<?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-5612884781092957637</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:46:10.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy...for these are the Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-1679782052608513923</id><published>2011-06-28T16:19:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:01:55.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Rivera 2011</title><content type='html'>W-O-W. it was amazing. A whole 10 days with friends and my hubby. My mom and dad were amazing to come and stay with our kids at our house through the week and Cody's parents kept them on the weekends. It was crazy to be without any responsibilities. It was so foreign. No packing diapers, wipes, snacks, binkies. :) We ported at Cabo San Lucas and Puerto Vallarta. I attempted Scuba diving. Ha, i made it into the water and started to panic so i spent the day on the boat while everyone else experienced the sea life. Cody said it was amazing. I'm proud of him. And then we rented scooters in Cabo and toured the town. That was so great. It was an eye opener to see how these people live. It was a humbling experience for me. I complain alot about our house and the size. Woof. These families are living in shacks, literally. Pics to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Puerto Vallarta we went zip lining. That is a must if you visit there!!! That was the funnest adventure for me. We got to repel down a mountain and free fall. Ahhh, it was so not like me. I'm not too adventurous but the group we went with are super go getters. So it was good to get out of my comfort zone. Mexico was crazy but in a good way. I loved bartering for our goodies. That was pretty entertaining. And the cruise ship was so neat-o. All the food and the entertainment was superb. We loved it. Laying out, eating like a piggy, watching Kim the karoke D.J. was the highlight of out trip. He is classic. If you get on youtube and search the carnival karoake man you should find him. Or just click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G7Zwk6LrnY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What a hoot. By the end of the trip I was ready to see my babies. I couldn't wait to hold them and have them tell me everything I missed. Its funny how much you grow accustom to the chaos of children. Its always good to get away, it helps you appreciate all that you have back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a crazy amount of photos, so brace yourself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623499622618347746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5EDsA1YJvs/TgqvHLi1uOI/AAAAAAAABJg/oCHHpG1UP2U/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1c-J7f7Pkiw/TgqvG-Hj5eI/AAAAAAAABJY/k_foNVIDoF0/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623499619014272482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1c-J7f7Pkiw/TgqvG-Hj5eI/AAAAAAAABJY/k_foNVIDoF0/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQqCDnfBGXk/TgqvGla37uI/AAAAAAAABJQ/cMvrnPw6shI/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623499612384390882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQqCDnfBGXk/TgqvGla37uI/AAAAAAAABJQ/cMvrnPw6shI/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBXnTNpO4mE/TgqvGSAWAuI/AAAAAAAABJI/urj6kmZE6EI/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623499607172842210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBXnTNpO4mE/TgqvGSAWAuI/AAAAAAAABJI/urj6kmZE6EI/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtDn3K_F9b4/Tgqt_6sW28I/AAAAAAAABJA/fMZ8hQCPLds/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623498398324153282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtDn3K_F9b4/Tgqt_6sW28I/AAAAAAAABJA/fMZ8hQCPLds/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQg9ZSC1QTk/Tgqt_jzGgxI/AAAAAAAABI4/J1-P8rxt-kc/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623498392178426642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQg9ZSC1QTk/Tgqt_jzGgxI/AAAAAAAABI4/J1-P8rxt-kc/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats our boat in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPUu8NKr4jo/Tgqt_ZYZ6sI/AAAAAAAABIw/xg177yFLqTg/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623498389382097602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPUu8NKr4jo/Tgqt_ZYZ6sI/AAAAAAAABIw/xg177yFLqTg/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrFvtqw7xFs/Tgqt_KiDxJI/AAAAAAAABIo/H7AhZM5QGoQ/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623498385396057234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrFvtqw7xFs/Tgqt_KiDxJI/AAAAAAAABIo/H7AhZM5QGoQ/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTqzrdfnCnY/Tgqs63DrvHI/AAAAAAAABIg/7LPNSOHKm3U/s1600/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623497211937274994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTqzrdfnCnY/Tgqs63DrvHI/AAAAAAAABIg/7LPNSOHKm3U/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all the cute girlies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c57CdaZl374/Tgqs6XBNWfI/AAAAAAAABIY/wDUSykm1U7Y/s1600/DSC_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623497203336960498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c57CdaZl374/Tgqs6XBNWfI/AAAAAAAABIY/wDUSykm1U7Y/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the studs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdqFphAQ1M8/Tgqs6PhfAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/4_edweGztPc/s1600/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623497201324851202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdqFphAQ1M8/Tgqs6PhfAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/4_edweGztPc/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jZURty04n4/TgqsFuKhx7I/AAAAAAAABII/MDS7E7wFBg4/s1600/5-03-2011%2B194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623496299016996786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jZURty04n4/TgqsFuKhx7I/AAAAAAAABII/MDS7E7wFBg4/s320/5-03-2011%2B194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; scuba diving. yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gcLQJTWJWU/TgqsFRRUgiI/AAAAAAAABIA/8fiNikOY7tU/s1600/5-03-2011%2B262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623496291260858914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gcLQJTWJWU/TgqsFRRUgiI/AAAAAAAABIA/8fiNikOY7tU/s320/5-03-2011%2B262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjmahWlQUks/TgqriDoyK8I/AAAAAAAABH4/YMdGbGDb1NA/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623495686305754050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjmahWlQUks/TgqriDoyK8I/AAAAAAAABH4/YMdGbGDb1NA/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yep, he's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaMh9-375oo/TgqrhylxjuI/AAAAAAAABHw/VM1cfXMCiNw/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623495681729728226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaMh9-375oo/TgqrhylxjuI/AAAAAAAABHw/VM1cfXMCiNw/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0i8CR-x3Mk/TgqrhZiRWDI/AAAAAAAABHo/uUtX0ta6j5o/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623495675004147762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0i8CR-x3Mk/TgqrhZiRWDI/AAAAAAAABHo/uUtX0ta6j5o/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bartering for our goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ruNXq9FCp8/Tgqrg2CZJ-I/AAAAAAAABHg/BgkWkwuTs_U/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623495665475200994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ruNXq9FCp8/Tgqrg2CZJ-I/AAAAAAAABHg/BgkWkwuTs_U/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPVpTy04AxU/Tgqqfdje8eI/AAAAAAAABHY/EC82dd_RT5w/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623494542211609058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPVpTy04AxU/Tgqqfdje8eI/AAAAAAAABHY/EC82dd_RT5w/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuKD8zP_010/TgqqfCkSu4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/BoY3cQkhveY/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623494534967245698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuKD8zP_010/TgqqfCkSu4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/BoY3cQkhveY/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub7Bk0RsLYg/Tgqqerl5RAI/AAAAAAAABHI/QkRowQ1w3qk/s1600/DSC_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623494528799949826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub7Bk0RsLYg/Tgqqerl5RAI/AAAAAAAABHI/QkRowQ1w3qk/s320/DSC_0211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v10nECT6PWk/TgqqeRV_vuI/AAAAAAAABHA/41atIoQnuCU/s1600/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623494521753943778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v10nECT6PWk/TgqqeRV_vuI/AAAAAAAABHA/41atIoQnuCU/s320/DSC_0262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5612884781092957637-1679782052608513923?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/1679782052608513923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=1679782052608513923' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1679782052608513923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1679782052608513923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2011/06/mexican-rivera-2011.html' title='Mexican Rivera 2011'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5EDsA1YJvs/TgqvHLi1uOI/AAAAAAAABJg/oCHHpG1UP2U/s72-c/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-1989456990033611896</id><published>2011-06-28T15:07:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:19:22.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Austy's B-day, Easter and the Dunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start from the beginning. My mouse turned 7. Her friend party was a blast. We invited 5 girls over for dinner, movie, Easter egg hunt, and a sleepover. Yah, it was crazy but so much fun. I forgot what its like to have a house full of little girls. i LOVED it. No, really i did. the girls were so sweet and everyone got along. Here's proof.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiYDIy7UF1o/TgpEw47143I/AAAAAAAABFA/Bazg7tspJtA/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623382691433276274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiYDIy7UF1o/TgpEw47143I/AAAAAAAABFA/Bazg7tspJtA/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KijbaC4eHYc/TgpEwacd-eI/AAAAAAAABE4/QmONo1PQNTA/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623382683248622050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KijbaC4eHYc/TgpEwacd-eI/AAAAAAAABE4/QmONo1PQNTA/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKa-E31fk0A/TgpEwIxLwmI/AAAAAAAABEw/OlgNoMmirXk/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623382678503670370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKa-E31fk0A/TgpEwIxLwmI/AAAAAAAABEw/OlgNoMmirXk/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDATZ2S1hSA/TgpEvoLLHhI/AAAAAAAABEo/FahaHBInos4/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623382669754310162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDATZ2S1hSA/TgpEvoLLHhI/AAAAAAAABEo/FahaHBInos4/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose an iCarly cake. That girl and her love for Lubert. j/k. (You'll only get that if you watch the show :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUwruLxgpBQ/TgpF161YGNI/AAAAAAAABFI/a9FgE6OavdA/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623383877354002642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUwruLxgpBQ/TgpF161YGNI/AAAAAAAABFI/a9FgE6OavdA/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing so fast. She is so open with me. She always tells me when she has done something wrong or if shes having trouble. She also has the biggest heart. There was a little boy she knew from school that people would tease. He never wore new stylish clothes and his hair was never combed. So no one would sit by him at lunch or play with him at recess. When she told me this my heart broke and I started to tear up. She went on to say it hurt her feelings. That she tried to stick up for him and include him. I have never been so proud. I told her to set the example. Make sure you let him play and tell your friends just because some one is different doesn't mean they should be excluded or teased. And to put herself in his shoes. How awful would it be to not have any one sit by you or want to be your friend because of your outward appearance. We had one of those moments. One that a mom will never forget. She is such a blessing to me. We've come a long way together, me and my mouse. From the days we lived together making it through the single mom stage to this crazy, chaotic full house of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to Easter and the Dunes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter didn't come with too many photos. And if I was able to snap one it was blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn70sEWzoGo/TgpNhXWTfXI/AAAAAAAABFg/0HGlgapGDQI/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623392320324074866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn70sEWzoGo/TgpNhXWTfXI/AAAAAAAABFg/0HGlgapGDQI/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6QNzF685PI/TgpKgzKHCcI/AAAAAAAABFQ/NXBTB43Tz40/s1600/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623389012074367426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6QNzF685PI/TgpKgzKHCcI/AAAAAAAABFQ/NXBTB43Tz40/s320/May%2B2011%2Bcruise%2Bb%2Bday%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did I mention Austy's birthday and Easter were on the same day this year. Just a little FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also snuck in a trip to the dunes. There is nothing better then camping with a big group of friends/family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8Fm-nCq1YY/TgpOoHmkUmI/AAAAAAAABGA/KomOOBm5Vow/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623393535868031586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8Fm-nCq1YY/TgpOoHmkUmI/AAAAAAAABGA/KomOOBm5Vow/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brody the stud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_MiW4kQ8xU/TgpOn9faAHI/AAAAAAAABF4/i927pPfjR2A/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623393533153640562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_MiW4kQ8xU/TgpOn9faAHI/AAAAAAAABF4/i927pPfjR2A/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZmEIXOEfd0/TgpOnY-UUqI/AAAAAAAABFw/k1s0WVLusQk/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623393523351179938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZmEIXOEfd0/TgpOnY-UUqI/AAAAAAAABFw/k1s0WVLusQk/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5sFIoEVRzQ/TgpOnIQA-2I/AAAAAAAABFo/IanT8dlWwTA/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623393518862007138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5sFIoEVRzQ/TgpOnIQA-2I/AAAAAAAABFo/IanT8dlWwTA/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best investment / money pit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnoXZ1WmT8o/TgpPeDvh_cI/AAAAAAAABGg/hutSL2j7wGE/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623394462544821698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnoXZ1WmT8o/TgpPeDvh_cI/AAAAAAAABGg/hutSL2j7wGE/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skylee, Austy, Kelsey, and Berklee&lt;br /&gt;The 4 sand beauties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dXdgGHQCkEc/TgpPdxLATMI/AAAAAAAABGY/fHlft_G5jm0/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623394457559780546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dXdgGHQCkEc/TgpPdxLATMI/AAAAAAAABGY/fHlft_G5jm0/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02E6S9wgrOg/TgpPdbbnbMI/AAAAAAAABGQ/4pHJu_9yVCI/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623394451723873474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02E6S9wgrOg/TgpPdbbnbMI/AAAAAAAABGQ/4pHJu_9yVCI/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7J2DvdYGigQ/TgpPdKdrmqI/AAAAAAAABGI/QPsyYzgVofk/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623394447169133218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7J2DvdYGigQ/TgpPdKdrmqI/AAAAAAAABGI/QPsyYzgVofk/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvPvVhRlafc/TgpQIumPZnI/AAAAAAAABG4/X27sqiyr1XQ/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623395195603084914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvPvVhRlafc/TgpQIumPZnI/AAAAAAAABG4/X27sqiyr1XQ/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camping hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXLH9WS0v8I/TgpQIZkJUWI/AAAAAAAABGw/ZuT2ZxuxVL4/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623395189957153122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXLH9WS0v8I/TgpQIZkJUWI/AAAAAAAABGw/ZuT2ZxuxVL4/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our circle of trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DY3PH31A6E/TgpQIBsLMwI/AAAAAAAABGo/EUu7vyrSfdM/s1600/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623395183548379906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DY3PH31A6E/TgpQIBsLMwI/AAAAAAAABGo/EUu7vyrSfdM/s320/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all the little monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a great trip. It was our first time taking it out since Cody winterized it and i ended up flooding it, yee gads. Cody handled it pretty well. We've got a lot to learn about trailer maintenance but we are sure making some memories!!!&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/5612884781092957637-1989456990033611896?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/1989456990033611896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=1989456990033611896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1989456990033611896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1989456990033611896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2011/06/austys-b-day-easter-and-dunes.html' title='Austy&apos;s B-day, Easter and the Dunes'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiYDIy7UF1o/TgpEw47143I/AAAAAAAABFA/Bazg7tspJtA/s72-c/sand%2Bdunes%2Bapril%2B2011%2B037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-9109191005251827203</id><published>2011-05-10T11:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:45:38.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hola pedro</title><content type='html'>i have so much to blog about.... Austy's bday, woot woot the big 7!!! Easter and the long awaited CRUISE!!!! but i'll need like 2 hours to post it all so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-9109191005251827203?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/9109191005251827203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=9109191005251827203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9109191005251827203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9109191005251827203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2011/05/hola-pedro.html' title='hola pedro'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-5959235812630899542</id><published>2011-03-29T21:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:12:42.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of your comments were so sweet. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I really didn't think anyone ever checked this dusty old blog. But it meant alot to me to see that some still do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other day after some terrible wind I'd had enough. Poor Austy's hair just couldn't take me and the snarwls. So we a-lined it. And I LOVE IT!!! I am not a hair person. I don't know how to round brush for the life of me. But we are surviving and she looks so cute. Here's proof..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e69ZD4Cb828/TZKi9SAKTXI/AAAAAAAABEc/EEwvMCho_4s/s1600/austys%2Bhaircut%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589709261208440178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e69ZD4Cb828/TZKi9SAKTXI/AAAAAAAABEc/EEwvMCho_4s/s320/austys%2Bhaircut%2B001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u33enpR3Xz4/TZKi84My5GI/AAAAAAAABEU/KZl71hSvJLM/s1600/austys%2Bhaircut%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589709254282110050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u33enpR3Xz4/TZKi84My5GI/AAAAAAAABEU/KZl71hSvJLM/s320/austys%2Bhaircut%2B003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjoFZdTmLiQ/TZKi8q7TLAI/AAAAAAAABEM/MnKacQq2vDY/s1600/austys%2Bhaircut%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589709250719067138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjoFZdTmLiQ/TZKi8q7TLAI/AAAAAAAABEM/MnKacQq2vDY/s320/austys%2Bhaircut%2B006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just had to add this, a whistle and a miners light. He's off to do some serious workin' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am in love with animals. We went to my cousins lab. She's an AG teacher:) and we got to see the cutest little chicks and lambs. Oh Springtime is beautiful. Sweet babes. But my favorite was the geckos. I didn't even take pictures because I was so in love with them I couldn't stop smothering them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfJ10cEh11k/TZKi8ecW8-I/AAAAAAAABEE/HhEQSfOosJA/s1600/austys%2Bhaircut%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589709247368066018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfJ10cEh11k/TZKi8ecW8-I/AAAAAAAABEE/HhEQSfOosJA/s320/austys%2Bhaircut%2B007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pardon the eyes but she was so in love with this chickadee &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AtpqJrqKSQ/TZKi8I_iIcI/AAAAAAAABD8/rRECrD0HJps/s1600/austys%2Bhaircut%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589709241610019266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AtpqJrqKSQ/TZKi8I_iIcI/AAAAAAAABD8/rRECrD0HJps/s320/austys%2Bhaircut%2B008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brody contemplating the farm life...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Janette. What a fun night!&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/5612884781092957637-5959235812630899542?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/5959235812630899542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=5959235812630899542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5959235812630899542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5959235812630899542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2011/03/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e69ZD4Cb828/TZKi9SAKTXI/AAAAAAAABEc/EEwvMCho_4s/s72-c/austys%2Bhaircut%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2061902141332704032</id><published>2011-03-07T22:33:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:14:23.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time Benny my clothes are going out of style</title><content type='html'>Nobody probably reads this anymore but for the sake of my parents and my own memories here we go-&lt;br /&gt;* Christmas 2010 was a ball. Our family was complete and Cody didn't have to work. The kids enjoyed every last minute with Brody's four wheeler and Austy her American Girl Doll. But the best is obviously being with family. Nothing beats cuddling up and enjoying a little Christmas Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* January brought with it the obsession of THe Wizard of Oz. Brody and Austyn were just infatuated with it. Seriously when Netflix removed it from the instant list Brody shed a tear. He was in love with the green witch. He'd sit there glued to the tube with his fingers in his mouth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* February brought a Birthday for my Brody. #3. I just can't fathom where the time has gone. Potty trained-no. speaking fluent English-no. well behaved little boy-no. But best looking brown -eyed boy I know of-yes. He melts me like no other. "neese no spank me mom". I hear that phrase about 5 times a day. Priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;But February also brought with it alot of pain and sadness. Grieving for a loved one does not get easier. It doesn't pass in the first few years. For me it has only gotten harder. Every year there is that awful reminder of 'the day'. The day we all lost a piece of us. I know i am not the same person I was when Raech was here. Oh, how I miss her. And every year that passes it hurts more. The realisation that I will not see her or hug her until its my time to go devastates me. I &lt;strong&gt;literally&lt;/strong&gt; feel it hurt inside my chest when I think about what could have been. This year I spent a good week in my pajamas, lost. She had friends come out and meet with the 'rents' and go to lunch to reminisce. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't will myself to go see their smiley faces and talk about Raech in the former tense. I told my dad there are days were you push back the memories of Raech just to get through the day, to function for the ones left here. But in all of this I've made progress. I've let myself open up a little bit=It's OK to remember those smiles, those hugs, those amazing sister talks. It's OK to be mad and absolutely devastated. It's OK to have a breakdown and even alright for others to see those emotions. It was a tough month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*March brought Easton's 1st birthday. Oh that little easy going toad. He is going to be able to handle anything with a brother like Brody. He has an amazing 5 tooth grin and gray eyes. Wonder if that will be a permanent color? walking-no. weaned-no. sleeping through the night- yes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What you've waited for mom....... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas Eve 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581596876447579186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqIS5hxNhHU/TXXQyVwWfDI/AAAAAAAABD0/QQfdDySFAzM/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cVG_Doh-2s/TXXQyMIDLHI/AAAAAAAABDs/vLhcO2gTGgA/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581596873862622322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cVG_Doh-2s/TXXQyMIDLHI/AAAAAAAABDs/vLhcO2gTGgA/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoxRFU-xGto/TXXQxyV0IJI/AAAAAAAABDk/wPN1kZDP-LQ/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581596866941034642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoxRFU-xGto/TXXQxyV0IJI/AAAAAAAABDk/wPN1kZDP-LQ/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Practicing for Halloween '11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7crqSy-t1CI/TXXQG58hOMI/AAAAAAAABDc/4u9mKmzByHY/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581596130248046786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7crqSy-t1CI/TXXQG58hOMI/AAAAAAAABDc/4u9mKmzByHY/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching the Wizard of Oz for the 1st time &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hAvEAKZc3X4/TXXQGptpDMI/AAAAAAAABDU/hXBgwbxjGOo/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581596125890677954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hAvEAKZc3X4/TXXQGptpDMI/AAAAAAAABDU/hXBgwbxjGOo/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Bh-oObEHYY/TXXQGQEYEsI/AAAAAAAABDM/QlZphRPtrug/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581596119006712514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Bh-oObEHYY/TXXQGQEYEsI/AAAAAAAABDM/QlZphRPtrug/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nr17tmJd_58/TXXPtc2PtfI/AAAAAAAABDE/mvI0vs6ruMw/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581595692940375538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nr17tmJd_58/TXXPtc2PtfI/AAAAAAAABDE/mvI0vs6ruMw/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody is a tad worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXmstd39zV8/TXXPs1aTy_I/AAAAAAAABC8/AKJbez8DfQM/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581595682354220018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXmstd39zV8/TXXPs1aTy_I/AAAAAAAABC8/AKJbez8DfQM/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the way he is envying her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wlm1UPSYyb4/TXXPsi0d-xI/AAAAAAAABC0/IHrOcxO0SPg/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581595677363665682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wlm1UPSYyb4/TXXPsi0d-xI/AAAAAAAABC0/IHrOcxO0SPg/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5EHrYFSY0d4/TXXPsYoxH0I/AAAAAAAABCs/8xaj_msDTXg/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581595674630233922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5EHrYFSY0d4/TXXPsYoxH0I/AAAAAAAABCs/8xaj_msDTXg/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole fam damly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCp6peFIk0s/TXXPQBhP8nI/AAAAAAAABCk/dQT8k2c0JmU/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581595187388346994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCp6peFIk0s/TXXPQBhP8nI/AAAAAAAABCk/dQT8k2c0JmU/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64w_xf_qo_E/TXXPPgPquaI/AAAAAAAABCc/TvqaMImUor0/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581595178456234402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64w_xf_qo_E/TXXPPgPquaI/AAAAAAAABCc/TvqaMImUor0/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the dress up king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMvJH_1jtI/TXXPPaiM7oI/AAAAAAAABCU/KqCUzWyiUz4/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581595176923360898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMvJH_1jtI/TXXPPaiM7oI/AAAAAAAABCU/KqCUzWyiUz4/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jungle Jim's, Brody b-day, his face says it all. Look at Austy's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZmoaIPuvqI/TXXPPFoQ2QI/AAAAAAAABCM/4uiNj-FaQsA/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581595171311638786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZmoaIPuvqI/TXXPPFoQ2QI/AAAAAAAABCM/4uiNj-FaQsA/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RayIRkKjsQ0/TXXPOyTeUrI/AAAAAAAABCE/tOW30bsCS98/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581595166124167858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RayIRkKjsQ0/TXXPOyTeUrI/AAAAAAAABCE/tOW30bsCS98/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Put 'em up bucko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MgvtVwU_FHs/TXXOum2LE4I/AAAAAAAABB8/RqGsIsjtK00/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581594613292667778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MgvtVwU_FHs/TXXOum2LE4I/AAAAAAAABB8/RqGsIsjtK00/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skrMn2NpHSs/TXXOuJj25mI/AAAAAAAABB0/22i1A92BNyE/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581594605431219810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skrMn2NpHSs/TXXOuJj25mI/AAAAAAAABB0/22i1A92BNyE/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;um, I don't know about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEymdN2xkuc/TXXOtzdG3EI/AAAAAAAABBs/nBiXKEZJ3FM/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581594599497325634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEymdN2xkuc/TXXOtzdG3EI/AAAAAAAABBs/nBiXKEZJ3FM/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYM311NUwWg/TXXOttTN9SI/AAAAAAAABBk/fhrHPViLNAw/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581594597845234978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYM311NUwWg/TXXOttTN9SI/AAAAAAAABBk/fhrHPViLNAw/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh1B7KYQMuk/TXXOF3j2fPI/AAAAAAAABBc/rAYdUp9y-Wo/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581593913404587250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh1B7KYQMuk/TXXOF3j2fPI/AAAAAAAABBc/rAYdUp9y-Wo/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seriously best sister ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1EQxbiFoTs/TXXOFtx2SvI/AAAAAAAABBU/uhOzcLr6hJ4/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581593910778940146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1EQxbiFoTs/TXXOFtx2SvI/AAAAAAAABBU/uhOzcLr6hJ4/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My last baby??? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3ecdYwcXF4/TXXOFEJ12QI/AAAAAAAABBM/Im6EkDZUXK0/s1600/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581593899605285122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3ecdYwcXF4/TXXOFEJ12QI/AAAAAAAABBM/Im6EkDZUXK0/s320/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready for Spring!! I'm ready to see little ones in my backyard while I make dinner. Swinging in the sunshine. Running around with Sadie, playing catch. Eating ice cream and riding their bikes up and down our street. Oh those days are so close I can smell them. Woo Hoo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-2061902141332704032?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2061902141332704032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2061902141332704032' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2061902141332704032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2061902141332704032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-about-time-benny-my-clothes-are.html' title='It&apos;s about time Benny my clothes are going out of style'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqIS5hxNhHU/TXXQyVwWfDI/AAAAAAAABD0/QQfdDySFAzM/s72-c/overload%2Bmar%2B2011%2B019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-5443176223586306629</id><published>2010-11-25T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:34:22.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thanksgiving ya'll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TO8qPwXHd_I/AAAAAAAABAc/zXp0zthE4L0/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2010%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543696116484634610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TO8qPwXHd_I/AAAAAAAABAc/zXp0zthE4L0/s320/thanksgiving%2B2010%2B017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from our family to yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-5443176223586306629?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/5443176223586306629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=5443176223586306629' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5443176223586306629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5443176223586306629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving-yall.html' title='happy thanksgiving ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TO8qPwXHd_I/AAAAAAAABAc/zXp0zthE4L0/s72-c/thanksgiving%2B2010%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2391301037876984180</id><published>2010-11-10T22:06:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:38:43.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're back in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....</title><content type='html'>Man I can't believe I haven't posted in 2 months! Its about time, huh? And its basketball season at the Cox household so I'll have a lot of spare time when the kiddos are in bed. So I'll dedicate it to the ol' Internet! I was reading back through all this whoop-la and I can't believe how neat it is. I'm really glad I started this whole blog trend. Its going to make a great book when I get around to it. So lets re-cap the last two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been begging for a puppy and we finally found the right fit for this family.....meet our Sadie. We love this girl so much and she fits our family so well. Thanks mom for our early Christmas gift. The puppy stage is a little trifling but I know she is going to make an amazing loyal member of this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuB6fd62XI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6QnAKMvREdM/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538163008661543282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuB6fd62XI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6QnAKMvREdM/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuB6ATaBTI/AAAAAAAAA98/zVx6uwHUEXY/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538163000295949618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuB6ATaBTI/AAAAAAAAA98/zVx6uwHUEXY/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuBVGmdkoI/AAAAAAAAA90/A7FnYwG7Zvo/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538162366331327106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuBVGmdkoI/AAAAAAAAA90/A7FnYwG7Zvo/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuBU-lohqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/u2_jE5uDMVk/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538162364180367010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuBU-lohqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/u2_jE5uDMVk/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuBUuX3C4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/V_hufQ0683c/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538162359827630978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuBUuX3C4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/V_hufQ0683c/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuBARkLA-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/wiQQbwA1kGA/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538162008497259490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuBARkLA-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/wiQQbwA1kGA/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuA_2B8bGI/AAAAAAAAA9U/FdPcMVymuGA/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538162001105939554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuA_2B8bGI/AAAAAAAAA9U/FdPcMVymuGA/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuAvlMDF7I/AAAAAAAAA9M/gVSSHVc0Has/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538161721707009970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuAvlMDF7I/AAAAAAAAA9M/gVSSHVc0Has/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was super. I love this time of year. The smell of fall, football across the street, my memories of Raech! Oh, I just thrive on this time of year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuD3OvU-6I/AAAAAAAAA-s/-o8tdfcHSNo/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538165151654804386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuD3OvU-6I/AAAAAAAAA-s/-o8tdfcHSNo/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuD2yZphGI/AAAAAAAAA-k/96T23Ss6ZCM/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538165144047682658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuD2yZphGI/AAAAAAAAA-k/96T23Ss6ZCM/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuDTttI87I/AAAAAAAAA-c/5KXDei23tBQ/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538164541491835826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuDTttI87I/AAAAAAAAA-c/5KXDei23tBQ/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuDTQ5NsNI/AAAAAAAAA-U/QkWagoVM0i8/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538164533757849810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuDTQ5NsNI/AAAAAAAAA-U/QkWagoVM0i8/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuDS6WR2BI/AAAAAAAAA-M/jq_lgA4Lgco/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538164527705741330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuDS6WR2BI/AAAAAAAAA-M/jq_lgA4Lgco/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to sneak in one last time with the trailer thanks to the ward camp out. I think the kids had fun even though it wasn't a full 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuFKd5tpRI/AAAAAAAAA_E/R3KGDny2Qoc/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538166581654037778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuFKd5tpRI/AAAAAAAAA_E/R3KGDny2Qoc/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuFKDZVUlI/AAAAAAAAA-8/S3JEDbbZm3Q/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538166574538904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuFKDZVUlI/AAAAAAAAA-8/S3JEDbbZm3Q/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuFJSakLZI/AAAAAAAAA-0/a47PQdQpf20/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538166561390734738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuFJSakLZI/AAAAAAAAA-0/a47PQdQpf20/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woof. Look at those faces. Its been a great 2 months since I've posted. But one thing that keeps nagging at me is to &lt;strong&gt;slow down&lt;/strong&gt;, ENJOY. Not that we are super busy people but I just see how fast everything is moving. My kids are growing too fast. And i don't know if I'm really sucking up every moment I can. Just tonight Austy wanted me to come lay down with her. How often do I do that, actually get in the covers and rub her face tell she falls asleep? Not too often, there's always something urgent to take care of. Like the house or her brothers. But not tonight. Just her and I talking about school. There will come a day when mom won't be her confidant. And I can't stand to think about that. I came down stairs with tears in my eyes. And the boys, oh those boys. Never a dull moment with Brody. He seriously works me over every day. While making cookies today he literally asked me every 5 seconds if I was done yet? His little brain just doesn't understand time. I was losing my patience and then it hits. He's 2! This is how his mind works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brody: done yet mom? (in his version of english)&lt;br /&gt;me: nope, not yet&lt;br /&gt;Brody: ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Brody: done yet mom?&lt;br /&gt;me: nope, not yet&lt;br /&gt;Brody: ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;*repeat 6 more times*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His little language just melts me. His kisses, his eyes. They are so beautiful. And his little belly. Man that kid. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Easton. He is growing into such a wonderful child. He's quick. He's crawling and pulling himself up to everything. Smiling and laughing all the time which is a blessing because up until 7 months he was pretty miserable. But we passed that and now we are on to the teething. Yahoo. And he loves me. When I come home from being gone he'll start whimpering for me to hold him. Awww, just precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pics are random but needed to be posted. You know what I'm grateful for? My camera. Pictures are such a MUST! You can never have enough. So enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuLAekvI7I/AAAAAAAAA_0/g5milVcaSZs/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538173007105565618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuLAekvI7I/AAAAAAAAA_0/g5milVcaSZs/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody has to be just like his ju-ju. (that's how he says sister). Backpack and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuK_yKRjdI/AAAAAAAAA_s/8emx_lPfSRc/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172995183414738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuK_yKRjdI/AAAAAAAAA_s/8emx_lPfSRc/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuKpct1esI/AAAAAAAAA_k/U16WdvU8mcw/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172611469867714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuKpct1esI/AAAAAAAAA_k/U16WdvU8mcw/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuKo-1SG8I/AAAAAAAAA_c/MsCG0e8FTYA/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172603448040386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuKo-1SG8I/AAAAAAAAA_c/MsCG0e8FTYA/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuKn9zaJeI/AAAAAAAAA_U/IYP4I58mkxY/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172585991874018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuKn9zaJeI/AAAAAAAAA_U/IYP4I58mkxY/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuKnj7YF-I/AAAAAAAAA_M/UuHca9ofVOo/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172579045971938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuKnj7YF-I/AAAAAAAAA_M/UuHca9ofVOo/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about these two is how well they can play together. The dressed themselves up like runaways and took off through the backyard. SOOOOO cute. Its moments like this that you want to capture in a bottle and hold onto forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuLmkOF4II/AAAAAAAABAU/2Au8qtPwBnk/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538173661456228482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuLmkOF4II/AAAAAAAABAU/2Au8qtPwBnk/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuLmYVWTLI/AAAAAAAABAM/9_BXGwJme54/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538173658265439410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuLmYVWTLI/AAAAAAAABAM/9_BXGwJme54/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuLl_4sJYI/AAAAAAAABAE/Gd0I9EvLF-g/s1600/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538173651702785410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuLl_4sJYI/AAAAAAAABAE/Gd0I9EvLF-g/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538173646039558386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuLlqyeKPI/AAAAAAAAA_8/WSfHzatIWqI/s320/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Life is good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-2391301037876984180?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2391301037876984180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2391301037876984180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2391301037876984180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2391301037876984180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-were-back-in-5-4-3-2-1.html' title='And we&apos;re back in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TNuB6fd62XI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6QnAKMvREdM/s72-c/Sept-nov%2B2010%2B128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8271444927725055349</id><published>2010-08-24T10:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:31:08.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome School 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Late nights filled with bikes and ice cream cones. Sitting in the backyard watching the little ones slip 'n' slide. Watching the storm roll in while sitting in the dry swimming pool. Late nights at grandma and grandpas. Sleep overs. Oh, the brother/sister sleepovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPzNfl0ScI/AAAAAAAAA88/1R5xL3iFHx4/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509014182348212674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPzNfl0ScI/AAAAAAAAA88/1R5xL3iFHx4/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The carefree days of summer are over and this mommy is sad. I hope my little ones made great memories. I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouse is in 1st grade. &lt;strong&gt;All day school.&lt;/strong&gt; Some say that kindergarten is hard but I disagree. 1st grade is killing me. Not just becuase she is Brodys best friend but because she is my best friend too. Its 10:14 am and Brody and Easton are still snoozing. Man am I lonely. I miss her already. They grow way too fast. I wish that I could keep my kids at the prime age of pre-school. They get a little break from you for a couple of hours but you still get them the rest of the day. Watching their little bodies grow, their minds work, their little consciences telling them to apologize when they are naughty. I'm going to miss her..... But the worst: Brody is going to miss her more. Wish this little house some good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moms homemade lunch: a lunchable and a love note:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPxvdvKDrI/AAAAAAAAA80/j8ahGqa5lf4/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509012566942813874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPxvdvKDrI/AAAAAAAAA80/j8ahGqa5lf4/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; ****here's the girlie on her big day****&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPxl1SXv7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/rlS0q4_feTk/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509012401465835442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPxl1SXv7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/rlS0q4_feTk/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPxlAVyS1I/AAAAAAAAA8c/z7HPMJxCdfk/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509012387253078866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPxlAVyS1I/AAAAAAAAA8c/z7HPMJxCdfk/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509012380508662354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPxknNyqlI/AAAAAAAAA8U/t-tCwvWWYHY/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPxj0QrNII/AAAAAAAAA8M/lRokEn2WJ8w/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509012366830548098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPxj0QrNII/AAAAAAAAA8M/lRokEn2WJ8w/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*have a blast my little one*&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/5612884781092957637-8271444927725055349?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8271444927725055349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8271444927725055349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8271444927725055349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8271444927725055349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-school-2010.html' title='Welcome School 2010'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPzNfl0ScI/AAAAAAAAA88/1R5xL3iFHx4/s72-c/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2805056273044181294</id><published>2010-08-24T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:08:24.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPs2FFQbgI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oBbbCq2XJcc/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509007183025565186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPs2FFQbgI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oBbbCq2XJcc/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPs1kt3hSI/AAAAAAAAA78/_GgaD20PL9Q/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509007174337529122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPs1kt3hSI/AAAAAAAAA78/_GgaD20PL9Q/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPs0xn-Q8I/AAAAAAAAA70/b0JygI9tZrQ/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509007160622597058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPs0xn-Q8I/AAAAAAAAA70/b0JygI9tZrQ/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPs0JroDDI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Av_jk9ymUZk/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509007149900500018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPs0JroDDI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Av_jk9ymUZk/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPszca0PAI/AAAAAAAAA7k/HPWdC8Qs_Pk/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509007137750400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPszca0PAI/AAAAAAAAA7k/HPWdC8Qs_Pk/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby, why are you growing so fast?  Slow down. With your big sister going to school I'm already emotional. Please go easy on me. You make me giggle with those big eyes. And man your brother and sister just think you are the cats bananas. They love to kiss you and hold you. But the way you look at your sister, wow. That is true love. Last night Brody got his first right handed glove (he's left handed) and he was showing you. He had it right up in your face, telling you all about baseball. You guys are going to be the bestest of friends. (I hope).   easton baby I love you!!!&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/5612884781092957637-2805056273044181294?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2805056273044181294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2805056273044181294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2805056273044181294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2805056273044181294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/08/easton.html' title='Easton'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPs2FFQbgI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oBbbCq2XJcc/s72-c/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2781781526485589288</id><published>2010-08-24T09:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:58:30.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cherry hill</title><content type='html'>This was the cheapest and greatest vacay ever! We took our lovely home trailer up to Cherry Hills and spent a couple of days in the sun. This is my favorite; camping but not in real dirt. yes. We got some killer sun, slept in our new rig, and ate fresh pie every night. We soaked up every ounce of fun this place offered. Miniature golf was Austy's passion. She said that was the best and of course the Lazy River. But she went on every ride there. My little mouse, I just adore her. And Brody, wow, he is busy. His favorite was the lazy river, floating on Grandpa's back and just the plain old pools. Miniature golf with Brody is a hoot. He knew which color my ball was and he would pick it up after my first couple of hits and give it to me. He wanted to make sure I kept a low score, what a ham. And Easton was as easy as ever. All i had to do was feed him and then we'd take turns watching him. It was nice to do one more hoorah before school started and the carefree days of summer were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;austy with her new found floaties&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqtgBQntI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ZFO-EiOMtwk/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509004836614479570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqtgBQntI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ZFO-EiOMtwk/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqtgBQntI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ZFO-EiOMtwk/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Independent yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqtNzRrUI/AAAAAAAAA7U/v_F2W1sXH3s/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509004831723990338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqtNzRrUI/AAAAAAAAA7U/v_F2W1sXH3s/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqsRhR0pI/AAAAAAAAA7M/L8H2O95k9fk/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509004815542375058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqsRhR0pI/AAAAAAAAA7M/L8H2O95k9fk/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In mid-flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqRUCSNHI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ttmmLF7lEmc/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509004352361215090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqRUCSNHI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ttmmLF7lEmc/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqQ0IlVxI/AAAAAAAAA68/OJb_nCgFXN0/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509004343797700370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqQ0IlVxI/AAAAAAAAA68/OJb_nCgFXN0/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Practicing his escape plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqQEw2ujI/AAAAAAAAA60/4uD5aEi5bds/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509004331081710130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqQEw2ujI/AAAAAAAAA60/4uD5aEi5bds/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqPYpLzzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nRh04LP1NH4/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509004319238377266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqPYpLzzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nRh04LP1NH4/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPpQV-xfUI/AAAAAAAAA6k/utwGSddJn-Q/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509003236191862082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPpQV-xfUI/AAAAAAAAA6k/utwGSddJn-Q/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watching dad at bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPpPpRS9jI/AAAAAAAAA6c/8PTgHVOgkIw/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509003224189957682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPpPpRS9jI/AAAAAAAAA6c/8PTgHVOgkIw/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the infamous golf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPpPPq8qCI/AAAAAAAAA6U/K9lLxFefKNU/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509003217318225954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPpPPq8qCI/AAAAAAAAA6U/K9lLxFefKNU/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPpOdxZMYI/AAAAAAAAA6M/mEOZSbdm6Pc/s1600/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509003203923489154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPpOdxZMYI/AAAAAAAAA6M/mEOZSbdm6Pc/s320/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously best vacation ever. And look at those happy faces. What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-2781781526485589288?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2781781526485589288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2781781526485589288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2781781526485589288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2781781526485589288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/08/cherry-hill.html' title='cherry hill'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/THPqtgBQntI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ZFO-EiOMtwk/s72-c/cherry+hill+and+first+day+of+school+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-1164702091650669390</id><published>2010-07-25T18:13:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:26:35.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Utah Day!</title><content type='html'>Woo. We have had some fun despite the coughs and runny noses. We've been able to spend time with both sides of the family. We did a pool party/BBQ with my family. I love being with them. We set up the slip 'n' slide and everyone took a turn. Yes, even Grandma and I. The kids got their first experience with the ice cream truck man. Is it just me? Everytime I hear that music I think creep-o!! We did some fireworks with everyone on the 23rd. That was fun. I love that everyone gets along. (Cody's fam and mine). And then we partied it up with Cody's family on the 24th. Austy conquered her fear of swimming. Brody was Mr. Independent, which is way to scary for me when he's by the pool. And little Easton was mauled on by the ladies. It has been a good weekend. We ended it all with a block party. I love our neighborhood. We have the greatest neighbors ever. I went home early because Brody was a hot mess from the fireworks and I missed out on the cops. Those darn illegal fireworks. They'll get you everytime. Drum roll please.