498946798484818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5718498946798484818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5718498946798484818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/hair-creations.html' title='Hair Creations'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgFlO4VU7M8/TqXO7cf-9PI/AAAAAAAABK0/wRY0D4T0-EU/s72-c/IMG_0436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-3891773683787351761</id><published>2011-10-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:00:00.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>Seen this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Heard of The Killers? I love 'em. I found a video that you might like! I do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" height="225" id="flashObj" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&amp;isUI=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=1111883249001&amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fmormon.org%2Fme%2F5233%2F&amp;playerID=624969307001&amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAkVf45-E~,pmvsVwZF3OxbkM0RYkqyMQXbVW5FlKA7&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&amp;isUI=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1111883249001&amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fmormon.org%2Fme%2F5233%2F&amp;playerID=624969307001&amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAkVf45-E~,pmvsVwZF3OxbkM0RYkqyMQXbVW5FlKA7&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="300" height="225" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love where he says something along the lines...your heart finds another chamber. LOVE it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-3891773683787351761?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/3891773683787351761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=3891773683787351761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3891773683787351761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3891773683787351761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/seen-this.html' title='Seen this?'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1784181730272001056</id><published>2011-10-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:44:42.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago my friend Diana asked me to write a post for her blog on Motherhood. I couldn't resist and sat down to do it that night. She just recently posted it to her blog, but I thought that I would share it with my readers as well! To read more, go &lt;a href="http://dananddianahulme.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Motherhood" is such a huge topic! I feel like I learn something new everyday, which is good I guess! I won't be the first to admit nor the last to deny that being a mom is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;. I think that the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;stuff changes with each phase of life too. Sometimes being a mom feels lonely, and we go unappreciated and unnoticed. However true this feels, it is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;not true. Being a mom is such a wonderful gift, and a calling for us divine women from a Heavenly Father who knows we can do it! I love this quote,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;"Motherhood is more than bearing children, though it is certainly that. It is the essence of who we are as women." Sheri Dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of the first big "Aha" moments I had as a new mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;I was once in conversation with someone who is highly accomplished by the world's standards (which isn't bad...just sayin'). This person asked "So, do you work?" While holding my infant daughter I quickly replied sheepishly "No. I'm just a mom." That night I realized how&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was. I'm not&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;just&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;a mom. I am a MOM! Never again did I ever say that I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;just&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;a mom. That small world adds great meaning to the idea, and not in a good way. Being a mom is hard work, and thus should be exclaimed with pride!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;I have also learned to always have a Plan B, C, D, etc. etc. Motherhood is not boring, and will always surprise you when you least expect it. I'm still learning not to sweat the small stuff, and that people staring at me while at the grocery store with screaming children are only staring because they were just there doing the same thing with their children, and had forgotten how hard it is! (At least that's what I tell myself;))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;There is also no perfect mom. It may seem like it when we read magazines, blogs, or talk to other friends. I've learned not to compare my weaknesses with someone else's strengths. It just isn't fair, and leads to negative feelings. I do set goals and strive to be better, but it takes time! I take it one day at a time, and know that my children will love me, and are so quick to forgive! I have learned to lose myself in love, and that each day my heart grows more full.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;I love being a MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfRoNF3RVyA/TqXJ3owwYzI/AAAAAAAABKs/UyDiUso25XY/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfRoNF3RVyA/TqXJ3owwYzI/AAAAAAAABKs/UyDiUso25XY/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;Mother of Bristol 2 1/2, and Tytan 7 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-1784181730272001056?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1784181730272001056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1784181730272001056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1784181730272001056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1784181730272001056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/couple-of-weeks-ago-my-friend-diana.html' title=''/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfRoNF3RVyA/TqXJ3owwYzI/AAAAAAAABKs/UyDiUso25XY/s72-c/IMG_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-3621256751917126867</id><published>2011-10-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:19:14.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>Big T is 8 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9Y64yCDlXQ/TqbEL4pR9xI/AAAAAAAABLk/hrY4Obbq3qQ/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9Y64yCDlXQ/TqbEL4pR9xI/AAAAAAAABLk/hrY4Obbq3qQ/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he handsome? I sure think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As of October 24th, he is a whopping 8 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOW! The time has sure flown by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is what this guy is up to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A wonderfully odd army crawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting up all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating finger foods galore!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six teeth! (Four at once. Ouch!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babbles like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeps like a champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A complete Mommy's boy. I hope that never changes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves his big sister, and watches over her like a hawk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't quite like the sound of the violin...I'll work on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves to go for walks outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVES dogs. (My future is flashing before my eyes. Here we go.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still won't hold his own bottle. Refer back to "Mommy's boy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-3621256751917126867?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/3621256751917126867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=3621256751917126867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3621256751917126867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3621256751917126867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-t-is-8-months.html' title='Big T is 8 Months'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9Y64yCDlXQ/TqbEL4pR9xI/AAAAAAAABLk/hrY4Obbq3qQ/s72-c/IMG_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-22828689982157448</id><published>2011-10-23T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T10:19:50.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A Child's Prayer"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heavenly Father, are you really there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And do you hear and answer every child's prayer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some say that Heaven is far away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I feel it close around me as I pray.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heavenly Father, I remember now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something that Jesus told disciples long ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Suffer the children to come to me".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;father in prayer I'm coming now to thee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pray, He is there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Speak, He is listening.&lt;br /&gt;You are His child.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His love now surrounds you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He hears your prayer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves the children.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of such is the kingdom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kingdom of Heav'n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&amp;amp;searchcollection=2&amp;amp;searchseqstart=12&amp;amp;searchsubseqstart=%20&amp;amp;searchseqend=12&amp;amp;searchsubseqend=ZZZ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to the song. Click "words and music" to hear it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes life gets going so well, that I forget what it's like to have a trial. Then real life hits and something happens. This is the song that I always sing in my head, or hum as I'm going about my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a quote in my scriptures that says, "Trials are are an evidence of a Father's love. They are given as blessings to His children. They are given as opportunities for growth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; H. Burke Peterson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-22828689982157448?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/22828689982157448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=22828689982157448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/22828689982157448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/22828689982157448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughts-of-spiritual-uplift_23.html' title='Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7779680644250203534</id><published>2011-10-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:00:12.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>Yes, I ZUMBA</title><content type='html'>So, I started &lt;strike&gt;dance&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;baton lessons at age 3. Ya, I was little. It was fun. I don't remember it that much early on, but I continued until 14 when we ran out of a coach. I loved it. Then I took other lessons and spent a while on the High School dance team. (A Capital Golden Girl if you must know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love to dance and move. The only problem, making my post pregnancy body x's 2 move the way it used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution: ZUMBA! I love it. It's dancing, intense, and burns a lot of calories all at the same time. You don't have to be perfect at it either, and nobody will laugh at you if you mess up. I started a few months after having Bristol in Logan, and now have started back up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a little research and find a teacher near you! It is so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrD-pwDdGOw/TqB_NJ2huKI/AAAAAAAABKk/p9SrP3M5JSI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrD-pwDdGOw/TqB_NJ2huKI/AAAAAAAABKk/p9SrP3M5JSI/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7779680644250203534?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7779680644250203534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7779680644250203534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7779680644250203534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7779680644250203534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-i-zumba.html' title='Yes, I ZUMBA'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrD-pwDdGOw/TqB_NJ2huKI/AAAAAAAABKk/p9SrP3M5JSI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-45351809350859279</id><published>2011-10-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:00:07.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><title type='text'>Finding Joy in the Journey</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was doing the dishes (again) and tears just about came spilling out of my eyes. It had been a hard day. Sick kids, cleaning, dirty diapers, cleaning, sick kids, teething baby, cleaning, ugly telephone calls, etc. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then-I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me like a ton of bricks that my Mr. was going to come home beaten down and burdened with an even tougher day. I hate those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think: "No matter what phase of life you are in, there are going to be tough days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered back to when Ty and I were first married. We had a teeny apartment, no kids, no furniture, and BIG dreams. We kept saying, this summer will be better when we are making good money. This went on for a couple years. We were happy, but had even BIGGER dreams. We will be happier when we start our family. Then we had Bristol and we &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; happier. Much happier. Then- We will be happier when we have our own house, don't have to move around a lot, a career "big boy" job, and continue to expand our family. Now we are there. Of course we are much happier and our love for each other and our kids have grown tremendously. We like to be positive about things and are forever grateful for the blessing we receive each day. We have made great friends every step of the way, and have really enjoyed the past 4 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that I need to breathe each moment in and really take life by the rains and just hang on. It can be a wild ride, but completely worth all the while. &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;President Monson&lt;/a&gt; put it best when he said &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2008/10/finding-joy-in-the-journey?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=Enjoy+Journey"&gt;"Find Joy in the Journey&lt;/a&gt;." We are enjoying the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attitude quickly changed, and before my Mr. was home, dinner was set at the table &lt;i&gt;(again)&lt;/i&gt; and we were chit chatting&amp;nbsp;among&amp;nbsp;the crying Big T. and talkative Bristol B. It was great. This is why we are here, this is exactly what we are up for. I'm counting my blessings each day, I love life. Even when it is hard. When I need to cry it out, I do it. When my Mr. needs to vent, I let him do it. We feel much better afterward! A hard time at work and a hard day with kiddos isn't what we will remember in 50 years, it's that WE DID IT! &amp;nbsp;Until that 50 year mark has hit, I'll just keep on keepin on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND JOY IN THE JOURNEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-45351809350859279?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/45351809350859279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=45351809350859279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/45351809350859279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/45351809350859279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/finding-joy-in-journey.html' title='Finding Joy in the Journey'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8631821231200568299</id><published>2011-10-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:00:08.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>The Sickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUMM5NH-3ZM/Tp4HglQiGPI/AAAAAAAABKc/XaX0mUWjhEk/s1600/IMG_0439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUMM5NH-3ZM/Tp4HglQiGPI/AAAAAAAABKc/XaX0mUWjhEk/s400/IMG_0439.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I looked that good while sick!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This poor little thing has been a bit down lately. Being sick is so hard, especially when you are a busy 2 1/2 &amp;nbsp;year old. So, I did all of the things that my mom used to do for me when I was sick. It made being sick not so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-watching movies all day if we wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-an activity to do while laying down &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(coloring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-lay on the couch as long as we wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-and best yet: chopped ice with a bit of 7UP flavoring!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(she loved it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What things did your mom do for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8631821231200568299?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8631821231200568299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8631821231200568299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8631821231200568299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8631821231200568299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/sickies.html' title='The Sickies'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUMM5NH-3ZM/Tp4HglQiGPI/AAAAAAAABKc/XaX0mUWjhEk/s72-c/IMG_0439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6083837961881984267</id><published>2011-10-18T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:21:56.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>My Sister-Missionary</title><content type='html'>You may know Ashley. Well, let me put it this way, you should all come to know Ashley. She is my second younger sister, and no words can quite describe the "life" she brings to the family. She is full of it, whimsical, spunky, and awesomely&amp;nbsp;lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is in a rural town a little bit away from Pnom Phen, Cambodia serving a mission for our&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;. She has been there for one year and one month. She has gotten sick, had stitches put in her leg, dealt with some heat, and fallen in love with the people. As a brief update: she is doing AWESOME! I hear from her almost weekly via e-mail. It is one of the highlights of my week! Maybe I should include&amp;nbsp;snip-its&amp;nbsp;of her letters? Let me know if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I know she is supposed to be. However, that doesn't make it any easier for me here back at home. I miss that girl! She will come home April 2012. She may be looking forward to it, but when the time comes I'm sure she won't be quite ready to come home. I'll be ready and waitin'. I love ya Ash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phbovXqPbeI/Tp3eGohnLfI/AAAAAAAABJ0/gaLxhSUot3c/s1600/P8040427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phbovXqPbeI/Tp3eGohnLfI/AAAAAAAABJ0/gaLxhSUot3c/s400/P8040427.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley on her bike. I don't think I'll ever complain about our rain again!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Du7C_fYG5vc/Tp3eIxzDH7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/NmwRDLt7ykQ/s1600/P6080200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Du7C_fYG5vc/Tp3eIxzDH7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/NmwRDLt7ykQ/s400/P6080200.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her companion Sister Pin. They always go in twos!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1DfVe8NbJw/Tp3eL5aKSHI/AAAAAAAABKE/mfJcstY6H_c/s1600/P6280245%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1DfVe8NbJw/Tp3eL5aKSHI/AAAAAAAABKE/mfJcstY6H_c/s400/P6280245%255B1%255D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't the people beautiful! Always happy too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce5lMNPNHj4/Tp3eONciqGI/AAAAAAAABKM/Nm-KzBDg2zA/s1600/P7080272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce5lMNPNHj4/Tp3eONciqGI/AAAAAAAABKM/Nm-KzBDg2zA/s400/P7080272.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g49G1WdLYvo/Tp3eQYNWWcI/AAAAAAAABKU/y3O3ZC1lyIQ/s1600/P7180318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g49G1WdLYvo/Tp3eQYNWWcI/AAAAAAAABKU/y3O3ZC1lyIQ/s400/P7180318.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'll make her wear that hat when she gets home! Gotta love it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6083837961881984267?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6083837961881984267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6083837961881984267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6083837961881984267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6083837961881984267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-sister-missionary.html' title='My Sister-Missionary'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phbovXqPbeI/Tp3eGohnLfI/AAAAAAAABJ0/gaLxhSUot3c/s72-c/P8040427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-3384193961088156212</id><published>2011-10-17T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:11:30.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>From the Vine</title><content type='html'>My all time favorite drink...juice drink I should say...is GRAPE! I credit this to my Grandma Doreen. She and I love our Welches Grape Juice.&amp;nbsp;When I met TyRell and made it out to his house I also fell in love with his mom's &amp;nbsp; home made grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend we were down in Utah, and guess what we did? Made grape juice!!! The whole house smelled of concord grapes. I was in a bit of heaven. I thought I would share the process with ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What you'll need:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water bath canner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot of Concord Grapes (one quart of juice needs 1 c. grapes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot of sugar (one quart needs 1/2 c. sugar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quart size glass canning jars and lids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time to do it all and a good sitter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and to make the job a lot easier a canning funnel, jar lifter, magnetic lid lifter(you can buy these essentials in a &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=110758964000+"&gt;kit&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What you'll do: &lt;/b&gt;I broke this down into a lot of steps. Don't fret, it is really easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;Wash all of your jars and rings. DO NOT re-use lids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;Stem and wash all of your grapes! This is the &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt; part...but hang in there. It is worth it! Have your kids &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;help ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_3uIUMAZ_E/TpyQsokhwII/AAAAAAAABJk/rSY7J9Oj22I/s1600/IMG_0424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_3uIUMAZ_E/TpyQsokhwII/AAAAAAAABJk/rSY7J9Oj22I/s400/IMG_0424.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stemmed grapes smell so good!