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498013100251541234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdyPLv7vI/AAAAAAAAA6E/PdSvQaDkDy0/s320/july+24th+2010+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdx8TTHkI/AAAAAAAAA58/SQEl0PmRAB0/s1600/july+24th+2010+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498013095182933570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdx8TTHkI/AAAAAAAAA58/SQEl0PmRAB0/s320/july+24th+2010+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdxdmWlEI/AAAAAAAAA50/lCxcm23X6L0/s1600/july+24th+2010+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498013086941353026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdxdmWlEI/AAAAAAAAA50/lCxcm23X6L0/s320/july+24th+2010+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdgE8km6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/4BTYwpONIfk/s1600/july+24th+2010+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012788265884578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdgE8km6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/4BTYwpONIfk/s320/july+24th+2010+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdfjJzOaI/AAAAAAAAA5k/VEL-RV7NXPI/s1600/july+24th+2010+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012779194562978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdfjJzOaI/AAAAAAAAA5k/VEL-RV7NXPI/s320/july+24th+2010+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdfOBAdoI/AAAAAAAAA5c/oIKf3nIRMyU/s1600/july+24th+2010+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012773520537218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdfOBAdoI/AAAAAAAAA5c/oIKf3nIRMyU/s320/july+24th+2010+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdet5jgkI/AAAAAAAAA5U/m0EkCGj0JSI/s1600/july+24th+2010+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012764899344962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdet5jgkI/AAAAAAAAA5U/m0EkCGj0JSI/s320/july+24th+2010+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdeEQwn9I/AAAAAAAAA5M/gebbtcQZZzA/s1600/july+24th+2010+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012753722384338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdeEQwn9I/AAAAAAAAA5M/gebbtcQZZzA/s320/july+24th+2010+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdA3S6zwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/DEyb0am7Adk/s1600/july+24th+2010+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012252025573122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdA3S6zwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/DEyb0am7Adk/s320/july+24th+2010+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdAU41NFI/AAAAAAAAA48/QZjL5HR7grk/s1600/july+24th+2010+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012242789348434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdAU41NFI/AAAAAAAAA48/QZjL5HR7grk/s320/july+24th+2010+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdAAl7c_I/AAAAAAAAA40/vMpcdNRoU1A/s1600/july+24th+2010+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012237341357042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdAAl7c_I/AAAAAAAAA40/vMpcdNRoU1A/s320/july+24th+2010+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzc_Zp4dFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/iG-NXHtcYGg/s1600/july+24th+2010+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012226888954962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzc_Zp4dFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/iG-NXHtcYGg/s320/july+24th+2010+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can you see the resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzc-wguKUI/AAAAAAAAA4k/agum4oT8B-E/s1600/july+24th+2010+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498012215844677954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzc-wguKUI/AAAAAAAAA4k/agum4oT8B-E/s320/july+24th+2010+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; woof. what a hot couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcecN78QI/AAAAAAAAA4c/4OgoF3fS1n4/s1600/july+24th+2010+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498011660641366274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcecN78QI/AAAAAAAAA4c/4OgoF3fS1n4/s320/july+24th+2010+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so all the pics from our firework extravaganza are kind of goofy, off centered, but yet I have some so thats all that matters. no complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcd_uwTLI/AAAAAAAAA4U/7or7q5XhzXU/s1600/july+24th+2010+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498011652994387122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcd_uwTLI/AAAAAAAAA4U/7or7q5XhzXU/s320/july+24th+2010+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcdrl-59I/AAAAAAAAA4M/pFDxcr_UcrQ/s1600/july+24th+2010+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498011647588886482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcdrl-59I/AAAAAAAAA4M/pFDxcr_UcrQ/s320/july+24th+2010+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcdJXu_-I/AAAAAAAAA4E/hhl2TS_GgDE/s1600/july+24th+2010+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498011638402318306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcdJXu_-I/AAAAAAAAA4E/hhl2TS_GgDE/s320/july+24th+2010+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcBkJhpHI/AAAAAAAAA38/QWzKGBnNP6U/s1600/july+24th+2010+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498011164554142834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcBkJhpHI/AAAAAAAAA38/QWzKGBnNP6U/s320/july+24th+2010+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcBLHx5JI/AAAAAAAAA30/JQLTOw21W5E/s1600/july+24th+2010+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498011157835932818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcBLHx5JI/AAAAAAAAA30/JQLTOw21W5E/s320/july+24th+2010+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; summer. shade. smoothies. smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcArBSHXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/wVqvvO1Nl9g/s1600/july+24th+2010+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498011149218749810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcArBSHXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/wVqvvO1Nl9g/s320/july+24th+2010+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcADo6RzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/-o5Rw6qvJs0/s1600/july+24th+2010+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498011138647541554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzcADo6RzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/-o5Rw6qvJs0/s320/july+24th+2010+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wow. totally our of order. this belongs with firework night. what a chub, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbo0q7eRI/AAAAAAAAA3c/y3aO8db6wKs/s1600/july+24th+2010+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498010739492485394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbo0q7eRI/AAAAAAAAA3c/y3aO8db6wKs/s320/july+24th+2010+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back to pool party. his jumper is the best babysitter EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzboUboZVI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Wo0UYSj_BAc/s1600/july+24th+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498010730838386002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzboUboZVI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Wo0UYSj_BAc/s320/july+24th+2010+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbn2y5stI/AAAAAAAAA3M/kHzrQR5_kdY/s1600/july+24th+2010+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498010722882925266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbn2y5stI/AAAAAAAAA3M/kHzrQR5_kdY/s320/july+24th+2010+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh, my babies all 4th of Julyed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbnZ6tM0I/AAAAAAAAA3E/80x1eCtGiC8/s1600/july+24th+2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498010715131032386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbnZ6tM0I/AAAAAAAAA3E/80x1eCtGiC8/s320/july+24th+2010+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you like the way sun brings out my freckles ten fold? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbQjTl7wI/AAAAAAAAA28/r1f6JVfm000/s1600/july+24th+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498010322514341634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbQjTl7wI/AAAAAAAAA28/r1f6JVfm000/s320/july+24th+2010+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbQJifRnI/AAAAAAAAA20/trsQI16jqoM/s1600/july+24th+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498010315597497970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbQJifRnI/AAAAAAAAA20/trsQI16jqoM/s320/july+24th+2010+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting for the ice cream truck to stop their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbPnSQGvI/AAAAAAAAA2s/zVWOFAXXDzo/s1600/july+24th+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498010306402589426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbPnSQGvI/AAAAAAAAA2s/zVWOFAXXDzo/s320/july+24th+2010+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tug of war with gramp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbO0rKSDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/HNEln5YeNsM/s1600/july+24th+2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498010292816857138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzbO0rKSDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/HNEln5YeNsM/s320/july+24th+2010+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and grand finale.....my mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-1164702091650669390?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/1164702091650669390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=1164702091650669390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1164702091650669390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1164702091650669390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-utah-day.html' title='Happy Utah Day!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEzdyPLv7vI/AAAAAAAAA6E/PdSvQaDkDy0/s72-c/july+24th+2010+097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-3674222584324128561</id><published>2010-07-18T23:06:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:09:33.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May thru July memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPj04i9yTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/XyFckfesdKc/s1600/may+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495486467993880882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPj04i9yTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/XyFckfesdKc/s320/may+2010+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austy and Daniel her first crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPj0t45PEI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zbBLMlwlynM/s1600/may+2010+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495486465133067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPj0t45PEI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zbBLMlwlynM/s320/may+2010+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPj0HQ6heI/AAAAAAAAA2M/kpOkkx48P_U/s1600/may+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495486454764832226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPj0HQ6heI/AAAAAAAAA2M/kpOkkx48P_U/s320/may+2010+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my little tug boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPjWIySDZI/AAAAAAAAA2E/c73_jUHlsCY/s1600/may+2010+%232+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495485939777146258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPjWIySDZI/AAAAAAAAA2E/c73_jUHlsCY/s320/may+2010+%232+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they caught a little starling in the backyard...crafty little monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPjVixEVEI/AAAAAAAAA18/xnxDj9NWXEs/s1600/may+2010+%232+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495485929571505218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPjVixEVEI/AAAAAAAAA18/xnxDj9NWXEs/s320/may+2010+%232+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPiQkcWliI/AAAAAAAAA1s/xfE8QpitgJo/s1600/may+2010+%232+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495484744610518562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPiQkcWliI/AAAAAAAAA1s/xfE8QpitgJo/s320/may+2010+%232+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPiQfM4b6I/AAAAAAAAA1k/wuMR4KiFDKs/s1600/may+2010+%232+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495484743203450786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPiQfM4b6I/AAAAAAAAA1k/wuMR4KiFDKs/s320/may+2010+%232+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPh01cfYHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1-2wOoayNI4/s1600/may+2010+%232+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495484268138160242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPh01cfYHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1-2wOoayNI4/s320/may+2010+%232+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look another gymnast in the making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPh0WLpK3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/Z4bC_-TYYe0/s1600/may+2010+%232+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495484259745999730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPh0WLpK3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/Z4bC_-TYYe0/s320/may+2010+%232+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhz2bmq7I/AAAAAAAAA1M/jyuV7D-b2_k/s1600/may+2010+%232+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495484251223010226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhz2bmq7I/AAAAAAAAA1M/jyuV7D-b2_k/s320/may+2010+%232+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton asleep in his jumper and Austy decorated him with blankets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhcvukmjI/AAAAAAAAA1E/h_zbAGVy3PU/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495483854286527026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhcvukmjI/AAAAAAAAA1E/h_zbAGVy3PU/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our rig. we think its pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhcBXZzFI/AAAAAAAAA08/5phwP0_EIaM/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495483841841318994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhcBXZzFI/AAAAAAAAA08/5phwP0_EIaM/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chubbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhbosn7bI/AAAAAAAAA00/aElYOxD8Oms/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495483835219439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhbosn7bI/AAAAAAAAA00/aElYOxD8Oms/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhIFkBKII/AAAAAAAAA0s/7SKTTEsO4LA/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495483499370588290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhIFkBKII/AAAAAAAAA0s/7SKTTEsO4LA/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sleeping in the cool bunk beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhHuDo_YI/AAAAAAAAA0k/b5-wV2UoeL4/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495483493060771202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhHuDo_YI/AAAAAAAAA0k/b5-wV2UoeL4/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhHMnpG0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/pZKk3StaqjE/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495483484084968258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPhHMnpG0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/pZKk3StaqjE/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgri92eCI/AAAAAAAAA0U/E3ksXmbSxoc/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495483009047361570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgri92eCI/AAAAAAAAA0U/E3ksXmbSxoc/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgrckGPgI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Jl3dixTN1WQ/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495483007328730626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgrckGPgI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Jl3dixTN1WQ/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgqzok9GI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Fp6oUIzXfig/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482996341666914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgqzok9GI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Fp6oUIzXfig/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgRQqHpDI/AAAAAAAAAz8/lieGSG6lYfA/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482557456163890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgRQqHpDI/AAAAAAAAAz8/lieGSG6lYfA/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgQ9X7xLI/AAAAAAAAAz0/HKga37RgSyg/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482552279614642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPgQ9X7xLI/AAAAAAAAAz0/HKga37RgSyg/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfUpbtwLI/AAAAAAAAAzs/tUXyxsSgIXM/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481516134613170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfUpbtwLI/AAAAAAAAAzs/tUXyxsSgIXM/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfUEn5e_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/SMwKyspnWhg/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481506253601778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfUEn5e_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/SMwKyspnWhg/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all decked out for baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfTthjf_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/V2lvLL-unws/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481500052979698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfTthjf_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/V2lvLL-unws/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pose for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfTMuN_cI/AAAAAAAAAzU/e-kzmZZHBbM/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481491247726018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfTMuN_cI/AAAAAAAAAzU/e-kzmZZHBbM/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfSmu5FdI/AAAAAAAAAzM/E19Kur65Nuk/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481481050002898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPfSmu5FdI/AAAAAAAAAzM/E19Kur65Nuk/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was a couple of days after his first surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPetmhROvI/AAAAAAAAAzE/sMqzVzFyDcA/s1600/extras+july+2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495480845337705202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPetmhROvI/AAAAAAAAAzE/sMqzVzFyDcA/s320/extras+july+2010+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at the contrasting   &lt;div&gt;colors of skin&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPetGO0cgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/6UtxIiFF3jA/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495480836670386690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPetGO0cgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/6UtxIiFF3jA/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4th of july celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPesl7rzpI/AAAAAAAAAy0/3mWZME-C3RU/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495480828000194194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPesl7rzpI/AAAAAAAAAy0/3mWZME-C3RU/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPesGYrlpI/AAAAAAAAAys/2W2EcXNjbiQ/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495480819531880082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPesGYrlpI/AAAAAAAAAys/2W2EcXNjbiQ/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPeriBa2uI/AAAAAAAAAyk/hwENxur446s/s1600/camping+june+-+july+2010+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495480809770638050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPeriBa2uI/AAAAAAAAAyk/hwENxur446s/s320/camping+june+-+july+2010+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah for sisters and sleepovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-3674222584324128561?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/3674222584324128561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=3674222584324128561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3674222584324128561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3674222584324128561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/07/may-thru-july-memories.html' title='May thru July memories'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/TEPj04i9yTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/XyFckfesdKc/s72-c/may+2010+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8126876874053797940</id><published>2010-07-18T21:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:15:17.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>First off..... I checked my followers. Who are you Helena Delmar??? If I know you let yourself be known. If not, leave a comment so I don't feel like i need to sleep with a 9mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the good stuff. A lot has happened since I've sat down for some me time. Here's the quick overview. We purchased an old but new to us trailer. Went off for a week of fun with my parents and had a ball. Brody had his tonsils removed..... (pure hell) He re-bled so they went back in and fixed his haauuuge blood clot. They pumped his little belly and they said it was full of old blood. Yummy. Poor kid had been swallowing it all day. (2nd Surgery was at 10:00 at night) Then we've went through pink eye, nasty colds, and brody had his first ear infection since tubes a year 1/2 ago. And now my poor easton has the dreaded cold. Lets just pray it doesn't progress anywhere. I'm exhausted. Overwhelmed, yet at the same time I wouldn't trade it for anything. Literally, an endless supply of money, the perfect house, the perfect life. Nothing compares to the love I have for my family. I tear up just thinking about them. These past few weeks have been rough but I still feel blessed. Here's a few moments i don't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;* brody's 2 yr old stage. Wow he boggles my mind. I caught him at the fridge holding a gallon of apple juice up to his lips. I absolutely hate sticky floors. Major pet peeve. I grabbed it before he spilled. But he quenched his thirst, mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;* his need for me. I am his only true love for now. When he wakes up he calls for me under his door. Cody opened the door the other day and Brody threw himself into a fit. I came to his rescue and asked if he wanted me to open his door. He jumped up, closed the door, and called for me again. I opened his door and he jumped into my arms. I guess I need to be the last face he sees before bed and the first one in the morning. That makes my heart swell.&lt;br /&gt;* easton was such a wreck the other night and cody got him settled down. I knew he was hungry so I had cody pass him to me and I took him into my arms and nursed him right there, in the middle of the kitchen. Precious moments.&lt;br /&gt;* He is an extreme kid. He's either somber or unhappy. He rarely is laughing and smiling. Makes me wonder what we have in store for us. Yikes!! But when he does laugh we drink it all up.&lt;br /&gt;* Austy is the only one who can get Easton to laugh. She has this sisterly love and she can get him rolling. No one compares to her in his eyes. The way she is with Brody is amazing. She loves him so much. They have little sleepovers in 'jue-jues' bed. That is how Brody says sister (jue jue). He has his own lingo and Austy usually had to interpret for me. "He wants a cookie mom, not a popsicle." So special.&lt;br /&gt;* But the one that takes the cake is just yesterday Austy comes to me and asked to watch Raechie's video. My heart sunk. It is so hard for me to watch the movie. The memories come flooding back, such good ones, but man they hurt. The minute i put the movie in I'm sobbing. Austy jumps up into my lap and we cry together. I can see Raechale in Austyn so much. And sometimes I can see Brody's eyes in Raechie's. They both have beautiful big brown eyes. Austyn has heard us talk about Raechale's death and she is putting the pieces together, she asked me why she had to die. Oh, my sweet girl. I wish I could shield you from all of this pain. I love her innocence. My story had always been that Raech was hurt so bad that Heavenly Father took her in his arms and made everything better. She is in Heaven where pain isn't felt. I was always vague. But Austyn has realized someone bad caused this. I was trying to explain about free agency and mistakes. It was messy and beautiful at the same time. She is such a smart girl. Ohh, how I love her. I love that she reminds me of Raech daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood is every emotion on ecstasy. Anger, frustration, exhaustion, love, joy. Its a complete surrender of your heart. Kudos to us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8126876874053797940?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8126876874053797940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8126876874053797940' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8126876874053797940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8126876874053797940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/07/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-9006359381953306524</id><published>2010-05-11T12:38:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:54:01.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day and Easton's special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 posts in a week. What is up??? Oh, yes I could be catching up on the dishes, vaccuming, or maybe washing Brody's sheets that he just puked in, but nope, here I sit wanting to put up some more adorable pics of my herd. On Mother's Day Cody blessed my Easton. It was great. And then we had a luncheon at a park and it was wicked cold and windy. And on saturday Austy had a kick A gymnastics program. I really wished I would have recorded her moves because as she took off across the stage to do a round off her pants came off. What a good sport. She didn't cry or get too embarrased. She just laughed it off. So here are some memories of this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;They are all out of order but ENjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqgK2v8lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/391Yje34Wjc/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470090692064703058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqgK2v8lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/391Yje34Wjc/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheeeessseeee&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqfgrYMCI/AAAAAAAAAxs/VNQZVH-rBBs/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470090680742719522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqfgrYMCI/AAAAAAAAAxs/VNQZVH-rBBs/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqQLy3w5I/AAAAAAAAAxk/kQJYF6GZPlk/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470090417438966674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqQLy3w5I/AAAAAAAAAxk/kQJYF6GZPlk/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; grandpa is the coolest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqPQZlWVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/gxydzCTu_i0/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470090401495210322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqPQZlWVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/gxydzCTu_i0/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a rugged game of football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqPD2Q_ZI/AAAAAAAAAxU/LmvPfZBeB-8/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470090398125850002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqPD2Q_ZI/AAAAAAAAAxU/LmvPfZBeB-8/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh how i love him (the little one) and of course my dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqOeCAoVI/AAAAAAAAAxM/uM_0Nv5FX1g/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470090387974562130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqOeCAoVI/AAAAAAAAAxM/uM_0Nv5FX1g/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqN_bSTEI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vLYmzsFlQjU/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470090379759078466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqN_bSTEI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vLYmzsFlQjU/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the pose for baseball. his arms are his bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpxq1zTRI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9JegTsD4pfs/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470089893196811538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpxq1zTRI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9JegTsD4pfs/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby easton in his way too big suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpxFfiezI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ma1HX2gISy8/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470089883171322674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpxFfiezI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ma1HX2gISy8/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpwbwsytI/AAAAAAAAAws/sJoohXtbDUE/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470089871969012434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpwbwsytI/AAAAAAAAAws/sJoohXtbDUE/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahahaha look how unhappy cody is --"my life blows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpv23OqfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/tndVpmLSMvw/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470089862064286194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpv23OqfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/tndVpmLSMvw/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpZj231ZI/AAAAAAAAAwc/N3o4toOJoMc/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470089479005394322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mpZj231ZI/AAAAAAAAAwc/N3o4toOJoMc/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn6kZsqLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LONjImx_CIU/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470087847063890098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn6kZsqLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LONjImx_CIU/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my gymnast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn6MmM8jI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CSqjKh_HnDk/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470087840673886770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn6MmM8jI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CSqjKh_HnDk/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pose..... he does everything she does. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn547lC3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/cg2yXPxzQLY/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470087835394837362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn547lC3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/cg2yXPxzQLY/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and again. pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn5CyxHFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/oHbSP7vX3WQ/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470087820862364754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn5CyxHFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/oHbSP7vX3WQ/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn4hGyteI/AAAAAAAAAv0/g4vnPCNA49c/s1600/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470087811819550178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mn4hGyteI/AAAAAAAAAv0/g4vnPCNA49c/s320/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;My whole life, right there in that picture.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-9006359381953306524?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/9006359381953306524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=9006359381953306524' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9006359381953306524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9006359381953306524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-and-eastons-special-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day and Easton&apos;s special day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-mqgK2v8lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/391Yje34Wjc/s72-c/gymnastics+and+easton%27s+blesssing+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2516626891757794784</id><published>2010-05-05T09:19:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:07:49.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're killin' me smalls</title><content type='html'>I've got the kids listening to the Princess and the Frog soundtrack and jumping on Austyn's bed. What ever it takes to have some alone time. ( No Easton is not involoved, he's asleep in his crib) And I'm going to post some pics of my freakin' cute kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GR5FuY6EI/AAAAAAAAAvs/HxoHn9mPY98/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811832579811394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GR5FuY6EI/AAAAAAAAAvs/HxoHn9mPY98/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kickin it in Berklee's pink cowboy boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GR4Z0VqsI/AAAAAAAAAvk/oJCzDazivio/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811820793604802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GR4Z0VqsI/AAAAAAAAAvk/oJCzDazivio/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lovin on Grandma's thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GR3glq0HI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_l_u11u1nTo/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811805431255154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GR3glq0HI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_l_u11u1nTo/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried to get him some pictures with Dillon's baseball equipment but he was not having any of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GR29FCqAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/gGQzZEgDAoo/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811795899164674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GR29FCqAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/gGQzZEgDAoo/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRagtUZxI/AAAAAAAAAvM/9kxpZg2gSw8/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811307247134482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRagtUZxI/AAAAAAAAAvM/9kxpZg2gSw8/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austy has takin over my motherly duties while I rock the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRZyimCMI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VJ-8vXjoRqg/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811294854121666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRZyimCMI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VJ-8vXjoRqg/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and she had a Birthday!!! Number 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRZRSjk0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/K4SAYENnvSw/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811285928481602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRZRSjk0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/K4SAYENnvSw/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRYmNGViI/AAAAAAAAAu0/WcY6Zd1i9VE/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811274362869282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRYmNGViI/AAAAAAAAAu0/WcY6Zd1i9VE/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I said pose for the camera and look at those cheese heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRXk2iPhI/AAAAAAAAAus/fTzqBMXbC8s/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811256819924498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GRXk2iPhI/AAAAAAAAAus/fTzqBMXbC8s/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 6 Birthday love bug. Look at all those cute girlies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPJHNoQpI/AAAAAAAAAuk/y3mWFOyY8D0/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808809322300050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPJHNoQpI/AAAAAAAAAuk/y3mWFOyY8D0/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPIgUnPtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/bSFuT_g4VUw/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808798882610898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPIgUnPtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/bSFuT_g4VUw/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dancing with the Stansbury Stallionettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPIf0DPLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/agd9deXlKAo/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808798746033330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPIf0DPLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/agd9deXlKAo/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPHkHZseI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Swzif45FTgQ/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808782721069538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPHkHZseI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Swzif45FTgQ/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seriously love these hams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPHIfkukI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_-sClFsKdmo/s1600/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808775306263106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GPHIfkukI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_-sClFsKdmo/s320/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looking back through the pictures I don't have too many of Easton. What the heck? I'll be posting some more soon. But I can not believe he is 2 months already. I'm so stoked for this summerish weather. The kids are outside all day. They've already got the tan going on. And we've watched The Sandlot like a thousand times. That is a classic. If you haven't seen it, go get it. It screams summer to me. Brody is obsessed with it and Austy can quote it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You play ball like a GIRL!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For any of you who still read this, Thanks. I know its been crazy but 3 kids is a life changing experience and I'm still balancing out my time. Not to mention trying to get all the sleep I can suck into one day! I hope to get back to posting regularly..... 'count on it pee drinking crap face'. Don't get all offended, it's on the Sandlot. And No austy doesn't run around saying that; she's not allowed to say crap. she quotes it as 'count on it.................face!!!!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-2516626891757794784?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2516626891757794784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2516626891757794784' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2516626891757794784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2516626891757794784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-got-kids-listening-to-princess-and.html' title='You&apos;re killin&apos; me smalls'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S-GR5FuY6EI/AAAAAAAAAvs/HxoHn9mPY98/s72-c/All+of+Easton+can%27t+delete+5-2-10+296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2245670683383368386</id><published>2010-04-25T21:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:27:55.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scentsy Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S9UILDxjEVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NhgqgvjekG0/s1600/browse_catUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464282708968673618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S9UILDxjEVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NhgqgvjekG0/s320/browse_catUS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls I'm in love with this. I couldn't resist having a party despite how crazy my life is. I don't have time to sit and post pics of my adorable children but I have to have a Scentsy Party. I love them. And with the change in the seasons coming up I'm stoked for their new summer scents. It will be Wed. the 28th from 6-8. Open house. Come if you are interested or if you just want to visit and see my new sweet boy. If you need directions or have questions leave me a comment. Um.... another thing thats been on my mind; going private. ?!? Its still up in the air. Give me your opinions. &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/5612884781092957637-2245670683383368386?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2245670683383368386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2245670683383368386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2245670683383368386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2245670683383368386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/04/scentsy-party.html' title='Scentsy Party...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S9UILDxjEVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NhgqgvjekG0/s72-c/browse_catUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8536006673654300894</id><published>2010-04-06T11:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:14:49.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this girl needs a shower</title><content type='html'>I'm here. I'm alive. Wowsers, three kids is hard. Not sleeping is hard. I really wanted to sit down and post this beautifully well written post and tell you about all the glorious moments of Easton with pictures included but there is never time!! I will find the time soon, I promise. I snuck in here for just a second to read all your posts. I feel like I've missed months worth of you guys but it looks like you are doing well. I don't have time to post individual comments but know that I'm thinking of you while I fight my three (THREE!!!) wild animals. I can not wait to have a schedule again. It's killing me just to wing it day by day! And this weather... AHHHH. It's awful, just plain old depressing. But I'm off to wrangle up lunch and then I think I could really use a shower!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8536006673654300894?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8536006673654300894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8536006673654300894' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8536006673654300894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8536006673654300894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-girl-needs-shower.html' title='this girl needs a shower'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7957238209479190531</id><published>2010-03-08T23:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:40:35.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby Easton</title><content type='html'>He's here. He arrived on Wednesday just like we planned. It seriously couldn't have went better. The c-section went smoothly. And he arrived healthy and adorable as ever. When we arrived they hooked me up to all the machines and started an IV to get me ready. According to the monitors I was having some pretty decent contractions but I never felt a thing. And then when Dr. Robinson opened me up she said my uterus was in pretty bad shape. He was on his way into this world that day no matter what. We just made it a little easier on him. She said my uterus was pretty see-through and was getting a little too thin. Um, scary. A uterus rupture doesn't sound pleasant. But it reinforced our 3 kid, no mini-van plan. So here we are, complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going super well so far. The kids love and adore him. And Brody is doing exceptionally well. I was concerned about him. But he understands soft and for the most part leaves him alone. Austyn is great and is his second mommy. Today while holding him she said 'it's burning, it's burning'. I thought she was quoting a movie and didn't think anything of it until I picked him up off her lap and she was covered in urine. His diaper had leaked all over her and the warm urine must have been 'burning' her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously glowing. When we are in the car, I look in the backseat to see all my babies and I realize how lucky I truly am. They are just great. A hand-full but great. My only complaint is this incision. Its getting in the way of everything. I feel so useless sitting on the couch while Cody is wrestling with the kids. I can't stand seeing my house dirty and me not helping out. Brody is still in the loving, hold me stage and I can't pick him up. Its hard to hold him in my arms because he ends up hitting my incision or my engorged chest. So not pleasent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just seems so perfect right now. I guess we'll see what happens when Easton and I aren't pumped up on percocets. That might make things a little different. But right now life is great. Prepare for picture overload, no commentary because I'm wiped out and he's going to be ready to eat in a few minutes. But still, ENJOY.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YChoJ3lKI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vGqkGf_jnKs/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446543576088941730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YChoJ3lKI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vGqkGf_jnKs/s320/Baby+Easton+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YCgw4gF5I/AAAAAAAAAr8/VIVVjadYG3E/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446543561252149138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YCgw4gF5I/AAAAAAAAAr8/VIVVjadYG3E/s320/Baby+Easton+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YCgN59xlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/0exoLf3nFqo/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446543551863047762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YCgN59xlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/0exoLf3nFqo/s320/Baby+Easton+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YCfdd6ZII/AAAAAAAAArs/-qeEFEWCc8o/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446543538860483714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YCfdd6ZII/AAAAAAAAArs/-qeEFEWCc8o/s320/Baby+Easton+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YCe0YduiI/AAAAAAAAArk/x3UrC_N4YSU/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446543527831779874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YCe0YduiI/AAAAAAAAArk/x3UrC_N4YSU/s320/Baby+Easton+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFvfTGpSI/AAAAAAAAAss/POtD_k6TV_s/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446547112764810530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFvfTGpSI/AAAAAAAAAss/POtD_k6TV_s/s320/Baby+Easton+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFuih9zPI/AAAAAAAAAsk/95q1Wc0bbkQ/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446547096452582642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFuih9zPI/AAAAAAAAAsk/95q1Wc0bbkQ/s320/Baby+Easton+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFuEVssvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/5TRZPnn-YC8/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446547088348066546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFuEVssvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/5TRZPnn-YC8/s320/Baby+Easton+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFsw5FzYI/AAAAAAAAAsU/bZT7ubO5An4/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446547065947934082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFsw5FzYI/AAAAAAAAAsU/bZT7ubO5An4/s320/Baby+Easton+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFsJWFNeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/jvUK92qhRN8/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446547055332111842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YFsJWFNeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/jvUK92qhRN8/s320/Baby+Easton+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YIO6y0lTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/-ubjlsoqL5o/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446549851744802098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YIO6y0lTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/-ubjlsoqL5o/s320/Baby+Easton+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YIOAcPP5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/7SnDnyrIzZs/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446549836080824210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YIOAcPP5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/7SnDnyrIzZs/s320/Baby+Easton+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YINTEAZcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/LdstK6dyXOA/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446549823899592130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YINTEAZcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/LdstK6dyXOA/s320/Baby+Easton+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YIMjSm7jI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WCVZ_f5Nup0/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446549811075935794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YIMjSm7jI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WCVZ_f5Nup0/s320/Baby+Easton+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YIMNCh17I/AAAAAAAAAs0/d39kvFNQRC8/s1600-h/Baby+Easton+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446549805102913458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YIMNCh17I/AAAAAAAAAs0/d39kvFNQRC8/s320/Baby+Easton+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7957238209479190531?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7957238209479190531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7957238209479190531' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7957238209479190531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7957238209479190531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-easton.html' title='baby Easton'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S5YChoJ3lKI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vGqkGf_jnKs/s72-c/Baby+Easton+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6281092810093724449</id><published>2010-03-02T21:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:51:45.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, less than 24 hours!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to do a quick post before he's here. I am ecstatic. I can not believe its here. Tomorrow we are scheduled for 11:00 cesarean. I am going to finally see what this little man looks like, be able to inspect his little body and make sure everything is healthy and accounted for. I'm sure I won't sleep a wink tonight. (like thats any different) sleeping kind of blows when you are 9 months pregnant. Its almost impossible. You know what I am most excited for?? Knowing that this is it. This will be the last time I'm pregnant. The last time I will gain 50 lbs. (We sure hope so.) We've decided 3 is a great number. And we are satisfied. It feels complete. And that way Cody can rest assured that he will never be the owner or a mini-van!!! In Hayley's words. BWaHAHAhAhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, the next time I post I will have some freakin awesome pics to add. Stay tuned!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6281092810093724449?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6281092810093724449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6281092810093724449' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6281092810093724449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6281092810093724449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahhh-less-than-24-hours.html' title='Ahhh, less than 24 hours!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7688155853147413679</id><published>2010-02-25T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:14:25.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody's B-day (compliments of grandpa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4bZsYHfXpI/AAAAAAAAArc/BY4jmJKv-Es/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442276556135161490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4bZsYHfXpI/AAAAAAAAArc/BY4jmJKv-Es/s320/DSC01500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4bZr983XgI/AAAAAAAAArU/-2u0z_PELaA/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442276549111275010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4bZr983XgI/AAAAAAAAArU/-2u0z_PELaA/s320/DSC01499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4bZrbrq2lI/AAAAAAAAArM/hjxhWrWGlHY/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442276539912346194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4bZrbrq2lI/AAAAAAAAArM/hjxhWrWGlHY/s320/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got some great ones of Brody in his element, Baseball! Thanks dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7688155853147413679?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7688155853147413679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7688155853147413679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7688155853147413679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7688155853147413679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/02/brodys-b-day-compliments-of-grandpa.html' title='Brody&apos;s B-day (compliments of grandpa)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4bZsYHfXpI/AAAAAAAAArc/BY4jmJKv-Es/s72-c/DSC01500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-9117971866765107172</id><published>2010-02-24T21:57:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:49:41.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody is 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YJ88mdVSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/z4f07LCmdnc/s1600-h/november+-+december+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442048142388057378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YJ88mdVSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/z4f07LCmdnc/s320/november+-+december+2009+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back through the pictures of that night none of them turned out well. How crappy is that?? But it was great. We had family, cake, and a little boy who was ecstatic for his t-ball set, lawn mower, farm, and golf clubs. He had so much fun. As my grandma put it "it was more of a party for us just to see him get in his stance to bat." He loves anything to do with sports. He is so a boy. And we love him. This may come as a shock to you but I had no idea how different little boys are to girls. WOW!!! He is a hand full. A little ball of hell. No joke. The other morning I walked in to find him pajamas unzipped, diaper undone, and poop everywhere. Yeah, I was freaking out. He even stuffed some into his pillowcase. Um, yuck!!! I was telling cody it boggles my mind that he could get off his bed and play with any of his toys but instead he chooses feces???? What? Its so funny. He does not get off his bed until I come into get him. Which in a way is great. But clearly mom better be on the ball from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are super lucky to have him. He really has changed me, for the better. And he makes this family so much fun. I just can't believe its been two years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YJ8bdeZ6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/QQdN3hXZa6M/s1600-h/november+-+december+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442048133492008866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YJ8bdeZ6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/QQdN3hXZa6M/s320/november+-+december+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK_M9vVTI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MqX6DNsnyME/s1600-h/Thru+December+1st+254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442049280652039474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK_M9vVTI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MqX6DNsnyME/s320/Thru+December+1st+254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK-SLpgmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Z2XzJL09cto/s1600-h/Thru+December+1st+192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442049264872686178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK-SLpgmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Z2XzJL09cto/s320/Thru+December+1st+192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK9oOmQDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HIUdEvb62kY/s1600-h/Thru+December+1st+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442049253610766386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK9oOmQDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HIUdEvb62kY/s320/Thru+December+1st+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK9ENiVgI/AAAAAAAAAqM/V0rfl4EyyNs/s1600-h/Thru+December+1st+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442049243942639106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK9ENiVgI/AAAAAAAAAqM/V0rfl4EyyNs/s320/Thru+December+1st+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK8dnP0ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/HstIY6-awpY/s1600-h/Thru+December+1st+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442049233581494674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YK8dnP0ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/HstIY6-awpY/s320/Thru+December+1st+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YMXk1AdwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ChIaMKu-B84/s1600-h/May+thru+october+2008+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442050798886352642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YMXk1AdwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ChIaMKu-B84/s320/May+thru+october+2008+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YMWIVzzgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/cvY8p_wdR9g/s1600-h/May+thru+october+2008+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442050774059437570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YMWIVzzgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/cvY8p_wdR9g/s320/May+thru+october+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YMXIgJrxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Y_WJ-ZCJRSg/s1600-h/May+thru+october+2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442050791282683666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YMXIgJrxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Y_WJ-ZCJRSg/s320/May+thru+october+2008+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I know what you are thinking. Who the heck is that skinny lady? She hardly resembles this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YNlbv_M8I/AAAAAAAAArE/BLyP-AfC8I4/s1600-h/prego+and+brodys+2nd+birthday+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442052136479175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YNlbv_M8I/AAAAAAAAArE/BLyP-AfC8I4/s320/prego+and+brodys+2nd+birthday+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know. Maybe I shouldn't have had so many 3 Musketeers but I couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Toadie. We sure do love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-9117971866765107172?