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Place lids in small pot of hot water on stove. Keep them there during your canning process. Lids have to be hot when placed on jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt;Get the water steaming in your canner. You will want it to continually steam, so keep it on a heat setting right for that. (Medium/High)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt;If your hot tap water isn't really hot, you will have to keep some hot water simmering on the stove (kettle would make filling jars easy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt;While the water is warming up, start filling your jars. Use the funnel for the grapes and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1 c. grapes in the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1/2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;fill jar 1/4'' from the top with hot water (from step 5) (rinse the funnel out once with water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;With a clean, wet rag wipe the top of the jar clean. Check for any chips that could break a seal. If jar has a chip, don't use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;/b&gt;Grab your pot of lids and magnetic lid grabber and place lids on jars, followed by rings.Place pot back on stove to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shake the jars until sugar is dissolved while singing "Shake your booty."(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmddgOkKPb4/TpyQ3dgrJyI/AAAAAAAABJs/ZENviUTp4qo/s1600/IMG_0426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmddgOkKPb4/TpyQ3dgrJyI/AAAAAAAABJs/ZENviUTp4qo/s400/IMG_0426.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your jar should look like this before sealing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. &lt;/b&gt;Place jars in canner. (Usually fits 7). Cover with lid. Once the steam resumes set timer for 15-20 minutes. While those are steaming fill more jars.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. &lt;/b&gt;Remove jars with jar lifter and place on old towel on counter to cool. Be careful not to clink jars together as they could break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tuSkMY9k5Bs/TpyQh-CmgOI/AAAAAAAABJc/R4Mjio4shho/s1600/IMG_0427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tuSkMY9k5Bs/TpyQh-CmgOI/AAAAAAAABJc/R4Mjio4shho/s400/IMG_0427.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what finished jars will look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My mother-in-law and I made just over 100 quarts for myself. It took 11/2 days (with breaks!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to tell if jars have sealed-&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You should hear a "pop" as the lids are sealing. Also, the top will be really firm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if my lids don't seal?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every batch will have a few that don't seal. If a TON aren't sealing either you are doing something wrong, or it was a faulty box of lids. Don't panic. Tip the jar upside down and wait a while. If that doesn't work you may have to replace the lid and re-seal. (Only do this if &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; of the jars didn't seal. If it's only one or two, just drink them right away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store your jars in a cool, dark place. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**For more information on canning, click &lt;a href="http://www.simplycanning.com/canning-equipment.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a good website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-3384193961088156212?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/3384193961088156212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=3384193961088156212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3384193961088156212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3384193961088156212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-vine.html' title='From the Vine'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_3uIUMAZ_E/TpyQsokhwII/AAAAAAAABJk/rSY7J9Oj22I/s72-c/IMG_0424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6914445728306569816</id><published>2011-10-16T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:28:25.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Suppose no one is as handsome or as beautiful as he or she wishes, or as brilliant in school or as witty in speech or as wealthy as we would like, but in a world of varied talents and fortunes that we can't always command, I think that makes even more attractive the qualities we can command-such qualities as thoughtfulness, patience, a kind word, and true delight in the accomplishment of another. These cost us nothing, and they can mean everything to the one who receives them."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6914445728306569816?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6914445728306569816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6914445728306569816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6914445728306569816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6914445728306569816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughts-of-spiritual-uplift_16.html' title='Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5973013134634844168</id><published>2011-10-15T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:06:36.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Awareness</title><content type='html'>So, today on Facebook it says that today is &lt;a href="http://www.causes.com/causes/257846-october-15th-worldwide-pregnancy-and-infant-loss-remembrance-day-miscarriage-stillbirth-sids"&gt;"Worldwide Pregnancy, and Infant Loss Remembrance Day-Miscarriage, Stillbirth, SIDs."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thought it interesting that my Mr. and I chose today of all days to support a local cause in Kamas, Ut. You see, little Kinley passed away about a month ago. Her mother Paige was my Mother in law's &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;Young Woman&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;. Kinley was 7 months old. Sure, she didn't pass away at our near birth, and it wasn't SIDS either, but she is gone from this Earthly existence none the less. Paige is raising money for funeral costs and a headstone. She is only 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just re-iterate my testimony about eternal families. I am so grateful for them. I have both of my babies, and I don't know what it is like to lose one. But&amp;nbsp; to those of you who have, you will see them again! This doesn't mean that losing a baby/child won't be difficult, but it just might make life a little bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who have lost a child, I love you, and your Heavenly Father loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5973013134634844168?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5973013134634844168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5973013134634844168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5973013134634844168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5973013134634844168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/awareness.html' title='Awareness'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2069409507965017669</id><published>2011-10-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:00:09.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Laundry Miracle</title><content type='html'>Isn't it so&amp;nbsp;aggravating&amp;nbsp;when you open up your washer or drier and find a mess? Anything from washing and drying a crayon, gum, or having colors fade is such a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night around 11 PM I had this nagging thought to go put the brights in the drier. Nah, too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after putting them in the drier, I pulled them out to find that HOT PINK had bled on to Bristol's light pink jacket, and Tytan's shirt. I was so mad. Every single article of clothing had been washed multiple times and shouldn't have bled....unless you leave them over night in the washer. Oh mercy. Totally my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I washed the bled on clothes again. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Soaked them. Helped a little.&lt;br /&gt;Soaked them in HOTT water with Oxy Clean and All. Yay!!! I couldn't believe it. Stains are out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are my laundry must haves:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Free and Clear detergent&lt;br /&gt;Oxy Clean ( the &lt;i&gt;BIG&lt;/i&gt; box)&lt;br /&gt;Murphey's Oil Soap (great for greasy stains)&lt;br /&gt;Stain removing bar soap ( I have Fels-Napthia Heavy Duty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your laundry room?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2069409507965017669?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2069409507965017669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2069409507965017669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2069409507965017669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2069409507965017669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/laundry-miracle.html' title='Laundry Miracle'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2011817667998770851</id><published>2011-10-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:44:25.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so glad that we call it "Potty Training" and not "Potty Perfection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like I didn't do any work in getting Bristol b potty trained. But then I have to remember that she is only 2. I'm 21 and holding, and I still have close calls. C'mon, don't deny that you don't do the potty dance every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I got it on the camera. Couldn't resist. Poor thing will probably get back at me for this one some day. Just living proof that we aren't perfect at our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GscojqgGEVs/TpUM80eVDrI/AAAAAAAABJU/r5E-IflvBb4/s1600/IMG_0393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GscojqgGEVs/TpUM80eVDrI/AAAAAAAABJU/r5E-IflvBb4/s400/IMG_0393.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. I know...the hair. She insists on two braids. I try!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2011817667998770851?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2011817667998770851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2011817667998770851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2011817667998770851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2011817667998770851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-so-glad-that-we-call-it-potty.html' title=''/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GscojqgGEVs/TpUM80eVDrI/AAAAAAAABJU/r5E-IflvBb4/s72-c/IMG_0393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-12657799633108794</id><published>2011-10-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T08:00:08.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Candy Only!</title><content type='html'>I'm not the master mind behind this one, that would be my sister. However, I did make it all by myself and it only took 15 minutes! (You may not be amazed, but for a crafting dummie you should be proud!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Halloween Trick or Treat&lt;/span&gt; bucket that is too cute to boot! I just can't wait until it's filled with candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You'll need:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bucket (this was plastic see through, allowing for decorations in and out, with a lid too!)&lt;br /&gt;fun Halloween scrapbook paper&lt;br /&gt;tape/glue/rubber cement etc. anything sticky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bR9WAhsMNU/TpDPTCw8lgI/AAAAAAAABJI/GP5148cc06Y/s1600/IMG_0409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bR9WAhsMNU/TpDPTCw8lgI/AAAAAAAABJI/GP5148cc06Y/s320/IMG_0409.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0AHDdLcMpo/TpDPgtQW6jI/AAAAAAAABJM/41XeyTTbQqs/s1600/IMG_0408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0AHDdLcMpo/TpDPgtQW6jI/AAAAAAAABJM/41XeyTTbQqs/s320/IMG_0408.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-12657799633108794?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/12657799633108794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=12657799633108794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/12657799633108794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/12657799633108794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/candy-only.html' title='Candy Only!'