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/9117971866765107172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=9117971866765107172' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9117971866765107172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9117971866765107172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/02/brody-is-2.html' title='Brody is 2.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S4YJ88mdVSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/z4f07LCmdnc/s72-c/november+-+december+2009+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-9168342073133614201</id><published>2010-02-17T20:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:29:22.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No luck, chuck</title><content type='html'>Nope. Nothing to worry about with my health. I'm just going to feel crummy for the next 2 weeks, waiting in anticipation for this little rascal. The test results came back and they look great. (ah, crap) I really should be grateful, and I am, I just really wanted my baby. I've been the biggest worry wart this last month. I want him in my arms. Healthy and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that gives me another 2 weeks to get everything in order. And gain a good 10 lbs. and a few extra stretch marks. WOo HOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-9168342073133614201?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/9168342073133614201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=9168342073133614201' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9168342073133614201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9168342073133614201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-luck-chuck.html' title='No luck, chuck'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6222511672773288620</id><published>2010-02-16T21:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:56:09.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get too excited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt; guys. Here's the low down. I have been feeling really sick lately. Vomiting, nausea, and all that comes with the GI Tract issues. Yuck! Well I thought it was a stomach bug but I went to see my OB today for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. and she thinks it could be the onset of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preeclampsia&lt;/span&gt;. I have protein in my urine but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the only other sign. I haven't had a rapid increase in my weight, my blood pressure is awesome and I'm not swollen (except my feet). So she gets my hopes up by saying that the only way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resolve&lt;/span&gt; this matter is delivery. I. AM STOKED. I could be done.!! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;! She did some blood work on me and we will know the results tomorrow. I can't control myself. I keep thinking how nice it would be to have him in my arms, know that he's healthy and he's arrived safely. I would be done with all this bathroom garbage and just deal with recovering from a c-section. I know that sounds bad but he would only be like 3 weeks early.&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;preeclampsia&lt;/span&gt; hopefully it passes soon because its no fun to go somewhere public and scope out the fastest route to the bathroom in case of an emergency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive (and not so messy) note I can't tell you enough how sweet you all were leaving those uplifting comments on my last post. I re-read them at least once a day to boost my self-esteem. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;Whats the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cool blogger' way to respond to a comment? Do you post yourself on your comments or do you run to their blog to reply?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Faelene&lt;/span&gt;.... my hips and thighs are COVERED in stretch marks but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; something that &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt; wants to see. That is why I flaunt my belly, its the only region not covered. But a lot can happen in 2 weeks. I'm just praying for a no. I have plenty on my behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie... You are so sweet. I'm glad you posted a comment. Of course there are no hard feelings. And I'm glad you still travel over here to read my blog. Its the only way we keep in contact, even though you're only 2 miles away. That's a bummer about yours. But it is time consuming. I'm just glad you left a comment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;THanks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned tomorrow for the final decision on when No Name Wayne Cox will be born. (His middle name is going to be Wayne, after my dad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6222511672773288620?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6222511672773288620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6222511672773288620' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6222511672773288620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6222511672773288620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-get-too-excited.html' title='Don&apos;t get too excited.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8637531131753785465</id><published>2010-02-05T12:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:10:39.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you have all been waiting for this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember, not a professional picture taker. You're lucky they are on here. They are not the best but you get the idea. This is at technically 35 weeks. My little baby on the side bar says 36 weeks but I set that to the date of c-section. In reality we aren't that far along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2xy5jgm3yI/AAAAAAAAAo8/awG-wlYntEA/s1600-h/belly+pics+brody%27s+bed+35+weeks+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434845183439462178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2xy5jgm3yI/AAAAAAAAAo8/awG-wlYntEA/s320/belly+pics+brody%27s+bed+35+weeks+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2xy5H7KYFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/4kYRh3_DRcw/s1600-h/belly+pics+brody%27s+bed+35+weeks+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434845176034648146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2xy5H7KYFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/4kYRh3_DRcw/s320/belly+pics+brody%27s+bed+35+weeks+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2xy4-aSpYI/AAAAAAAAAos/sT-Jk49L6Vc/s1600-h/belly+pics+brody%27s+bed+35+weeks+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434845173480859010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2xy4-aSpYI/AAAAAAAAAos/sT-Jk49L6Vc/s320/belly+pics+brody%27s+bed+35+weeks+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm honestly stoked! His room is all done except the closet doors. We need to paint them and hang them up. Cody has been a busy man. The honey-do's have been endless. Want to see his room?? Now first, I'm not an &lt;em&gt;all out&lt;/em&gt; girl. We didn't go extravagant. Its simple, just like I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2yj12HhJJI/AAAAAAAAApU/w4LxWGxBjTk/s1600-h/babys+room+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434898995784787090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2yj12HhJJI/AAAAAAAAApU/w4LxWGxBjTk/s320/babys+room+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2yj1e4TDKI/AAAAAAAAApM/cZwcRm7a_vY/s1600-h/babys+room+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434898989546933410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2yj1e4TDKI/AAAAAAAAApM/cZwcRm7a_vY/s320/babys+room+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2yj02W4LpI/AAAAAAAAApE/DH5d1stgXXw/s1600-h/babys+room+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434898978669342354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2yj02W4LpI/AAAAAAAAApE/DH5d1stgXXw/s320/babys+room+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty plain, but I love it! And Brody is in his big boy bed. I was stressed about that one but he's done really well. Everything is in order. Except the name. We are seriously clueless. We can't agree and nothing feels right. I guess we'll have to see him first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty lame post but thats all thats consumed me, getting ready for this baby. I can't wait for him to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8637531131753785465?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8637531131753785465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8637531131753785465' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8637531131753785465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8637531131753785465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-you-have-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='I know you have all been waiting for this....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S2xy5jgm3yI/AAAAAAAAAo8/awG-wlYntEA/s72-c/belly+pics+brody%27s+bed+35+weeks+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-329858148683989951</id><published>2010-01-08T12:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:22:20.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark your calenders, ladies</title><content type='html'>I went to the OB today. Yep, we have set our date. This little man will come into the world via c-section on &lt;strong&gt;Mar. 3&lt;/strong&gt;. Woo Woo. I'm stoked. I can't wait to see his little face, His chubbiness. Everything should be great, unless his arrival comes sooner, then I'll have to go through labor before they cut me open. That doesn't sound like fun. Austyn and Brody were both cesarean, if you are wondering so this little nameless wonder will follow in their steps. I just can't believe we are almost done. I asked the dreaded question to the nurse. &lt;em&gt;So whats the official weight gain so far???&lt;/em&gt; dun dun dun. &lt;strong&gt;39 lbs&lt;/strong&gt;. For me I was pretty excited to hear that number. I thought we were closer to 50. I guess it just looks like more. I was going to post some pics, really. But our camera is malfunctioning. Which brings me to the other subject.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our car! Well, its Cody's. It needs a new fuel pump. I was at the credit union today and it wouldn't start. This is where my most awesome dad comes in. He is one of the smartest men i know. He knew exactly what the problem was. I just wanted to get the car home but I couldn't get it to start. So he pulls out his tools and tells me &lt;em&gt;'I learned this in the army'&lt;/em&gt;. He's never been in the army which makes it funny. He tapped a couple times on my gas tank and it started right up. We still need the new pump but at least he got it started for me to get back home. Oh, how I love my family. Guess how much a new fuel pump costs?? Anyone.... anyone? $700.00 dollars. That's about the average. But Cody's buddy, bless his heart, works at Pep Boys and will give us his discount. Man, are we lucky? Needless to say Cody is about to have a hernia. No joke. We have our savings, thank goodness for that. But when Cody has to dive into it, it about kills him. And then&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; get home and ask him to take pics of me (for you girls to giggle at) the camera won't work. Tack on another $200.00. Poor cody. Seriously though I couldn't help but laugh. What are the odds. He's going to go shoot something today (not people, just clay pigeons). That should relieve some of his stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any of you who read all that, you must really love me. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-329858148683989951?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/329858148683989951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=329858148683989951' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/329858148683989951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/329858148683989951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/01/mark-your-calenders-ladies.html' title='Mark your calenders, ladies'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-459587389750936655</id><published>2010-01-06T22:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:28:17.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nail polish can be uni-sex, right??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What was a mom to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwCcEAV_I/AAAAAAAAAoU/AfO5KYg5eYc/s1600-h/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423864513432672242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwCcEAV_I/AAAAAAAAAoU/AfO5KYg5eYc/s320/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwBx2gJYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/g5g5Bh1Q5CY/s1600-h/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423864502101747074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwBx2gJYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/g5g5Bh1Q5CY/s320/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwBdb5uuI/AAAAAAAAAoE/x64hLU3RZ5w/s1600-h/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423864496621468386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwBdb5uuI/AAAAAAAAAoE/x64hLU3RZ5w/s320/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwA18pB4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/OnRuPJFZCzE/s1600-h/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423864486021367682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwA18pB4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/OnRuPJFZCzE/s320/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love that face... his poor cheekies. They just get so darn chapped in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Cody spoiled me! Woo HOO!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwCwslwGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ovom6l3cqsA/s1600-h/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423864518971605090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwCwslwGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ovom6l3cqsA/s320/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-459587389750936655?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/459587389750936655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=459587389750936655' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/459587389750936655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/459587389750936655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/01/nail-polish-can-be-uni-sex-right.html' title='nail polish can be uni-sex, right??'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0VwCcEAV_I/AAAAAAAAAoU/AfO5KYg5eYc/s72-c/washer+and+dryer+++++brody%27s+nails+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-4960870705512896553</id><published>2010-01-03T13:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:17:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009 and A Brand Spankin New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austy and Brody after visiting Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EF5Obnl4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/pPnap62ojp4/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621907015407490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EF5Obnl4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/pPnap62ojp4/s320/Christmas+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making our cookies for santa. They were enjoying the dough, Austy was pretending to be a reindeer, I guess. You like my cabinets in the background??? Yeah, remember my idea to paint them. Didn't go so swell. So until we can get the green paint off and re-stain thats my punishment. It blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EF4n5k6RI/AAAAAAAAAns/Ck6zhl6DHzU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621896672078098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EF4n5k6RI/AAAAAAAAAns/Ck6zhl6DHzU/s320/Christmas+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austy, what a goof ball. Christmas Eve at my Grandma Kelsey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EF4MFv2AI/AAAAAAAAAnk/0xKrwvaUb4E/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621889206933506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EF4MFv2AI/AAAAAAAAAnk/0xKrwvaUb4E/s320/Christmas+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their new jammies for Christmas Eve and their animals to sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EF3nJGQvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Za1eUBThj_c/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621879288873714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EF3nJGQvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Za1eUBThj_c/s320/Christmas+2009+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa came to our house!  We tried to cut back because we knew what the grandparents are capable of. :) Its a good thing we did because they were spoiled all the way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFRof1jCI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nBLi8iXM1bc/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621226817653794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFRof1jCI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nBLi8iXM1bc/s320/Christmas+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFRIB16DI/AAAAAAAAAnM/BPymTmY41Sk/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621218101913650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFRIB16DI/AAAAAAAAAnM/BPymTmY41Sk/s320/Christmas+2009+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFQll3GsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Hji4KphIrko/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621208857746114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFQll3GsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Hji4KphIrko/s320/Christmas+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFQCq1CzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/o_EmNSn8h9o/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621199483341618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFQCq1CzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/o_EmNSn8h9o/s320/Christmas+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFPoEmBII/AAAAAAAAAm0/QTBBwO9H7sY/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621192343651458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EFPoEmBII/AAAAAAAAAm0/QTBBwO9H7sY/s320/Christmas+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEcffVxRI/AAAAAAAAAms/JJqw4D2zRto/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422620313866585362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEcffVxRI/AAAAAAAAAms/JJqw4D2zRto/s320/Christmas+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody's Grandma Josie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEb_oUC5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/bKuvCFuCowU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422620305314286482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEb_oUC5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/bKuvCFuCowU/s320/Christmas+2009+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddi-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEbTxvqrI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ZttaKsfSu1c/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422620293542685362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEbTxvqrI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ZttaKsfSu1c/s320/Christmas+2009+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEbFEmbdI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hFwPqL5FJCo/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422620289595239890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEbFEmbdI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hFwPqL5FJCo/s320/Christmas+2009+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats where Brody wanted to spend most of his time; the dog bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEaoxkKAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/voad8N0w4Rs/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422620281999206402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EEaoxkKAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/voad8N0w4Rs/s320/Christmas+2009+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Time flies. Christmas flew by and we are on with the new year. Christmas was great at our house. Santa stopped by and the kids were spoiled. Grandparents helped right along with it. And I was able to find a space for everything they accumulated. That makes me a happy mommy. Cody had to work Christmas so we got the kids up at 5:00. They did pretty well. They went back down around 7:00 so we were able to function through the day. I was so sad to see Cody leave the kids. But we are grateful for his job. We'll get him next year and we will be complete with this little monkey. (still no name, poor kid)&lt;br /&gt;We were able to spend Christmas with everyone. My family and Cody's. It was busy but so great to have someone to spend it with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New Years held a family get together at Grandma Elton's. Prime Rib. I'm not a fan at all so I had a baked potato and some salad. Yumm-o! But Cody was in heaven. It was a great way to wrap up 2009. I love my family and feel super lucky to have them a part of our lives. My parents have been in Florida for the past week and they come home tonight. I'm stoked to see them. Even though I don't live at home anymore I hate having them gone this long. I miss them like crazy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know what feels good? Knowing you are right where you are supposed to be. I feel good going into this new year. I'm where I'm supposed to be. Doing the things I'm meant to do. I hope you all feel the same and I wish you the best in this coming year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/5612884781092957637-4960870705512896553?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/4960870705512896553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=4960870705512896553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4960870705512896553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4960870705512896553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009-and-brand-spankin-new.html' title='Christmas 2009 and A Brand Spankin New Year'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/S0EF5Obnl4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/pPnap62ojp4/s72-c/Christmas+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8027386128102398223</id><published>2009-12-18T11:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:10:22.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOu sweet girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SyvFICBX6RI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6AfZUo00wo4/s1600-h/happy-101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416639718615410962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SyvFICBX6RI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6AfZUo00wo4/s320/happy-101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel really loved right now. I've been chosen twice for this award. Thanks Hayley and Angela! You totally made my day. Either that or you don't know any other sucker who would do it!!! (totally kidding) But it is fun to see what others &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the rules. You list 10 things that make you happy, one of them needs to be something that has happened to you/for you &lt;strong&gt;today &lt;/strong&gt;and then pick 5 fellow bloggers that make you smile to win this awesome award. And then they hopefully pass it along to keep the smiles going 'round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo woo. Here we go.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cody... He keeps me laughing. He has a great sense of humor, even though its usually covered in sarcasm. I've peed my pants multiple times because of him. I have a weak bladder and he takes full advantage of that. And he really is a great guy. We have fun no matter if its just us on a date or with a group of friends. He is an awesome father to our children. And he works really hard so I can stay home with the kiddo's! Thats a huge plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Austyn... Oh, how I love her. She is a mini replica of me. One thing about her that really makes me happy is watching her walk into school by herself. Silly, I know. But she is growing up way to fast and she's so independent. I can watch her walk to her classroom through the glass walls of the school. She'll wave to me and blow me and Brody kisses before she goes in to class. I just beam with pride and tear up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Brody... what a toad he is. My favorite is when he wants to dress up like a girl. Yep, dress, bow, purse, austy's shoes. He's got it all. And he really gets upset if he doesn't get the dress he wants. Nobody panic, its just because thats the only influence he has right now. His brother is on the way and boy will Cody be happy for that day. But he's still all boy and crazy as hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we got the obvious out of the way the fun stuff begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm obsessed with a perfectly clean house. Not that mine even resembles that but on a good day when the kids are in bed and Cody is working late I'll scrub my whole main floor tell its perfect. Angle my furniture how I like it, put everything in its place and then I'll walk around and admire. I love when it looks all model homey. It doesn't last long but its sure nice to have clean floors and your decorative pillows in place. And the carpet all fluffy from fresh vaccuming. (I've really got to get a hobby.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Eating out. I'm not a fan of cooking. I don't like the clean-up and it never tastes the way I imagine it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Clean kids. I love when I get them dressed for the day with their hair all perfect. It lasts for about an hour but they sure look great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Plato's closet. I haven't been in awhile because of my current condition. But I love buying jeans there. I'm sure some of you want to gag, but I love it. It doesn't bother me buying used clothes. And I don't want to pay $150.00 for some kick A jeans and neither does Cody. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Cartoons. I love Disney movies and PBS. Martha speaks and Ruff Ruffman. Word Girl. I love the mood it sets in our house. Even when Austyn is at school and its just me and Brody I'll turn them on. He won't watch a nano-second of them but the back ground noise is 'homey' for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Nursing. I know this is totally random. But because the time is coming around again its on my mind. I didn't enjoy it one ioda with Austyn. Life was too crazy and I only made it 3 weeks. But with Brody I had the support of Cody and all the time I needed to devote myself to being a cow on the couch, thats how i felt at first. The bond that is created is so amazing. And you just feel like super woman when you are the only one who can stop his crying. It was nice to be needed. And the benefit of losing weight just can't be passed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Something happy today....... ummm. Of course, its Brody's nap time. Is there anything that makes a mom happier than NAP TIME!!!! 2 hours of me time. So thanks Brody for giving me that time to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that about wraps it up. Wow, that took me way too long. And now what you all have been waiting for the 5 finalist.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Kelly Clegg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Gina Prisbey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Amanda Oettli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Kari Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ashley Ransom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you might not have the time or the energy but I picked you because I wanted to know more about you and yah, you do make me laugh so go for it if you want! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why and the heck I can't get gaps inbetween paragraphs. Sorry about that. What a big blob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8027386128102398223?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8027386128102398223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8027386128102398223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8027386128102398223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8027386128102398223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-sweet-girls.html' title='YOu sweet girls!