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bR9WAhsMNU/TpDPTCw8lgI/AAAAAAAABJI/GP5148cc06Y/s72-c/IMG_0409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Middleton, ID, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.7068281 -116.6201357</georss:point><georss:box>43.6609141 -116.6990997 43.752742100000006 -116.5411717</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8965059804511871039</id><published>2011-10-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:00:05.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My "Almost" Child</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of "Almost" children? Well, I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what they are? Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ty, will you please &amp;nbsp;clear off the table?&lt;br /&gt;Ty: Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ty, is the table cleared off? (As I'm secretly staring at it.)&lt;br /&gt;Ty: YE-ES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table has the&amp;nbsp;ketchup, a hot pad, and a glass on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I'm not complaining! I actually have to just laugh at it. It really is hysterical! It made me think "What would happen if I was an &lt;i&gt;'almost'&lt;/i&gt; mom? &lt;i&gt;Almost&lt;/i&gt; fix dinner, &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; do the laundry, &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; clean the bathrooms. Ha! Wouldn't everyone be absolutely miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a 'woot woot' for being a get 'er done...all the way mom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8965059804511871039?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8965059804511871039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8965059804511871039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8965059804511871039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8965059804511871039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-almost-child.html' title='My &quot;Almost&quot; Child'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-3515111095477957968</id><published>2011-10-09T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:03:45.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift</title><content type='html'>Death.&lt;br /&gt;It scares me.&lt;br /&gt;Am I afraid to die?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of what I would leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of those I love passing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a depressing way to start a blog post right? Sorry, but church got me thinking today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is a scary topic, that no one talks about much. You have probably had someone close to you pass away, as have I. Two close friends, Great-Grandparents, and an infant cousin. I have actually been fairly fortunate to not experience a lot of tragedy in my life, and for that I am truly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am even more grateful for is my faith in a loving Heavenly Father. You see, I believe that He loves us so much, that He devised a &lt;a href="http://lds.org/plan/we-can-live-with-god-again?lang=eng"&gt;plan&lt;/a&gt; where families can be together forever. I'll see my friends and family after I die in Heaven. Isn't that beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about this in church today. I thought it ironic that it was the same day I chose to wear a certain piece of jewelry. A watch that was given to me by my deceased Great-Grandmother, before she died. I hardly ever wear it, and on the day that I did I was reminded that she isn't that far away, I'll see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5YppBHH3u8/TpJtLGWE6jI/AAAAAAAABJQ/MWMPjE4bMto/s1600/IMG_0418%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5YppBHH3u8/TpJtLGWE6jI/AAAAAAAABJQ/MWMPjE4bMto/s400/IMG_0418%255B1%255D" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it beautiful. A vintage Elgin wind up watch.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I will be reunited with those I love in Heaven. This brings me so much joy! I'll believe it for you too ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-3515111095477957968?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/3515111095477957968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=3515111095477957968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3515111095477957968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3515111095477957968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughts-of-spiritual-uplift.html' title='Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5YppBHH3u8/TpJtLGWE6jI/AAAAAAAABJQ/MWMPjE4bMto/s72-c/IMG_0418%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6282277893533992640</id><published>2011-10-08T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T08:00:04.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Picky Eater Solved</title><content type='html'>Bristol is a picky eater. It has been a battle for quite some time. You could probably agree with your kids, or kids you know. It just happens. I keep offering and offering different things, but it's always the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, on a whim one day I created this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxCCzc9BDvA/To55I-xF_vI/AAAAAAAABJE/D2KuC0g8cqE/s1600/IMG_0337%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxCCzc9BDvA/To55I-xF_vI/AAAAAAAABJE/D2KuC0g8cqE/s320/IMG_0337%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grilled cheese, strawberries, fish crackers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I know, maybe not the healthiest selection, but it's a start! Every day now Bristol asks for her "face lunch!" It makes me giggle inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to happy and healthy eating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now if you want to get really fancy, check out the blog "Fun Food Fridays" on my side bar. She is insanely creative!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6282277893533992640?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6282277893533992640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6282277893533992640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6282277893533992640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6282277893533992640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/picky-eater-solved.html' title='Picky Eater Solved'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxCCzc9BDvA/To55I-xF_vI/AAAAAAAABJE/D2KuC0g8cqE/s72-c/IMG_0337%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-1531681323653582006</id><published>2011-10-07T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T07:06:53.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TyRell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cookies 'n Milk</title><content type='html'>I'm always taken back at how some of the most simple things create lasting memories. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I called the family around the table for cookies and milk. We laughed and giggled, and ended up staying around the table for quite a while. I just took every second of it in...slowly. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me. I know why this is so much fun! Flash back to my younger years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunking cookies &lt;i&gt;(and not any cookies I might mention, Chips&amp;nbsp;Ahoy)&lt;/i&gt; was &lt;b&gt;serious&lt;/b&gt; business in my family. My dad had rules for the family event. I'll paint the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family, 6 girls, mom and dad, would sit around the table with our shallow glasses full of milk. We each also had a stack of cookies right next to us. A large box of Chips Ahoy! would be in the middle of the table for when we ran out. You would think we were about to play a serious game of ROOK or something, but no. Just dunking cookies. Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Don't dunk your first cookie in the milk until dad says "One, two, three dunk."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Don't let your cookie break while soaking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Penalty: NO MORE COOKIES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a mom once say "Feed your teenagers cookies, and you can get anything out of 'em."&lt;br /&gt;Rang true in our family. Didn't matter what time of day or night, we would dunk. It was the best. This tradition even carried over into our family rafting trips on the Salmon River. If you have dunked with our family, you are a lucky few. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;Seems funny and a bit strange perhaps, but some great conversations came out of dunking cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we are on the right track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXnVFTLLDtc/To52wd6KSKI/AAAAAAAABI8/LbqVHMJBHi4/s1600/IMG_0379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXnVFTLLDtc/To52wd6KSKI/AAAAAAAABI8/LbqVHMJBHi4/s400/IMG_0379.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW, rules don't count for the little ones! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNQ27gcMuzM/To527gOOmSI/AAAAAAAABJA/7aAIhRuxEhQ/s1600/IMG_0382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNQ27gcMuzM/To527gOOmSI/AAAAAAAABJA/7aAIhRuxEhQ/s400/IMG_0382.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Big T enjoyed some cookie!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcNvqZoSd6M/To52mOa1HSI/AAAAAAAABI4/TeSmGsK3hj4/s1600/IMG_0384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcNvqZoSd6M/To52mOa1HSI/AAAAAAAABI4/TeSmGsK3hj4/s400/IMG_0384.jpg" width="400" /&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/7313842849350824294-1531681323653582006?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1531681323653582006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=1531681323653582006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1531681323653582006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/1531681323653582006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/cookies-n-milk.html' title='Cookies &apos;n Milk'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXnVFTLLDtc/To52wd6KSKI/AAAAAAAABI8/LbqVHMJBHi4/s72-c/IMG_0379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-4408724190493419286</id><published>2011-10-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:44:44.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>You Make Me HAPPY When Skies are Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;If you were to ask me "What is your favorite season?" I would quickly respond SUMMER! I love the heat, love the tan, the water, love everything about it. Don't get me wrong, I'm no seasonal depression gal. I love certain parts of the other seasons but overall summer is best!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Today however, I realized that there are some great things about rainy and grey days. Yesterday it was completely overcast. Today it rained. Take that back. It POURED. I had to get &lt;strike&gt;the kiddos&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;myself out of the house after spending yesterday indoors. I was completely restless. However, getting soaked putting the kids in the car, taking them out, and putting them back in a few more times didn't quite do it for me. So we came home. It was sweet! I was almost giddy as I grabbed my old college hoodie and sweat pants, slipped on my pink fuzzy slippers, and played on the floor with the kids. Times like that are meant for colder weather! (Some wood to start a fire in the fireplace would have been nice, but I won't complain.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;These two make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;when skies are grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQFq0ItJcQA/To0iImu8Q3I/AAAAAAAABIw/BZVBs3hh0Uc/s1600/IMG_0365%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQFq0ItJcQA/To0iImu8Q3I/AAAAAAAABIw/BZVBs3hh0Uc/s400/IMG_0365%255B1%255D" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta love that orange carrot nose!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And then my Mr. came home. So make that the three that make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Mr. literally acted out &lt;u&gt;Barnyard Dance!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Sandra Boynton.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6C7K-E2srok/To0hK53bHFI/AAAAAAAABIs/K6TIH_UPD-Q/s1600/31314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6C7K-E2srok/To0hK53bHFI/AAAAAAAABIs/K6TIH_UPD-Q/s200/31314.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't read it, you should!&lt;br /&gt;Great kids book.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top everything off, Bristol wanted to wear her new shoes to bed, and her prayer (as always) was hilarious. So, no more complaining about grey skies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-4408724190493419286?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4408724190493419286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=4408724190493419286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4408724190493419286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4408724190493419286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-make-me-happy-when-skies-are-grey.html' title='You Make Me HAPPY When Skies are Grey'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQFq0ItJcQA/To0iImu8Q3I/AAAAAAAABIw/BZVBs3hh0Uc/s72-c/IMG_0365%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-4789307978775866085</id><published>2011-10-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:00:09.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;They say "Home is where your heart is." Well, our hearts have definitely settled here. We love it. The space that we have is amazing! Come on by and say hi! We would love visitors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uE4Iwdo9kM/ToqLfQTIjPI/AAAAAAAABIk/RdxWiAB2U-4/s1600/IMG_0323%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uE4Iwdo9kM/ToqLfQTIjPI/AAAAAAAABIk/RdxWiAB2U-4/s400/IMG_0323%255B1%255D" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Est. 9.9.11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0R0cVS4mKUc/ToqLvJWzXjI/AAAAAAAABIo/X567QOqtl4A/s1600/IMG_0324%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0R0cVS4mKUc/ToqLvJWzXjI/AAAAAAAABIo/X567QOqtl4A/s400/IMG_0324%255B1%255D" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;side yard...don't get lost lil' Bris&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-4789307978775866085?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4789307978775866085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=4789307978775866085&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4789307978775866085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4789307978775866085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uE4Iwdo9kM/ToqLfQTIjPI/AAAAAAAABIk/RdxWiAB2U-4/s72-c/IMG_0323%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6860927917732899796</id><published>2011-10-03T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:15:45.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Binky, Bye</title><content type='html'>Sometimes being a mommy is hard. I'm not one to deny that every day time-outs, cleaning, fixing lunches, nap time struggles, and tantrums are easy. Tonight was no exception, and this was pure emotionally hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we said good bye to the bink. I think that it was harder for me than for Bristol B herself. She cried and wailed, asking for her bink back. But, I cried too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation, we (my Mr. and I) told her that last night was it, no more bink. Tonight we carried her outside. She had her favorite bink in her mouth, and her little fingers clutching more. Opening the lid to the garbage can she turned away. After being told to throw them in there, there was no hesitation. I was quite surprised! Not a second later and she was asking for them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bristol was &lt;i&gt;born&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with a binky in her mouth It's no joke. So why now? It has been a long time coming. The pediatrician told me before she was three to throw it away. I know I know, she's not three. I would have gladly done it a year ago. The timing has just been so off! With moving, getting a new little brother, and moving again, I didn't want to make life harder. But now it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might feel pretty bad for a while. Poor little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPFwisaTmW0/ToqHwQQ7yII/AAAAAAAABIg/4zOSedzwVqg/s1600/bristol+binky+free.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPFwisaTmW0/ToqHwQQ7yII/AAAAAAAABIg/4zOSedzwVqg/s400/bristol+binky+free.BMP" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the aftermath&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6860927917732899796?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6860927917732899796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6860927917732899796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6860927917732899796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6860927917732899796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/bye-bye-binky-bye.html' title='Bye Bye Binky, Bye'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPFwisaTmW0/ToqHwQQ7yII/AAAAAAAABIg/4zOSedzwVqg/s72-c/bristol+binky+free.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-5578409948011980465</id><published>2011-09-30T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:14:38.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCall'/><title type='text'>Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As tradition, mia familia watches &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; every Fall in McCall, Id. I can't wait! There is nothing better than sitting around the fire listening to latter day Prophets fill your heart with uplifting messages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And better yet, eating yummy food and lounging around all day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll wake up after sleeping in, maybe shower, maybe not. Maybe put my makeup on, eat an awesome breakfast of huckleberry pancakes, probably stay in my jammies, and then turn the TV on. In between sessions I'll change in to my cleaner not-slept-in jammies and go on a walk in the crisp fall air down to the lake. Doesn't that sound like relaxing? Oh and the naps I'll take! They are glorious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is no agenda really, just &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; entertainment. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;literally&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wait a second...that was before I had kids. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much of it might still be the same, but entertaining the kiddos provides another&amp;nbsp;dimension&amp;nbsp;to General Conference. A 2 almost 3 year old won't sit around and watch old guys talk on TV, so here is what I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lots of different coloring books, snacks, sticker books, snacks, toys, snacks, an i pad with awesome games, and snacks. Did I mention snacks?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really, this is one of my most favorite things. My "Thoughts of Spiritual Uplift" journal might go untouched as I wrestle the kids, but that doesn't mean that I won't listen intently and get the most out of every talk. And can I mention the music? I don't believe in rushing off to go do something while the choir sings. Sometimes that can be just as powerful as listening to the talks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As far as I know, General Conference is aired on BYU TV, but check your local listings. You can also listen on line at the above listed link. Enjoy your weekend, I will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-5578409948011980465?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5578409948011980465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=5578409948011980465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5578409948011980465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/5578409948011980465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/09/favorite-things.html' title='Favorite Things'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-404634034466793841</id><published>2011-09-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T15:24:34.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>Alive and Lovin' It</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are alive. I know you were all getting worried. As most of you, August flew by in a wink and September is upon us! We are doing so great! We bought a home in Middleton, Id. (pictures to come) and we couldn't be more content! There is just something about having your&lt;i&gt; OWN&lt;/i&gt; place! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bristol B is quite the princess these days. She just talks and talks, and has quite the dance moves. She loves her new house, but when asked "Bristol, who's house is this?" she replies "Scott's." You see, Uncle Scott came to help us move in. I think she is a little bit confused! She'll get used to it. The poor girl has lived in 7 different "homes'' now, so I don't blame her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big T is still big! Weighing in at 24 lbs at 6 months. Whew! I can hardly believe it, my arms can though! He LOVES his baby food, and anything else to put in his mouth. He rolls all over the place and is really close to sitting up on his own. His most favorite thing to do is watch his big sister. Probably the cutest adoration I have ever witnessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now! When we get internet, I'll be on more often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-404634034466793841?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/404634034466793841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=404634034466793841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/404634034466793841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/404634034466793841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/09/alive-and-lovin-it.html' title='Alive and Lovin&apos; It'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7925563716735611711</id><published>2011-08-21T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:36:29.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCall'/><title type='text'>Annual McCall trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning: A lot of pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;McCall was so great! How could it not be? Only thing to make it better would have been TyRell there with us. Nonetheless, we had a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhE4TOZeb2s/TlHVAC4XURI/AAAAAAAABIM/k65irg18wDQ/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhE4TOZeb2s/TlHVAC4XURI/AAAAAAAABIM/k65irg18wDQ/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643526004821938450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HG6obLX3yds/TlHVAWFCLvI/AAAAAAAABIU/BlQhKcBD42k/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HG6obLX3yds/TlHVAWFCLvI/AAAAAAAABIU/BlQhKcBD42k/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643526009975353074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aTdpYseZsc/TlHUadLeduI/AAAAAAAABH8/L3nDSKFjOaA/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aTdpYseZsc/TlHUadLeduI/AAAAAAAABH8/L3nDSKFjOaA/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643525359046391522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After doing some skiing on the boat, Bristol sat on my wet lap. This made her have to "go" if ya know what I mean. So we had to strip her naked! She made the walk up to the cabin very entertaining, stopping to pick flowers on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-75bkaKZL0uY/TlHUZ0g_SXI/AAAAAAAABH0/XK3igr5ySLs/s1600/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-75bkaKZL0uY/TlHUZ0g_SXI/AAAAAAAABH0/XK3igr5ySLs/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643525348130769266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0JvSLmH2pk/TlHUZjxnJxI/AAAAAAAABHs/NNgrkXKBi1o/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0JvSLmH2pk/TlHUZjxnJxI/AAAAAAAABHs/NNgrkXKBi1o/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643525343637088018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My little