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SyvFICBX6RI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6AfZUo00wo4/s72-c/happy-101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7358425429608394976</id><published>2009-12-15T22:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:28:19.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, we are still alive.</title><content type='html'>Everything is back to normal at this house and it has been for a long time I just haven't posted. We haven't had anything too exciting happen. We gave Brody his first official hair cut. All of his curls came falling to the floor. It was really sad. It's a lot shorter than I expected but hey at least it doesn't look ratty in the back. I hate when kids' hair looks like that. No pics, sorry. My computer won't let me upload them so who knows, I'll have to play around with it.&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm, yep thats about it. The kids are about as wild as usual and I'm about to pop. Oh, thats something to talk about. I am &lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt;, sick of people telling me I look huge. You don't think I already know that?? You don't need to tell me that you didn't start showing until 8 months or that you think I should recheck to see if its twins. I know I'm hauuuge, trust me, but come on use the cardinal rule. If you have nothing nice to say, lets just not say it. But this little monkey is healthy and he's moving a lot more. Kicking and punching me. Which is a good sign so I'll take it. I really will post some pics because I personally think it is a cute belly, even if its rather large for 27 weeks. And that about sums it up. Sorry really lame without any pics but I wanted you to know we are still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note I went visiting teaching tonight and my companion is awesome. I just love her. She shared a story about her friend who is passing away from cancer. Emily (my companion) told us about how strong this woman and mother is. How much faith she has and how positive she has stayed. She is a mother of 3 kids. Ages 6, 4, and 2 1/2. (I think). I hope Emily doesn't mind me sharing it but it was such a reminder for me of why we shouldn't take the little things for granted. This sweet girl posted about how she wished that she would be able to grow old and gray with her family. To be able to watch and help her kids grow. How she's taken so much joy into being able to take care of her kids, make them breakfast, bathe them, clean up after them. You know the daily things that we, as mothers, look at as chores. She has been so sick lately that she hasn't been able to do those things with her kids. She mentioned that before cancer she didn't enjoy them all the time like most mothers, but knowing that her time was short how she treasured those moments. Its so surreal to realize that there is no guarantee to our time here on earth. Life is so precious and it goes so fast. (Its hard to think of what to write next when you can't stop crying) It hit me really hard thinking about not holding my kids in my arms again. Not watching them grow, leaving behind children that are so young they might not remember you. It was a much needed reminder for me to love my babies like there might not be a tomorrow. To treasure the moment and focus on whats truly important.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have you bawling, go love on your babies. Thanks Emily for that much needed reminder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7358425429608394976?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7358425429608394976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7358425429608394976' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7358425429608394976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7358425429608394976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-we-are-still-alive.html' title='Yes, we are still alive.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6020018842141335613</id><published>2009-11-28T15:18:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:31:04.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>We ended taking Brody back into the pediatrician because he just wasn't getting better. His breathing was still so wheezy. The doctor came into the reception area and she heard Brody's erratic breathing and she brought him back immediately. They gave him a steroid shot for his lungs, started breathing treatments on him and they tested for swine flu. His test showed negative for RSV and swine flu, thank goodness. But he for sure had pneumonia. This poor guy was barely able to breath and he was just sick of being poked and nebulized. (is that a word?) Any woo, we are still on the mend. But good news, Austyn is going back to school on Monday!! She is probably soooo sick of me. It will be good for both of us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have really struggled. I know I could never handle a chronically ill child. I stress so bad over them when they are sick. I lose my patience way too fast, I think thats because of my lack of sleep. And i really struggle with the never-ending neediness. I know what you are thinking- you are a horrible mother. I'm calling DCFS! But its hard to make a meal or do a load of laundry OR load the dishwasher when you have a hyperventilating (because he is trying to cry)child on the other side of the fence. (Yes, i fence off my kitchen, trust me, best idea we ever had). Its just been &lt;strong&gt;taxing&lt;/strong&gt;. Poor Cody probably thinks I'm going to do something drastic like pick up drinking or go sneak outside for a smoke. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, buddy this is what you married. Sorry if I lead you to believe i was good in stressful situations because I'm clearly NOT!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6020018842141335613?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6020018842141335613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6020018842141335613' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6020018842141335613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6020018842141335613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8128635589793362074</id><published>2009-11-24T16:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:51:51.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't come knockin our way</title><content type='html'>Our house has been nothing but germ central. Austy has now missed 4 going on 5 days of school. Last week she had strep throat. And still lingering with a horrible cough, nobody has seen her since last week. Every day I call in to excuse her from school I swear they are thinking I've beat her up and she can't go out in public.  But worst of all came last night, into the wee hours of this morning. We took Brody to the emergency room at 5:00, bright and early. He couldn't breath and had a horrible cough. And his fever was insane. They diagnosed our little ball of hell with pneumonia and swine flu. Can you believe it?  I couldn't either. I mean last night he did have sort of a yucky cough but come on, swine flu? It hit so hard and so fast. All he wants to do is be held, his fever is raging, he can't cry becuase he is so raspy. All he does is weeze in a pathetic way. He can hardly breath and his cough is just plain scary. If he gets upset he can't catch his breath. I think he might have croup along with everything else. If I take him outside he has an easier time breathing. Its been a mad house. I'm covered in medicine because he isn't a big fan and I haven't slept &lt;em&gt;well &lt;/em&gt;in forever. Needless to say we won't be going anywhere for Thanksgiving and no after sales for this mommy. Sad, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8128635589793362074?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8128635589793362074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8128635589793362074' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8128635589793362074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8128635589793362074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-come-knockin-our-way.html' title='don&apos;t come knockin our way'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-4820559568753844769</id><published>2009-11-15T21:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:37:04.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DisneyLand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason I have hesitated to post this is because I knew it would take forever to post everything I wanted to, but here we go. We had a blast! It was perfect. My mom let me eat EVERYTHING I wanted to without any guilt treatment. thanks mom! And the look on the kids faces when they rode the rides, saw the characters and watch the parades almost brought tears to my eyes. They just got soooo excited. It was so worth it and I hope my mom had as much fun. There was only one glitch and that was the last day. I think we were all a little worn out and Brody ended up getting diarrhea. Yeah, so I'm not super mom. I didn't bring enough diapers to keep up with him. And mom and I sort of lost it for a minute. But hey, one tiff is awesome after 5 days. We did well together. Thanks mom for the awesome trip!!! We made some great memories! Now what we have all been waiting for........&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404561293879678978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDb3LiGGAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/wP_gRPHvQ20/s320/disneyland+2009+november+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The plane ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbtRNyORI/AAAAAAAAAls/uJ8GFq7IBI4/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404561123606411538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbtRNyORI/AAAAAAAAAls/uJ8GFq7IBI4/s320/disneyland+2009+november+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just chattin with dad, chillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbs-2Cv_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/OueY4nX8K_w/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404561118674993138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbs-2Cv_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/OueY4nX8K_w/s320/disneyland+2009+november+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; finally got himself a pirate sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbsYqLjmI/AAAAAAAAAlc/BVGCQUP6_sM/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404561108424691298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbsYqLjmI/AAAAAAAAAlc/BVGCQUP6_sM/s320/disneyland+2009+november+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; infront of Bibbidi Bobbidi Bo. Its a store with all the princess hoop-la. This was the first trip she walked away empty handed. There was a frown in Disneyland, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbsHAYkeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/8VYP5W-d2AI/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404561103685980642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbsHAYkeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/8VYP5W-d2AI/s320/disneyland+2009+november+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The carousel. It ended up being Brody's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbrrobNzI/AAAAAAAAAlM/7BGKFDRnKCg/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404561096337733426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDbrrobNzI/AAAAAAAAAlM/7BGKFDRnKCg/s320/disneyland+2009+november+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa92iMCGI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ERW8pw_ezhM/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404560308990380130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa92iMCGI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ERW8pw_ezhM/s320/disneyland+2009+november+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa9VWcRiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/6w_Kv9xiSO0/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404560300082742818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa9VWcRiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/6w_Kv9xiSO0/s320/disneyland+2009+november+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zonked on the first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa9A0lVCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/HogFyAFb6po/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404560294572020770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa9A0lVCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/HogFyAFb6po/s320/disneyland+2009+november+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His very best friend. He feel in love with Eeyore. But not the small sized one. He wanted the huge one. Yeah, the pricey one. He was pointing so I handed the small one to him. No likey. Its the same material, same everything. He just wanted it super sized! &lt;strong&gt;And grandma bent like a plastic straw&lt;/strong&gt;. He loves this thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa8ldFFPI/AAAAAAAAAks/apcaA9v-rOU/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404560287225681138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa8ldFFPI/AAAAAAAAAks/apcaA9v-rOU/s320/disneyland+2009+november+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa8Pg7KjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/6ChwVk2bPNM/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404560281336228402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDa8Pg7KjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/6ChwVk2bPNM/s320/disneyland+2009+november+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fighting all the enemies in our motel room. these I love. They make a lot of noise (of course). But they are so cool. If you can't tell its Buzz Lightyears gun and a pirate sword. Great combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaHfglG4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/FONVcjtv3x8/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404559375096683394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaHfglG4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/FONVcjtv3x8/s320/disneyland+2009+november+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaG2ysISI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3SF4i-VsbPY/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404559364166787362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaG2ysISI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3SF4i-VsbPY/s320/disneyland+2009+november+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaGvXEUhI/AAAAAAAAAkM/8wfb8eYNe4c/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404559362171884050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaGvXEUhI/AAAAAAAAAkM/8wfb8eYNe4c/s320/disneyland+2009+november+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaGCDmUoI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Yvce3X22fZ4/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404559350010630786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaGCDmUoI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Yvce3X22fZ4/s320/disneyland+2009+november+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaFyi1aBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/FGbJsP_uEHA/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404559345846675474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDaFyi1aBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/FGbJsP_uEHA/s320/disneyland+2009+november+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In front of Toad's house. Waiting patiently to ride. The lines were awesome. We usually jumped right on the rides. The only one we waited for was Peter Pan. And that was probably 20 min. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZSkRMzVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/TjIEBUNkAWE/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404558465841286482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZSkRMzVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/TjIEBUNkAWE/s320/disneyland+2009+november+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZSChYo4I/AAAAAAAAAjs/9_LfHM5jQQo/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404558456782365570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZSChYo4I/AAAAAAAAAjs/9_LfHM5jQQo/s320/disneyland+2009+november+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Grandma I want to ride the carousel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZR98OAeI/AAAAAAAAAjk/RF5EJ_CmbFk/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404558455552737762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZR98OAeI/AAAAAAAAAjk/RF5EJ_CmbFk/s320/disneyland+2009+november+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Yeah, that one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZRabE7JI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Kw4uSoHWh4s/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404558446018489490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZRabE7JI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Kw4uSoHWh4s/s320/disneyland+2009+november+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "yep, won her over with my smile. she caves every time" &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZQ8SxG6I/AAAAAAAAAjU/H6lYcmZRa8A/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404558437930572706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDZQ8SxG6I/AAAAAAAAAjU/H6lYcmZRa8A/s320/disneyland+2009+november+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she just a doll face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYgID9UCI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Q3QhucMmBCI/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404557599276093474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYgID9UCI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Q3QhucMmBCI/s320/disneyland+2009+november+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ha, ha austyn begged her to ride a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYf_N3D6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/I2gNb3qYIIw/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404557596901707682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYf_N3D6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/I2gNb3qYIIw/s320/disneyland+2009+november+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pure joy. Sorry the picture is crappy. He was just ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYfR_N7BI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Q7gHqbiVqv8/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404557584760695826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYfR_N7BI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Q7gHqbiVqv8/s320/disneyland+2009+november+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting for the parade with their glowy light thingys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYe2LZ0jI/AAAAAAAAAi0/5nmxCh6dvqI/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404557577295614514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYe2LZ0jI/AAAAAAAAAi0/5nmxCh6dvqI/s320/disneyland+2009+november+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ready for bed with their new stuffed animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYeuWU7pI/AAAAAAAAAis/Lqls6ZVbpJE/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404557575193947794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDYeuWU7pI/AAAAAAAAAis/Lqls6ZVbpJE/s320/disneyland+2009+november+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXvMaUSPI/AAAAAAAAAik/zAUANBQC6Ro/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556758630025458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXvMaUSPI/AAAAAAAAAik/zAUANBQC6Ro/s320/disneyland+2009+november+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXuvYbsLI/AAAAAAAAAic/2_lxhTQgETQ/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556750837493938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXuvYbsLI/AAAAAAAAAic/2_lxhTQgETQ/s320/disneyland+2009+november+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is on buzz lightyear. Brody was intrigued. Sorry crazy camera angle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXuJFLQdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/c1OfWUN0JeA/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556740556177874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXuJFLQdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/c1OfWUN0JeA/s320/disneyland+2009+november+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXt_MXeuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qAModh3etbM/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556737901984482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXt_MXeuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qAModh3etbM/s320/disneyland+2009+november+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXtRW0OCI/AAAAAAAAAiE/z41_gsqDzzw/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556725597780002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXtRW0OCI/AAAAAAAAAiE/z41_gsqDzzw/s320/disneyland+2009+november+112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this. 'If you kiss me one more time mom, I'm going to vomit on your lovely white shirt!'&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXGClhugI/AAAAAAAAAh8/kpRMuuDmu4U/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556051618052610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXGClhugI/AAAAAAAAAh8/kpRMuuDmu4U/s320/disneyland+2009+november+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXFpghoDI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zGrOBzKTuEk/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556044886188082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXFpghoDI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zGrOBzKTuEk/s320/disneyland+2009+november+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting for another parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXFft1AdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/WY595IcgBSo/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556042257629650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXFft1AdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/WY595IcgBSo/s320/disneyland+2009+november+120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXExyctnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7rIRrSI_cxU/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556029928978034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXExyctnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7rIRrSI_cxU/s320/disneyland+2009+november+122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;That is the little girl that sat beside us. Total stranger but the parents let her sit with my mom. Um, I don't think i would ever let my kid get that close to a stranger. I don't care how sweet the said stranger was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXEfIv-rI/AAAAAAAAAhc/QEw52ELf9MI/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556024922241714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDXEfIv-rI/AAAAAAAAAhc/QEw52ELf9MI/s320/disneyland+2009+november+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only reason I posted this is because Brody's eyes kill me. Just typing this i'm laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDWS2nPyCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M6MUfu-wLPo/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404555172230711330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDWS2nPyCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M6MUfu-wLPo/s320/disneyland+2009+november+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One more mom and I swear I'll make you miserable when I'm 17!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDWSrX4usI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xZFq6-Dr1VY/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404555169213496002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDWSrX4usI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xZFq6-Dr1VY/s320/disneyland+2009+november+127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click on this one and see Brody's face up close. He's crying for some odd reason, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404555158352095074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDWSC6U52I/AAAAAAAAAhE/GLCnl5Dw-8Y/s320/disneyland+2009+november+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sums it all up. Her face is the reason I wanted to cry. She was so happy. Nothing else mattered to her but watching that parade. Such great memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDWR7wV48I/AAAAAAAAAg8/sdp5cAGsIIM/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404555156431168450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDWR7wV48I/AAAAAAAAAg8/sdp5cAGsIIM/s320/disneyland+2009+november+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the princess and the frog show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDWRB3m9mI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KRv-kRrhKWo/s1600/disneyland+2009+november+160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404555140892391010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDWRB3m9mI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KRv-kRrhKWo/s320/disneyland+2009+november+160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then last but not least Brody sleeping with Eeyore. He got so many ooooh's and aaaahhhh's from people. Thank goodness for that animal. He loved sleeping with it in the stroller. It saved us. All in all it was such a fun trip. I thought the kids did well for 5 days. Carrying Brody definitly took a toll on my body but we survived. I was really glad to get home. I couldn't wait to see Cody and my dad. I almost cried when I did. Again, thanks mom. We had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5612884781092957637-4820559568753844769?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/4820559568753844769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=4820559568753844769' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4820559568753844769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4820559568753844769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/11/disneyland-part-1.html' title='DisneyLand'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SwDb3LiGGAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/wP_gRPHvQ20/s72-c/disneyland+2009+november+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-3956985099829578830</id><published>2009-11-02T09:51:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:50:22.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as of lately....