Diva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNUrdF94J2Q/TlHUZQ5ep2I/AAAAAAAABHk/dC5M_JFw3Ds/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNUrdF94J2Q/TlHUZQ5ep2I/AAAAAAAABHk/dC5M_JFw3Ds/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643525338569811810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7xkXa80ah8/TlHUajtWZ9I/AAAAAAAABIE/t-vYHsN1Wso/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7xkXa80ah8/TlHUajtWZ9I/AAAAAAAABIE/t-vYHsN1Wso/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643525360799082450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSf6Lj8R_4I/TlHSTxA6QUI/AAAAAAAABHU/MayrKuw_0oY/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSf6Lj8R_4I/TlHSTxA6QUI/AAAAAAAABHU/MayrKuw_0oY/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643523045088444738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hX2qfKjyPMw/TlHSTut-9TI/AAAAAAAABHM/mVZZ08oXzf0/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IuSBxj6xXHI/TlHSTWuB1aI/AAAAAAAABHE/GdO3GEGz1IE/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IuSBxj6xXHI/TlHSTWuB1aI/AAAAAAAABHE/GdO3GEGz1IE/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643523038029927842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Roasting smores. An Erekson family favorite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0emXPogfTk/TlHSTL9AAyI/AAAAAAAABG8/rDqnOZ6r4Zs/s1600/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0emXPogfTk/TlHSTL9AAyI/AAAAAAAABG8/rDqnOZ6r4Zs/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643523035139932962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both moms and all three grandkids! What a shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUrS23sUq-M/TlHSUK4O6VI/AAAAAAAABHc/QVaq8aDTOpo/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUrS23sUq-M/TlHSUK4O6VI/AAAAAAAABHc/QVaq8aDTOpo/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643523052031371602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nana and Grandad along for a boat ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7CDCstifQA/TlHQ2TAxCDI/AAAAAAAABGc/6yrNIBliitk/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7CDCstifQA/TlHQ2TAxCDI/AAAAAAAABGc/6yrNIBliitk/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643521439306942514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bristol loves her ice cream. Doesn't get much better than Ice Cream Alley! We love it there! HUGE scoops  for not much! Bristol's favorite is "pink" ice cream. The mixture of pink ice cream and hot weather made quite a mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmdm10PN6gc/TlHQ2EYC8uI/AAAAAAAABGU/EwvLsEnA3Ts/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmdm10PN6gc/TlHQ2EYC8uI/AAAAAAAABGU/EwvLsEnA3Ts/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643521435378053858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bristol's first tube ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Faster Grandpa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzbQSiq7ZW4/TlHQ3UY3gwI/AAAAAAAABG0/3O5kjoicAfE/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzbQSiq7ZW4/TlHQ3UY3gwI/AAAAAAAABG0/3O5kjoicAfE/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643521456856335106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Home made ice cream...mmmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bK3CA2vLR_4/TlHQ2rGydiI/AAAAAAAABGk/VPXgSZ3zrGM/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bK3CA2vLR_4/TlHQ2rGydiI/AAAAAAAABGk/VPXgSZ3zrGM/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643521445774652962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uncle Grant brought home the BEST hammocks from his mission in Brazil. We had too much fun being lazy in them together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0EFp2RLlvA/TlHQ3OL85TI/AAAAAAAABGs/-uax9RXWqak/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0EFp2RLlvA/TlHQ3OL85TI/AAAAAAAABGs/-uax9RXWqak/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643521455191549234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7925563716735611711?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7925563716735611711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7925563716735611711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7925563716735611711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7925563716735611711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/08/annual-mccall-trip.html' title='Annual McCall trip'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhE4TOZeb2s/TlHVAC4XURI/AAAAAAAABIM/k65irg18wDQ/s72-c/IMG_0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-6078170855859184403</id><published>2011-08-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T21:51:55.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><title type='text'>Moves from the Past</title><content type='html'>TyRell and I have been married since December of '06. That makes 4 1/2 years. Wanna know how many times we have moved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our move on Tuesday will make TEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our rundown. (I know, boring. But hey, I don't want to forget!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2007&lt;/span&gt;: we had our first apartment in Logan.&lt;br /&gt;It was teeny, but quaint. Really close to campus. We were both in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 2007&lt;/span&gt;: we moved to Valejo, CA.&lt;br /&gt;Ty sold for Stone Security and I worked in the office. We went to baseball games, checked out San Francisco, and stayed safe luckily! This is where we found the name "Bristol" for a future daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 2007&lt;/span&gt;: moved back to a different apartment in Logan.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this year is a blur. Seriously! We were both still in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 2008&lt;/span&gt;: moved to Riverside, CA.&lt;br /&gt;We visited Ty's mission in Mexico, and Ty sold for Stone Alarm. This is where we found out Bristol was on her way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 2008&lt;/span&gt;: moved back to Logan&lt;br /&gt;I continued with my last semester of school, student teaching. It was hard being pregnant, but I graduated in December. Ty...still in school! And our little Bris was born! What a joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 2009&lt;/span&gt;: moved to San Jose, CA&lt;br /&gt;Little Bris became quite the traveler. Another summer in Cali! Having family close by made it a bit better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 2009&lt;/span&gt;: moved back to Logan&lt;br /&gt;TyRell graduated with his bachelors, we went on a great cruise, and we prepped for the masters program coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 2010&lt;/span&gt;: moved to Nanaimo, B.C., Canada&lt;br /&gt;Now Bris was really the world traveler. Ty sold for APX, and I played with Bris! This is where we found out Tytan was on his way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 2010&lt;/span&gt;: moved to the Victoria, Canada&lt;br /&gt;Our office was a traveling office...so after living in a hotel for a while, we finally made it to Victoria. Whenever I think of this place I get sick. Literally. I was so sick while we lived there...maybe one day I'll get over that! Thanks Big T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 2010&lt;/span&gt;: moved back to Logan&lt;br /&gt;Ty graduated with his Masters in Accounting, and Big T. joined us here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 2011&lt;/span&gt;: move to Boise, Id.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you Logan. You have been great to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-6078170855859184403?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6078170855859184403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=6078170855859184403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6078170855859184403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/6078170855859184403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/08/moves-from-past.html' title='Moves from the Past'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8904590247856960465</id><published>2011-08-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:25:59.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>RunP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTMPhxzW9ng/Tk6qOtsPg7I/AAAAAAAABGM/Z2EZX9jMJXM/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTMPhxzW9ng/Tk6qOtsPg7I/AAAAAAAABGM/Z2EZX9jMJXM/s320/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642634552901862322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I read "The Help" by Katheryn Stockett. Loved the book! Last night I went to the movie with a few girlfriends. It was so great! A movie is at it's best when it makes you laugh, cry, and hurt in two hours! This hit the spot. I loved it! You have to go see it. To make the evening  even better was how it all started!&lt;br /&gt;We were in line deciding what treats to get. I made a joke about how if i got the BIG drink that I would have to pee half way through the movie. Well, the poor kid behind the counter said, "This might sound awkward, but did you know that there is an app that lets you know when there is a slow spot in the movie so you can...RUN P!" I started laughing so hard! I don't have a smart phone, so this may be late news to some of you, but it's not to me! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to packing. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8904590247856960465?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8904590247856960465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8904590247856960465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8904590247856960465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8904590247856960465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/08/runp.html' title='RunP'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTMPhxzW9ng/Tk6qOtsPg7I/AAAAAAAABGM/Z2EZX9jMJXM/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2160230573613309651</id><published>2011-08-04T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:09:39.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TyRell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USU'/><title type='text'>Edumicated and Gradiated...almost</title><content type='html'>TyRell has his last day of school EVER tomorrow. I know that he is excited, but I think that my excitement is right up there with his.  He has worked so hard and sacrificed so much to finish school. We are sure ready to move onto the next chapter in life. I am proud of him! I have felt truly blessed. Every summer for the last 5 years he has worked selling alarm systems far away from home. He has missed out on his beloved backpacking and fishing trips all to make money. However, this money has provided a wonderful lifestyle for us throughout the school year where he doesn't have to worry about work and is able to take a full load of classes. Truly blessed. If I could think of good enough words to brag about him more I would...but they don't exist! As for graduation presents you ask? Ha, don't have one yet. I know what I'm getting for him, but maybe a picture of it will have to do. You can't buy them here in Logan...you will just have to wait and see! But we are having a good little celebration this weekend by going camping. The Steven's side is having a family reunion and we are headed there right after class tomorrow! Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2160230573613309651?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2160230573613309651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2160230573613309651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2160230573613309651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2160230573613309651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/08/edumicated-and-gradiatedalmost.html' title='Edumicated and Gradiated...almost'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2798793372073200773</id><published>2011-08-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:25:16.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USU'/><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>This Friday TyRell "graduates" with his MAcc from USU. Time has gone by so incredibly fast! It doesn't seem like that long ago my parents were driving me down here to Logan from Boise for my Freshman year of college. That was SEVEN YEARS ago! It honestly feels like yesterday. I sat behind my dad and cried the whole way there. I sucked it up while I met my roommates and said my good byes, but then cried again all night knowing that I had left my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, seven years, one marriage, and two great kids later I'm fighting the tears and emotions as we look for a home in the Boise area. TyRell was offered and accepted a job in Eagle, Id. and begins August 29th. We are so incredibly grateful and excited to have work and be able to finally settle down somewhere! I am excited to be near my family and have Bristol's and Tytan's cousins close by. At the same time I am so sad to be leaving Logan. Logan has become my home. I have GREAT friends here, and have created so many memories in this area. It will always hold a special place in my heart. Logan has been very generous and i will be forever grateful for my experiences here. i am also so thankful for the many opportunities that lay ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't sure when we are moving, or where to exactly yet. But it is coming shortly! Wish us luck as we house hunt, and please leave any advice if you have any!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2798793372073200773?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2798793372073200773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2798793372073200773&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2798793372073200773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2798793372073200773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7885465590605209662</id><published>2011-07-31T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:14:58.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oakley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>WILDE Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>The Wilde family reunion was held in Oakley, Ut at Grandma and Grandpa Wilde's home. It is beautiful there. Bristol rode a REAL pony. Yes, I said REAL pony. A while back Ty and I brought my sister Ashley to Oakley. As we were entering the valley there is a very large red barn. It's not your typical barn, but more like a "Hollywood" barn that you would see in the movies. Ashley saw it and exclaimed "Look, a REAL barn." Ty and I just laughed. Well, you might laugh at me, but I always thought that a pony was just another name for a baby horse. When I'm wrong I'll admit it, and boy was I wrong. This is a REAL pony. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKrue-B4aLk/TjYYtN_OcwI/AAAAAAAABGE/uaykGpISgVo/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKrue-B4aLk/TjYYtN_OcwI/AAAAAAAABGE/uaykGpISgVo/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635719148828783362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so proud of Bristol for riding it too! I have always said that I believe horses to be one of God's most beautiful creatures, and I'm pretty afraid of them. Ty's cousins have it out to change my mind, but until then Bristol is braver than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1Eok3VXOiI/TjYYswCDNpI/AAAAAAAABF8/oXG9P7UIkes/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1Eok3VXOiI/TjYYswCDNpI/AAAAAAAABF8/oXG9P7UIkes/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635719140787566226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjbW1xMvy-Y/TjYYsqoiWgI/AAAAAAAABF0/p0JJ57BVpEk/s1600/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjbW1xMvy-Y/TjYYsqoiWgI/AAAAAAAABF0/p0JJ57BVpEk/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635719139338377730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVPzuxnLmMM/TjYYsZ3R4lI/AAAAAAAABFs/ZKYp7SFKh5Y/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVPzuxnLmMM/TjYYsZ3R4lI/AAAAAAAABFs/ZKYp7SFKh5Y/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635719134836810322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a picture, but Ty's Mom, Aunt, and cousin all twirled the baton and brought them to the reunion. It brought back some great memories of my twirling days. I had so much fun twirling when I was younger, and it was great to try and do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7885465590605209662?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7885465590605209662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7885465590605209662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7885465590605209662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7885465590605209662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/07/wilde-family-reunion.html' title='WILDE Family Reunion'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKrue-B4aLk/TjYYtN_OcwI/AAAAAAAABGE/uaykGpISgVo/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-2550676775784269988</id><published>2011-07-31T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:56:42.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have some great friends here in Logan. Bristol has some pretty cute buddies.First, her little bro "Big T." Aren't they cute? I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G83GvHn2ojg/TjYVSbBjzqI/AAAAAAAABFk/r4GCQLD7La4/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G83GvHn2ojg/TjYVSbBjzqI/AAAAAAAABFk/r4GCQLD7La4/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635715389936881314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Meet Brock. I caught them like this after they had been swimming at the aquatic center. Too funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7j8lwO4oMc/TjYVR9TpJ5I/AAAAAAAABFc/WBoFqZ0h-1U/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7j8lwO4oMc/TjYVR9TpJ5I/AAAAAAAABFc/WBoFqZ0h-1U/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635715381959665554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-2550676775784269988?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2550676775784269988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=2550676775784269988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2550676775784269988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/2550676775784269988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/07/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S.'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G83GvHn2ojg/TjYVSbBjzqI/AAAAAAAABFk/r4GCQLD7La4/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-4275076276700627938</id><published>2011-07-31T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:45:53.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oakley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>4th of July...a Titch Behind</title><content type='html'>The 4th of July this year was great! Most traditions I LOVE. Parades, rodeos, fireworks, BBQs, however one this year was quite different than the rest. It'll take some getting used to. At 5AM in Oakley, Ut a cannon is fired every 10 or so minutes down the streets of town for about an hour. 5AM! However, the rest of the day was great. It all started with a fun parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tG8VbTh0mLg/TjYP6RU2z_I/AAAAAAAABE8/9h3xY5ZiIfY/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tG8VbTh0mLg/TjYP6RU2z_I/AAAAAAAABE8/9h3xY5ZiIfY/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635709477458464754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_L3AiC3LTY/TjYP6CXW8BI/AAAAAAAABE0/5gYQm1G0vPA/s1600/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_L3AiC3LTY/TjYP6CXW8BI/AAAAAAAABE0/5gYQm1G0vPA/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635709473442426898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Followed by some good ol' rodeo'in. The Oakley rodeo was a BLAST. I've only ever been to a few, and this one was great. World class cowboys, "Princesses" as Bristol called the rodeo queens, and some great bull riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUtEdOj63gE/TjYP64arisI/AAAAAAAABFM/4CBSWznXaKs/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUtEdOj63gE/TjYP64arisI/AAAAAAAABFM/4CBSWznXaKs/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635709487951874754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paying respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Jqxm5VGAA/TjYP6hnt5UI/AAAAAAAABFE/VyIxEnBTsi0/s1600/IMG_0044%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Jqxm5VGAA/TjYP6hnt5UI/AAAAAAAABFE/VyIxEnBTsi0/s320/IMG_0044%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635709481832539458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKTbvs_VQ1A/TjYQxtcIVRI/AAAAAAAABFU/L4_1qCmPqHA/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKTbvs_VQ1A/TjYQxtcIVRI/AAAAAAAABFU/L4_1qCmPqHA/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635710429897970962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It almost felt like date night. Having the kid's grandparent's around is great! They love to hold the kids which sure frees us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdJPLI46WWg/TjYP5wLF5oI/AAAAAAAABEs/wRbZHaAi9Tk/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdJPLI46WWg/TjYP5wLF5oI/AAAAAAAABEs/wRbZHaAi9Tk/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635709468559140482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A painting of Grandpa Wilde on one of the walls at the Oakley Rodeo Grounds. Leon Wilde is TyRell's Grandpa on his Mom's side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-4275076276700627938?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4275076276700627938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=4275076276700627938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4275076276700627938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/4275076276700627938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-julya-titch-behind.html' title='4th of July...a Titch Behind'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tG8VbTh0mLg/TjYP6RU2z_I/AAAAAAAABE8/9h3xY5ZiIfY/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7251571063730230639</id><published>2011-07-10T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:19:01.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>BEAR LAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A couple of weekends ago we packed up and drove to Bear Lake. We just relaxed and had a good time in the sun! Getting ready to go was quite funny. Bristol wanted to be "packed " so I threw in the trunk. Next thing I knew she wanted her princess helmet on. I couldn't resist taking a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2quXHFVBcY/Thpbxvla7sI/AAAAAAAABEM/SIQWm3K9N8c/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627911594497994434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2quXHFVBcY/Thpbxvla7sI/AAAAAAAABEM/SIQWm3K9N8c/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSOsJ5RAh0Y/ThpbypmLTgI/AAAAAAAABEk/O17N6XU5kTM/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627911610070420994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSOsJ5RAh0Y/ThpbypmLTgI/AAAAAAAABEk/O17N6XU5kTM/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRnchfA5ttk/ThpbyRN_kaI/AAAAAAAABEc/EstBAhS5Em4/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627911603526537634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRnchfA5ttk/ThpbyRN_kaI/AAAAAAAABEc/EstBAhS5Em4/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGFJd65B8jE/Thpbx2beePI/AAAAAAAABEU/q88GO63ODr0/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627911596335331570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGFJd65B8jE/Thpbx2beePI/AAAAAAAABEU/q88GO63ODr0/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time! You can't go to Bear Lake without getting a Raspberry Shake, which we did! Both of the kids slept the whole way home, I think that they had a great time!&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/7313842849350824294-7251571063730230639?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7251571063730230639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7251571063730230639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7251571063730230639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7251571063730230639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/07/bear-lake.html' title='BEAR LAKE'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2quXHFVBcY/Thpbxvla7sI/AAAAAAAABEM/SIQWm3K9N8c/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7438751493986331374</id><published>2011-07-01T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T06:45:36.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim McGraw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Tim McGraw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A bit ago in Boise, Hailey, Chrissy, Kate, and I enjoyed an AMAZING concert! My Dad and Annie weren't able to go, so Kate and I got their tickets. Can you spell L.U.C.K.Y.? It was so much fun. I always tell myself, "Why would I buy tickets to go to a concert when I can just listen to their CD?" Well let me remind all of you...it is SO MUCH BETTER LIVE!  Seriously, if you are ever contemplating, just get the tickets. We had a blast. Our seats were wicked close to the stage. Literally perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPN36CH9Dv4/Tg8eN7t45JI/AAAAAAAABDk/dDyGTUEL8EI/s1600/IMG_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPN36CH9Dv4/Tg8eN7t45JI/AAAAAAAABDk/dDyGTUEL8EI/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624747684326335634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Band Perry opened first. They are sooooo good. Very entertaining, and totally better than the radio or CD. That doesn't happen very often, but they were great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJq2dHth-BM/Tg8eNlszSHI/AAAAAAAABDc/7cZjfVpuieA/s1600/IMG_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJq2dHth-BM/Tg8eNlszSHI/AAAAAAAABDc/7cZjfVpuieA/s320/IMG_1280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624747678416193650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chrissy, Hailey, Me, Kate. Kate looks so cute pregnant, and she was a trooper considering we pretty much stood for the whole concert! I think that the ice cream before and the roasted peanuts during helped a little!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSWICZT9prI/Tg8eOM4zsXI/AAAAAAAABDs/S_ICisIXL6k/s1600/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSWICZT9prI/Tg8eOM4zsXI/AAAAAAAABDs/S_ICisIXL6k/s320/IMG_1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624747688935534962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Luke Bryan. 'Nuff said! He is cute! Very entertaining and a great voice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDoM5KZRYaE/Tg8epeQ2zmI/AAAAAAAABD0/UB61yMBY0bY/s1600/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDoM5KZRYaE/Tg8epeQ2zmI/AAAAAAAABD0/UB61yMBY0bY/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624748157456272994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And now for the hunk of meat himself. WOW! He is so great! A very real, and down to earth performer. He is so good, no wonder he has won so many awards.  He came out on a stage that we didn't even know was there and ended up being a lot closer to us than we thought he would be. I was shaking with excitement! There is nothing like Tim McGraw live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVvifWrprys/Tg8eptplzpI/AAAAAAAABD8/HoXiTbjYk1I/s1600/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVvifWrprys/Tg8eptplzpI/AAAAAAAABD8/HoXiTbjYk1I/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624748161586548370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7438751493986331374?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7438751493986331374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7438751493986331374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7438751493986331374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7438751493986331374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/07/tim-mcgraw.html' title='Tim McGraw'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPN36CH9Dv4/Tg8eN7t45JI/AAAAAAAABDk/dDyGTUEL8EI/s72-c/IMG_1277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-8537998777312990254</id><published>2011-06-29T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:53:42.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TyRell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Canyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>GRAND CANYON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you are jealous. As am I. However, these pictures are beautiful! I made TyRell promise to take a ton of pictures, and now I have a full file folder of them! These are only a few. I can't believe I missed it...one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW_rKjmu60/Tgv9IENohxI/AAAAAAAABDU/V_mUIybp_Oc/s1600/DSC00379.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW_rKjmu60/Tgv9IENohxI/AAAAAAAABDU/V_mUIybp_Oc/s320/DSC00379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623866874713900818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TyRell and my cousin Dan hiked 7 miles down the canyon to meet up with the rest of the crew who had already been on the river for a few days. The hike was supposed to take about 4 hours, but it ended up only take about an hour. The poor guys got up sooooo early so as not to hike in the heat. It sure worked! Hence the jackets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjoQ9qzrNW4/Tgv9HBIKhdI/AAAAAAAABC8/Vi9Ki0f4qK4/s1600/DSC00619.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjoQ9qzrNW4/Tgv9HBIKhdI/AAAAAAAABC8/Vi9Ki0f4qK4/s320/DSC00619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623866856705787346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NODcS7HVg3w/Tgv9HRMO6JI/AAAAAAAABDE/AGqna9SiTTU/s1600/DSC00594.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NODcS7HVg3w/Tgv9HRMO6JI/AAAAAAAABDE/AGqna9SiTTU/s320/DSC00594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623866861017819282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved these pictures! This water flowed into the the Colorado, and is so beautifully blue! I guess it was quite a bit warmer than the river, so they had quite a fun time swimming in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCZCx4l4Ymg/Tgv9H-dBNBI/AAAAAAAABDM/PzEZl2tKBLc/s1600/DSC00519.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCZCx4l4Ymg/Tgv9H-dBNBI/AAAAAAAABDM/PzEZl2tKBLc/s320/DSC00519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623866873167819794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TyRell, Chrissy, and Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-8537998777312990254?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8537998777312990254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=8537998777312990254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8537998777312990254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/8537998777312990254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-know-you-are-jealous.html' title='GRAND CANYON'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW_rKjmu60/Tgv9IENohxI/AAAAAAAABDU/V_mUIybp_Oc/s72-c/DSC00379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-7697044435817808467</id><published>2011-06-24T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:08:13.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Sunshine and Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow it's been getting hot around here! FINALLY! Logan is beautiful in the Summer. I have lived here for six years, and have never had a summer here. So, it's about time right? We are loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyhzv_J6pdM/TgVpAnzLqtI/AAAAAAAABCs/1q8po5pT5qk/s1600/IMG_1321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622015169246505682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyhzv_J6pdM/TgVpAnzLqtI/AAAAAAAABCs/1q8po5pT5qk/s320/IMG_1321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big T is content as long as he has something to put in his mouth. He had his 4 month check up today! 19 lbs and 27 1/2 inches. Amazing! He is grabbing things put in front of him, and can roll from his back to his side, almost to his tummy. That thumb usually in his mouth gets in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvZ4S8Ho1xE/TgVpAS_04cI/AAAAAAAABCk/-vu0tlb2kYw/s1600/IMG_1320.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622015163662393794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvZ4S8Ho1xE/TgVpAS_04cI/AAAAAAAABCk/-vu0tlb2kYw/s320/IMG_1320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mr. bought Bristol a princess wading pool. She loves it! She is completely obsessed with princesses lately. Her flavor of the week...Arial. She calls us all princesses, even Dad. Ha! It is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kes8kVKDwbA/TgVoyTizAYI/AAAAAAAABCc/8RknXiUT1Iw/s1600/IMG_1317.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622014923290902914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kes8kVKDwbA/TgVoyTizAYI/AAAAAAAABCc/8RknXiUT1Iw/s320/IMG_1317.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313842849350824294-7697044435817808467?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7697044435817808467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=7697044435817808467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7697044435817808467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/7697044435817808467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunshine-and-summer-time.html' title='Sunshine and Summer Time'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyhzv_J6pdM/TgVpAnzLqtI/AAAAAAAABCs/1q8po5pT5qk/s72-c/IMG_1321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313842849350824294.post-3825639582963061324</id><published>2011-06-07T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T07:07:39.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tytan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>LATELY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, you may be wondering what we have been up to lately! Well, here we are in all of our glory. Tytan has been growing like a little weed. We call him "Big T" still, it fits. Bristol is enjoying any warm weather she can get, and her vocabulary has blossomed. It is amazing how much she learns in one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2c4llHaDEHI/Te7-V9dn13I/AAAAAAAABCU/5kEOvChg7UE/s1600/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615705438607103858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2c4llHaDEHI/Te7-V9dn13I/AAAAAAAABCU/5kEOvChg7UE/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TyRell got pretty sick of Tytan's BSU hat (thanks to Jeffrey) and so he got him a USU hat. I love it. He looks good in Aggie Blue! We got a big laugh out of Bristol holding him the other day. He is only about 7 lbs. lighter than she is. They are quite the pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-el6n646UqNM/Te7-VRj702I/AAAAAAAABCM/kAjDw5dj5uM/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615705426822419298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-el6n646UqNM/Te7-VRj702I/AAAAAAAABCM/kAjDw5dj5uM/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a hunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UZUapjItQI/Te7-U0R7iGI/AAAAAAAABCE/Z0qkmb4YDZM/s1600/IMG_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615705418962274402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UZUapjItQI/Te7-U0R7iGI/AAAAAAAABCE/Z0qkmb4YDZM/s320/IMG_1224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bristol loves swimming at Nana and Grandpa's. This last week while Ty was gone, she got quite a bit of swimming in. The pool was really warm, but this evening the wind was whipping up. So, she announced that she was cold. She ran and got her blankie, which can't feel complete without her bink, and proceeded to cover herself in the pool. I just laughed. She sat there for a good little while in the water! She is becoming quite the little fish! Don't get water in her ears though, she doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the little yellow flower in the background? My Mom's poor garden suffered some picking. She loves "fowlers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HO2cBvHGT8I/Te7-UfwGUKI/AAAAAAAABB8/yj0HmZtJD58/s1600/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615705413451665570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HO2cBvHGT8I/Te7-UfwGUKI/AAAAAAAABB8/yj0HmZtJD58/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gsbv4zk8hig/Te7-UFk9DxI/AAAAAAAABB0/-q_1vU68MmI/s1600/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615705406425599762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gsbv4zk8hig/Te7-UFk9DxI/AAAAAAAABB0/-q_1vU68MmI/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My "Big T" in his Aggie Blue. He is such a handsome little man. We love him to pieces. Don't forget the camo!&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;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/7313842849350824294-3825639582963061324?l=tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/3825639582963061324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313842849350824294&amp;postID=3825639582963061324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3825639582963061324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313842849350824294/posts/default/3825639582963061324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrellandstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/06/lately.html' title='LATELY'/><author><name>Ty, Steph, Bris, Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02865242241880295930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v1K--1ePOOE/SHlOnuXzo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1KugBMckXXc/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2c4llHaDEHI/Te7-V9dn13I/AAAAAAAABCU/5kEOvChg7UE/s72-c/IMG_1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