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9B2Pg_lfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/KFiX-6M8QdU/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399606878374172146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9B2Pg_lfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/KFiX-6M8QdU/s320/halloween+and+others+200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9B14sYtoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/zCwiRjJ5rRA/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399606872247940738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9B14sYtoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/zCwiRjJ5rRA/s320/halloween+and+others+199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mini elton john cooking me breakfast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9B1SxQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/CH9P4t_AiTo/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399606862067852274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9B1SxQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/CH9P4t_AiTo/s320/halloween+and+others+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9B06FefkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/519jBDlfkNo/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399606855441743426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9B06FefkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/519jBDlfkNo/s320/halloween+and+others+193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were boxing with their new gloves. Cute,ay? And thats Brodys leash for Disneyland. Cruel and demeaning some say but at least I won't lose my baby in a swarm of foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9AsyHtLMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6eW19WNivKY/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399605616353029314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9AsyHtLMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6eW19WNivKY/s320/halloween+and+others+173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9AsijPCEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pW-PCuQZy6c/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399605612173527106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9AsijPCEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pW-PCuQZy6c/s320/halloween+and+others+172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; great grandpa elton playing monkeys with the little dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9Ar35kP5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/8BdSFvyh2_M/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399605600724467602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9Ar35kP5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/8BdSFvyh2_M/s320/halloween+and+others+180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9ArQELy1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/xRyDVLpK3Wo/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399605590031584082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9ArQELy1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/xRyDVLpK3Wo/s320/halloween+and+others+168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so freakin' cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_3mLECcI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ObyOaaSTakA/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399604702612818370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_3mLECcI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ObyOaaSTakA/s320/halloween+and+others+158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; giving our snowman loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_3B-8frI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ZLwUuylm2Dk/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399604692898315954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_3B-8frI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ZLwUuylm2Dk/s320/halloween+and+others+157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_2h7PPTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/gvjiV20uTrU/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399604684292832562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_2h7PPTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/gvjiV20uTrU/s320/halloween+and+others+152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austyn didn't have gloves that fit her so she wore socks. ha. Hence the new ones at the first of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9FdowU06I/AAAAAAAAAgs/PwCe9joi6CI/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399610853699146658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9FdowU06I/AAAAAAAAAgs/PwCe9joi6CI/s320/halloween+and+others+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh, I think she is soooo beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_ClmaAtI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RFU4zRJuZNY/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399603791926002386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_ClmaAtI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RFU4zRJuZNY/s320/halloween+and+others+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's Halloween without a Halloween donut. Yummm, they were delicious. Mom had to have a stash of her own. I love donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_B1BY_7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/yat64P0pTTQ/s1600-h/halloween+and+others+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399603778885844914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su8_B1BY_7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/yat64P0pTTQ/s320/halloween+and+others+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are totally out of order but this is my dad with the kids carving pumpkins. Look at the concentration on that girl. She is so artsy. And Brody is all "OOOOOHHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allrighty, I'll be posting when we return from Cali but wish us luck. If any of you have seen Brody in action you'll know we are going to need it. He is soooo wild and with a pregnant mommy and a grandma with a bad back it could get really interesting. But it will be some kick a memories and the kids will love it so, on we must go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-3956985099829578830?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/3956985099829578830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=3956985099829578830' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3956985099829578830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3956985099829578830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-of-lately.html' title='as of lately....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Su9B2Pg_lfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/KFiX-6M8QdU/s72-c/halloween+and+others+200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8853084863369148873</id><published>2009-10-29T14:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:10:03.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little slow....</title><content type='html'>So for all you girls in the blogging circuit, what the heck is with &lt;a href="http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;seriously so blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?? Don't get me wrong it cracks me up and she or they seem super great but I'm confused?? One girl, or is it four girls?? I was just wondering as I was catching up on her blog. She has a gazzilion people who love her and I can see why. She's a hoot. I'm just udderly confused. Let me know what you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8853084863369148873?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8853084863369148873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8853084863369148873' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8853084863369148873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8853084863369148873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-little-slow.html' title='I&apos;m a little slow....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2682616749307715882</id><published>2009-10-18T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:35:35.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the blind side</title><content type='html'>does &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khtBvQdxta4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not look amazing????? I personally don't want to pay $8.00 to go rack myself with uncontrollable sobbing in public. So I'll just wait until I can do it in the privacy of my own home. Thanks RedBox!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't even recognize Tim McGraw. Did you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-2682616749307715882?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2682616749307715882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2682616749307715882' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2682616749307715882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2682616749307715882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/10/blind-side.html' title='the blind side'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-9045559373570766779</id><published>2009-10-15T13:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:03:12.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you Daddi-o!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember when Brody did NOT want to be a princess?? Well...... Austy had some friends over and he insisted on Snow White. He kept pulling the dress and screaming and when I would take it away he would lose it. So I gave in............&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7sVaPb9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/aW76jcuSK3Y/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392915080391126994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7sVaPb9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/aW76jcuSK3Y/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7r4y8-hI/AAAAAAAAAes/GL6OyV61ADA/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392915072710146578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7r4y8-hI/AAAAAAAAAes/GL6OyV61ADA/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he loved iT!!!! He still pulls the dress out of the closet and runs around with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7rDjV0tI/AAAAAAAAAek/oLP2ppbEFiY/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392915058417586898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7rDjV0tI/AAAAAAAAAek/oLP2ppbEFiY/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls giggling and Brody sneaking away from the camera, you can see his hiney in the yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7FG_f5fI/AAAAAAAAAeE/15PZzsK0lAg/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392914406505965042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7FG_f5fI/AAAAAAAAAeE/15PZzsK0lAg/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying a bed time snack. I love when they sit together and watch TV! How precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7EcU7tQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hvl6FiYDQKQ/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392914395053143298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7EcU7tQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hvl6FiYDQKQ/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More MOM!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7D6SNk3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/MKgaWSDgTwg/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392914385914925938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7D6SNk3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/MKgaWSDgTwg/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7qdWWZBI/AAAAAAAAAec/WlM7Dgc4Lyw/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392915048162550802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7qdWWZBI/AAAAAAAAAec/WlM7Dgc4Lyw/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Practicing for Halloween. Is he not the cutest Dragon???? Oh, I just want to squeeze those cheekies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7GYxOBdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PAyJ5OcdSDc/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392914428457780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7GYxOBdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PAyJ5OcdSDc/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                Halloween Carnival 2009                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made such a cute Witchy-Poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7FxJLjJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Icz2r5iTwtg/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392914417820863634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7FxJLjJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Icz2r5iTwtg/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6VyOmrpI/AAAAAAAAAds/VRt2Bq0lKmg/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392913593478327954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6VyOmrpI/AAAAAAAAAds/VRt2Bq0lKmg/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Face Painting. When It was time for bed she refused to have it washed off. There was no way I was cleaning that thick goop off of her pillow. She lost! Sorry babe. But she sure looked adorable. Way too grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6VR4eSSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GZQiziUFlpc/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392913584795568418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6VR4eSSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GZQiziUFlpc/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6UqXjAqI/AAAAAAAAAdc/jn8GW3pOkUk/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392913574188483234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6UqXjAqI/AAAAAAAAAdc/jn8GW3pOkUk/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her and her best friend Brooke!!! Thats our neighbor and she's 4, (I think,) and when she's asked who her best friend is she says Austyn!! How sweet. We love you too Brooke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6T5Aq4mI/AAAAAAAAAdU/VRAkd_YV6xw/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392913560939192930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6T5Aq4mI/AAAAAAAAAdU/VRAkd_YV6xw/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austyn and Maddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6TYj1t1I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ObBuadczRnU/s1600-h/sep+-+oct+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392913552228333394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std6TYj1t1I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ObBuadczRnU/s320/sep+-+oct+2009+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  What a cute couple. Austyn and Dillon, her Uncle! Of course he's going to be a football player for Halloween, That's what he lives for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Dad for getting me motivated to post more. Look at all these great photos that I would have missed out on. I love my family so much and feel so blessed to have them so close. Thats what we have been up to. I'm so excited for Halloween, its one of my favorite holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. dad, you know you can leave me a comment, right? You just click on the comment link and it will let you leave your own sweet thoughts. I love you! And you too MOM! Thanks for reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-9045559373570766779?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/9045559373570766779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=9045559373570766779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9045559373570766779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9045559373570766779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-for-you-daddi-o.html' title='Just for you Daddi-o!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Std7sVaPb9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/aW76jcuSK3Y/s72-c/sep+-+oct+2009+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7302357998363449873</id><published>2009-10-03T14:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:32:03.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>baby #3 is?????</title><content type='html'>I have this awesome friend. Oh, she's great! She is an ultrasound tech and she was able to let us have an early peek at this babe. I couldn't have waited another 3 weeks for the official ultrasound and she was an angel to sneak us in. Drum roll, please. It's another...........&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! We are ecstatic. We took a vote before we went in and everyone of us voted girl. Austy was pretty disappointed. She wanted a baby girl to name Wendy. It makes me sad thinking that she probably won't get the chance to have a sister. Really sad, when I think about the relationship I had with Raech. But I know she'll do great with this new little bruiser. They'll have a connection all their own. So now the hard part is what to name him. Any suggestions?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot the best part.. It's Raechie's birthday today. What a great surprise to find out what she has waiting for us on her special day. My parents were able to come with us for the ultrasound, that was pretty special we were all in there together. (I think my dad even teared up...:)  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Raech!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Love on my baby boy until I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7302357998363449873?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7302357998363449873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7302357998363449873' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7302357998363449873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7302357998363449873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-3-is.html' title='baby #3 is?????'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6714696070421220417</id><published>2009-09-30T14:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:26:28.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the dreaded contract</title><content type='html'>pheewww! It's over. It was contract renewal time at Cody's job. They had their union meeting last night and everything went way better then expected.  With the economic downfall that the U.S. is experiencing we were prepared to lose health benefits or pay more for them. And we were not expecting a raise. In reality we are lucky to have a job. Kennecott had prepared what they were to offer to their workers and Cody told me the meeting would last about 2 1/2 hours. Yikes. He said if they all didn't agree they would end up on strike. That means no pay until they came to a resolution. Scary, huh. I was so stoked when he called me at 8:30 last night and said everything looked amazing. We are so blessed to have Cody's job. He ended up with nice yearly raises and a signing bonus. Wow! Not that we will be rolling in the Benjamin's, but we will be able to feed our children as they get older. What more could a mother ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6714696070421220417?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6714696070421220417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6714696070421220417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6714696070421220417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6714696070421220417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreaded-contract.html' title='the dreaded contract'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8716106025331455930</id><published>2009-09-28T13:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:05:35.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional roller coaster</title><content type='html'>I don't think through any pregnancy have I been such a mess. Those of you who really know me, know I don't cry very often. It takes a lot for me to lose it especially in front of others. Watching Makeover Home Edition I was crying. We have Boy Meets World seasons and I cried in that. (do you remember that show, we love it at our house) If I even think about something happening to my babies my eyes well up.  Cody and I are trying to get the bead board on our cabinets and we had a little tiff. Usually I can brush off what Cody says and rebuttal but this time I bawled, ran upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom. Crazy, huh? Totally not normal for me. I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; I was this tender hearted all the time. When I think of a mother or woman in general I think of a super sensitive sweetheart. But thats not me. I can hold in my emotions really well. (I know that is not healthy.) So this has been tough on both me and Cody. He has to be really careful about what he says to me or I might start crying hysterically in Wal-Mart. That will teach him... hee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8716106025331455930?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8716106025331455930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8716106025331455930' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8716106025331455930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8716106025331455930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/09/emotional-roller-coaster.html' title='emotional roller coaster'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-5613365192669219276</id><published>2009-09-19T09:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:03:11.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah State Fair and misc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the Fair on Friday night with my parents. It was a blast. I think I have as much fun (or more fun) as the kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3wAkh02I/AAAAAAAAAco/kDBvMJ2fQCk/s1600-h/fair+and+others+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199858773578594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3wAkh02I/AAAAAAAAAco/kDBvMJ2fQCk/s320/fair+and+others+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm riding with Austy and my dad has Brody. I'm sure if you click on it, it will enlarge and you can look at their faces. Pure excitement!! (i think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3vTE6ddI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NQxwL9yBVSQ/s1600-h/fair+and+others+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199846561379794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3vTE6ddI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NQxwL9yBVSQ/s320/fair+and+others+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guy asked me if I would be alright to ride. Gee, can't you tell there is enough pading to keep this baby from bumping anything! Ah well, nursing will suck it all away. Thats my motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3u4B6sjI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plC_V1tsxKU/s1600-h/fair+and+others+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199839301055026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3u4B6sjI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plC_V1tsxKU/s320/fair+and+others+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3JgoqglI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fP4HAGzfRR0/s1600-h/fair+and+others+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199197365961298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3JgoqglI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fP4HAGzfRR0/s320/fair+and+others+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yee haw cowboys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3JD1Y5BI/AAAAAAAAAcI/a6UfgwhFuf4/s1600-h/fair+and+others+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199189634704402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3JD1Y5BI/AAAAAAAAAcI/a6UfgwhFuf4/s320/fair+and+others+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3Ii6HNWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/dlaAzxi8HxA/s1600-h/fair+and+others+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199180796147042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3Ii6HNWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/dlaAzxi8HxA/s320/fair+and+others+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3INhT7bI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qaM4tvpq2Lg/s1600-h/fair+and+others+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199175054978482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3INhT7bI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qaM4tvpq2Lg/s320/fair+and+others+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3HkoeePI/AAAAAAAAAbw/-Qq0wmWfEqQ/s1600-h/fair+and+others+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199164079175922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3HkoeePI/AAAAAAAAAbw/-Qq0wmWfEqQ/s320/fair+and+others+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't mind her right eye. There must have been something on my lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that cute. The calf was 3 weeks old. I had to give it a love also. It was so soft. Oh you could just squeeze him. Walking through all the live stock areas I kept telling myself there is NO WAY I could be a farmer or ranch girl. Sorry Janette :). The smell and my allergies combined, woof. My eyes felt like they were neon red and my nose was running all over the place. I'd make a crummy farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3wjhWprI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7RdmqqrjpZo/s1600-h/fair+and+others+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199868155504306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3wjhWprI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7RdmqqrjpZo/s320/fair+and+others+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what a day at the fair will do to yah. Exhaustion. Look closely and you can see he has chocolate dried to where his binkie was. Oh, to be little again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2VZkNJRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ze2Ihp8AQoQ/s1600-h/fair+and+others+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383198302115013906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2VZkNJRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ze2Ihp8AQoQ/s320/fair+and+others+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are at home with Bella the fish in the background. I couldn't get over his chubbiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2U6_yOKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/BUpu2REOyzA/s1600-h/fair+and+others+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383198293909190818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2U6_yOKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/BUpu2REOyzA/s320/fair+and+others+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those thighs!!! EEK! I love to smother them in kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2UQsNo-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/LGwp7QfwJfg/s1600-h/fair+and+others+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383198282552812514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2UQsNo-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/LGwp7QfwJfg/s320/fair+and+others+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this boy! Take a good look at those cabinets. I finally got the gumpsion to paint them. I'm doing a green color. No, not neon green, more like a sage green. I let you know how they turn out! Wish me the best of luck, I'm going to need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2T63aQwI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nKZtNZpYFJw/s1600-h/fair+and+others+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383198276694196994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2T63aQwI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nKZtNZpYFJw/s320/fair+and+others+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2THp15AI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TRfNcfvQ6T4/s1600-h/fair+and+others+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383198262947079170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT2THp15AI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TRfNcfvQ6T4/s320/fair+and+others+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when Austy tried to dress him up as a princess. He wasn't to thrilled about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes these kids are so crazy I find myself wanting to just cry, whole away in my room and cry. But then you realize how blessed you are to have them and how much better they make your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-5613365192669219276?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/5613365192669219276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=5613365192669219276' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5613365192669219276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5613365192669219276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/09/utah-state-fair-and-misc.html' title='Utah State Fair and misc.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrT3wAkh02I/AAAAAAAAAco/kDBvMJ2fQCk/s72-c/fair+and+others+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-3200768351304105120</id><published>2009-09-16T20:59:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:17:56.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>september so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGyjnDXMwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9l_Knv7786s/s1600-h/september+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382279354532705026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGyjnDXMwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9l_Knv7786s/s320/september+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to get this picture before he grows out of it. Whenever Brody wants food and he wants to be polite he folds his hands behind his back and waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGyjEpOfTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FD0OLwQbUrE/s1600-h/september+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382279345296276786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGyjEpOfTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FD0OLwQbUrE/s320/september+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't that sweet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGyipd6QbI/AAAAAAAAAao/KXGRgtL0FCI/s1600-h/september+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382279338001056178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGyipd6QbI/AAAAAAAAAao/KXGRgtL0FCI/s320/september+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is him folding his arms for the prayer... Austy is SO not excited for green beans. Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx_aR5kXI/AAAAAAAAAag/yikZnd0T_FU/s1600-h/september+2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382278732628726130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx_aR5kXI/AAAAAAAAAag/yikZnd0T_FU/s320/september+2009+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their favorite hide-out. The crib. Look at those doll faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGykM4Yt1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/oCDYDIe_CYU/s1600-h/september+2009+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382279364687214418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGykM4Yt1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/oCDYDIe_CYU/s320/september+2009+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx-UqnH9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/TVpup3T0mBg/s1600-h/september+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382278713941893074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx-UqnH9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/TVpup3T0mBg/s320/september+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't mind Cody's hair. ha ha ha. He won't be to happy to see that one on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx9xaCz9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9p4iA-Xm7Jg/s1600-h/september+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382278704477163474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx9xaCz9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9p4iA-Xm7Jg/s320/september+2009+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx9Tnbp1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/adxgwAv2Gwo/s1600-h/september+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382278696480253778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx9Tnbp1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/adxgwAv2Gwo/s320/september+2009+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx8kD6EdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/68bguaiDx-Y/s1600-h/september+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382278683714785746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGx8kD6EdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/68bguaiDx-Y/s320/september+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this time of year. The cooler air, the leaves changing, hay bales, corn stalks, pumpkins. Oh, i love it all. Life is going super well. Brody says a couple words now, (I know finally). *cracker* bubble bath*mom* dad*. Not to many, but still its progress. And Austy is doing well in school. I think she really likes it which is great. I think if you get the kids excited for school hopefully it will stay with them as they grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So through this whole Kanye West and Taylor Swift thing I realized I've never seen that video of hers. I checked it out the other day with Austy and we were in love. It's so funny, the lyrics are great and she is so crafty to come up with them on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to post some pics of this belly. Every time I go to jump into the shower I'm shocked at what I see and not in a good way. Its just growing and growing, but hopefully a healthy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least I hope I didn't offend anyone with that post about texting and driving. I usually get a few comments on each post but after that one they seemed to dwindle off. Yikes. Sorry if i made you question your reckless driving.... If you want to unfollow me I understand. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-3200768351304105120?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/3200768351304105120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=3200768351304105120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3200768351304105120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3200768351304105120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-so-far.html' title='september so far'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SrGyjnDXMwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9l_Knv7786s/s72-c/september+2009+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-462907540908175547</id><published>2009-09-07T21:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:14:55.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>scentsy party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqXL7vLxVzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Nx2yKPgodrs/s1600-h/scentsy-monthly-warmer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378929557102483250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqXL7vLxVzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Nx2yKPgodrs/s320/scentsy-monthly-warmer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday Sept 10th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-9 pm open house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new fall and winter scents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;any questions and or directions leave me a comment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its totally short notice. But come if you are interested or you just want a night away from the kids. Hope to see you there! &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/5612884781092957637-462907540908175547?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/462907540908175547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=462907540908175547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/462907540908175547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/462907540908175547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/09/scentsy-party.html' title='scentsy party'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqXL7vLxVzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Nx2yKPgodrs/s72-c/scentsy-monthly-warmer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8010816924049433650</id><published>2009-09-05T15:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:58:07.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swine flu</title><content type='html'>or so we thought! Thursday night I took Cody to the emergency room. He had a fever of a 104, he couldn't move his body he was in so much pain, and he was having troubles breathing. They took an x-ray, strep culture, and blood tests. 4 1/2 hours later, Strep Throat and Pneumonia. Pretty crappy weekend we've had here. Not to mention our computer went caput again. Thank goodness we know people who are technically savy. And I'm sick also. But I'm thinking its more of a head cold. Not strep. Do you know what its like to have your children so close and you can't even kiss their little cheekies for fear of spreading germs.. Yah it blows. But we are on the mend and super glad we are healthy and not dying of swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqLeom_TL3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/T9PD25b1Dms/s1600-h/colorado+2009+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378105694275972978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqLeom_TL3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/T9PD25b1Dms/s320/colorado+2009+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqLeoE5OY1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/qAhKXs611GE/s1600-h/colorado+2009+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378105685123687250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqLeoE5OY1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/qAhKXs611GE/s320/colorado+2009+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqLenT4xBNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_VTHBhl7kkU/s1600-h/colorado+2009+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378105671968425170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqLenT4xBNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_VTHBhl7kkU/s320/colorado+2009+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8010816924049433650?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8010816924049433650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8010816924049433650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8010816924049433650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8010816924049433650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/09/swine-flu.html' title='swine flu'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SqLeom_TL3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/T9PD25b1Dms/s72-c/colorado+2009+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6318380279330586224</id><published>2009-08-31T16:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:37:21.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>texting and driving</title><content type='html'>My friend mentioned this video to me about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; and driving. I was in awe when I watched it, tears came to my eyes and I was sick to my stomach. It is &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; graphic and just plain heart-wrenching. They are using it as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSA&lt;/span&gt; for the UK high schools. I really think all teenagers need to see the severity of the risks. Yes, its graphic but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; leaves an impression. I'm ashamed to say I've tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; before while driving, I say tried because I can barely do it while sitting on the couch. I'm not telling you to watch this but if you are interested click &lt;a href="http://www.fox40.com/news/headlines/ktxl-news-ukvid-fullvid0817,0,6653954.story"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! As i said before its disturbing but it really stresses the importance of NOT driving distracted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6318380279330586224?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6318380279330586224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6318380279330586224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6318380279330586224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6318380279330586224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/08/texting-and-driving.html' title='texting and driving'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6537984292499554385</id><published>2009-08-27T21:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:35:53.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kindergarten</title><content type='html'>First day of kindergarten around here. It was a big deal. So exciting, new backpack, new clothes, new haircut. Yeah, Austy. She did so well, just ran right for the playground. Didn't even want to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPxOcPqAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/slErV7ZQgyw/s1600-h/austyn+kindergarten+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852387398723586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPxOcPqAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/slErV7ZQgyw/s320/austyn+kindergarten+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPwg3TSXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/156575qeDCs/s1600-h/austyn+kindergarten+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852375164176754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPwg3TSXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/156575qeDCs/s320/austyn+kindergarten+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPfQjJjBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZCc2eB2W8gU/s1600-h/austyn+kindergarten+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852078726908946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPfQjJjBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZCc2eB2W8gU/s320/austyn+kindergarten+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPe6XruHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cMzAaH5f0a8/s1600-h/austyn+kindergarten+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852072773236850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPe6XruHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cMzAaH5f0a8/s320/austyn+kindergarten+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (orientation yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPeHasHuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZPByslOmpIU/s1600-h/austyn+kindergarten+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852059095637730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPeHasHuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZPByslOmpIU/s320/austyn+kindergarten+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPdQTKMjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A988AkkpIqU/s1600-h/austyn+kindergarten+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852044300104242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPdQTKMjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A988AkkpIqU/s320/austyn+kindergarten+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPcoCnU3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/mMsr72VC1Vo/s1600-h/austyn+kindergarten+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852033493291890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPcoCnU3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/mMsr72VC1Vo/s320/austyn+kindergarten+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/5612884781092957637-6537984292499554385?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6537984292499554385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6537984292499554385' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6537984292499554385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6537984292499554385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/08/kindergarten.html' title='kindergarten'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SpdPxOcPqAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/slErV7ZQgyw/s72-c/austyn+kindergarten+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2134239964858453173</id><published>2009-08-25T23:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:13:36.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby names</title><content type='html'>Of course we don't know what we are having yet but I've already started the process of elimination. Tonight we went to go see POST GRAD. Pretty cute movie. The main girl in there is named Ryden. Yes, like ride-n. I loved it. Absolutely loved it. I thought it would go great with Austyn.  Not to feminine, I'm not a big fan of girly names. Please no one take offense, I'm just more into unisex names. Anyways, our last name doesn't really flow, especially with a girl. Ryden Cox....hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;I also brought up Holden for a boys name, nope that won't work either. What a stinky last name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-2134239964858453173?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2134239964858453173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2134239964858453173' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2134239964858453173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2134239964858453173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-names.html' title='Baby names'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-3870740452456354785</id><published>2009-08-18T18:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:38:33.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>girls.....girls..girls</title><content type='html'>I have a question. We need a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; and I thought what better way to get feedback then this blog. What do you have/ Do you like it/ does it suck like a newborn baby????? I need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-3870740452456354785?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/3870740452456354785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=3870740452456354785' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3870740452456354785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3870740452456354785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/08/girlsgirlsgirls.html' title='girls.....girls..girls'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-3778924106059763560</id><published>2009-08-06T00:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:21:32.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>Song for a Fifth Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,&lt;br /&gt;Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,&lt;br /&gt;Hang out the washing, make up the bed,&lt;br /&gt;Sew on a button and butter the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?&lt;br /&gt;She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,&lt;br /&gt;Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.&lt;br /&gt;Dishes are waiting and bills are past due&lt;br /&gt;Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew&lt;br /&gt;And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo&lt;br /&gt;But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo&lt;br /&gt;Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?&lt;br /&gt;Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-3778924106059763560?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/3778924106059763560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=3778924106059763560' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3778924106059763560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3778924106059763560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7950865791837205849</id><published>2009-08-04T22:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:44:26.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh pregnancy</title><content type='html'>I know that this pregnancy is going to be oh so fun. I am already eating everything I want. I haven't limited myself to anything. My pants don't fit and my belly is already protruding. Yep and its only 8 weeks, &lt;strong&gt;8 weeks folks&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! So next time you see me please try not to gawk at my fatty-ness!&lt;br /&gt;And man am I irritable. Don't make me mad, I may run you down with my car.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously forgot how uncool being pregnant is. Not that the outcome isn't worth it. But its hard business. I remember telling my neighbor Meagan, (we were both about 8 months pregnant at the time) "I will never do this again", and here I am 18 months later . She is the one who wants alot of children and she's not even dumb enough to jump in this early. I should have evaluated better.&lt;br /&gt;What a downer I am, huh. But really I'm stoked for another one. And I keep telling myself maybe we will be done after this. I knew there was another one (after brody) waiting with Raech but this might be the last of my herd.&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting some pics soon because I know you all want a good laugh. And I'm not going to sugar coat it, if I get stretch marks you'll be seeing them. (well, only on my belly. you will not be seeing my fanny.) I loved how my friend Hayley put it our there. She wasn't afraid to show her gorgeous twin belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm lame. Sorry this post was blah. Pregnancy does crazy things. Like with Brody I left my purse on my car and drove down main street. I had no idea why random people were honking and pointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7950865791837205849?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7950865791837205849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7950865791837205849' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7950865791837205849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7950865791837205849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhhh-pregnancy.html' title='Ahhhh pregnancy'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-4149862121118390861</id><published>2009-07-27T19:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:21:37.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado 2009</title><content type='html'>Crap, where does the time go. I feel like I haven't posted for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado....I can honestly say that everyone had a blast! The kids, Cody, they all had fun. But little ol' me. I knew I should have waited to get pregnant until after this trip but I just couldn't keep myself away from Cody....hee hee! But it still was a nice relaxing trip and it gets me super excited for next year when I can join in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm to tuckered to put up photos. Maybe another day. P.S. I hate folding clothes!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-4149862121118390861?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/4149862121118390861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=4149862121118390861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4149862121118390861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4149862121118390861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/07/colorado-2009.html' title='Colorado 2009'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-4103933075896194938</id><published>2009-07-09T23:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:29:08.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one down and one on the way</title><content type='html'>So i'm assuming that our little frogger jumped into the sink. That is the only possible explanation for his disappearance with out the stink. But at least I can stop worrying. We were gone last night and when we got home today I thought for sure we'd walk into a house smelling like a rotting carcass! But nope. Woof, close one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have some stinkin exciting news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SlbPY-cHhRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cC_FBLcYVGw/s1600-h/generic+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356696834788525330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SlbPY-cHhRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cC_FBLcYVGw/s320/generic+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is a generic baby, not one of mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm prego!&lt;/strong&gt; Yahwooooo! Just barely, this little one is due in March. I planned it that way so I wouldn't have to spend my fatty fat time in the heat of the summer. Lets just pray that we can contain 3 rowdy children during Sacrament meeting! Yikes!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-4103933075896194938?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/4103933075896194938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=4103933075896194938' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4103933075896194938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4103933075896194938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-down-and-one-on-way.html' title='one down and one on the way'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SlbPY-cHhRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cC_FBLcYVGw/s72-c/generic+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7459348853053057650</id><published>2009-07-06T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:35:42.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SlJRwh4aNII/AAAAAAAAAYE/T30H5gn3KeI/s1600-h/froggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355432801067480194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SlJRwh4aNII/AAAAAAAAAYE/T30H5gn3KeI/s320/froggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sick to my stomach. My heart is beating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erratically&lt;/span&gt; and my nose is working double time when I walk downstairs into the kitchen. I lost our frog!!! Dillon (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cody's&lt;/span&gt; brother) the sweetheart that he is, won me a swimmer frog at the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July festival! I didn't have the proper facilities so I kept him in a Cool Whip container. I was going to go today (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;) and buy all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt;. They are supposed to have a lid on their cage because they can escape. Well last night I put it on but not super tight because I didn't want him suffocating! Nice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt;, nice! He ran away. I don't think he could have gotten very far, being that he needs water. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt; he's gone! I am just sick. All I keep thinking is he's going to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;deteriorating&lt;/span&gt; and my house will reek. &lt;strong&gt;I hate stinky houses&lt;/strong&gt;. I have to find him. That is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; unsanitary leaving a dead frog just laying around. I know this is going to consume me until I find his rotting corpse. Any suggestions girls???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7459348853053057650?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7459348853053057650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7459348853053057650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7459348853053057650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7459348853053057650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-sick-to-my-stomach.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SlJRwh4aNII/AAAAAAAAAYE/T30H5gn3KeI/s72-c/froggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6035309984319171326</id><published>2009-07-02T15:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:18:00.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love me some rain</title><content type='html'>I LOVE this weather. The thunder, lightning, gallons of rain. The pounding of it on my windows while we eat PB and J!!! So we decided to venture out and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0uoNOn-SI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZfY78CL_fEI/s1600-h/Rainy+day+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353986800294033698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0uoNOn-SI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZfY78CL_fEI/s320/Rainy+day+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0uonvsJxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_it8lFpjDdI/s1600-h/Rainy+day+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353986807412041490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0uonvsJxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_it8lFpjDdI/s320/Rainy+day+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0uo0qDtsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4bPen2J45GE/s1600-h/Rainy+day+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353986810878080706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0uo0qDtsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4bPen2J45GE/s320/Rainy+day+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0upWfGh3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/brLnsVO2k0s/s1600-h/Rainy+day+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353986819958933362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0upWfGh3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/brLnsVO2k0s/s320/Rainy+day+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0up2d3saI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kIBZRfr7-0o/s1600-h/Rainy+day+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353986828543701410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0up2d3saI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kIBZRfr7-0o/s320/Rainy+day+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0v9Ydw35I/AAAAAAAAAXk/lTO2QX3FKXU/s1600-h/Rainy+day+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353988263599202194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0v9Ydw35I/AAAAAAAAAXk/lTO2QX3FKXU/s320/Rainy+day+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0v90r7L6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/9Ves2NhNd9U/s1600-h/Rainy+day+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353988271174791074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0v90r7L6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/9Ves2NhNd9U/s320/Rainy+day+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were soaked so we thought a bubble bath would do the trick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0v-Hu2M9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/prhVTNHloNs/s1600-h/Rainy+day+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353988276287321042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0v-Hu2M9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/prhVTNHloNs/s320/Rainy+day+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0v-hVsxZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/dD-PLmCd6OE/s1600-h/Rainy+day+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353988283161167250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0v-hVsxZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/dD-PLmCd6OE/s320/Rainy+day+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it! &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/5612884781092957637-6035309984319171326?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6035309984319171326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6035309984319171326' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6035309984319171326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6035309984319171326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-me-some-rain.html' title='I love me some rain'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sk0uoNOn-SI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZfY78CL_fEI/s72-c/Rainy+day+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-1017706322789181343</id><published>2009-06-25T21:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:48:30.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i loVe baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon (cody's younger brother) plays little league baseball. I've never been a huge fan until 2 years ago when Cody and Dallas (the other brother) coached Dillons team. It was the best year. It was so fun to watch them interact with the boys and support their team. I love the weather and the atmosphere. It just makes me beam when I watch those little men get up to the plate. I don't mean to brag but Dillon is really good and he is always on some All Stars or super league team. Last night was a great game and I got some fun pictures of the boys. The great thing about it is my friend's son played on the same team, Brody. Yeah I know. It was way confusing everyone was cheering for him when he would get up to plate and my little Brody was looking around wondering where his fan club was. The year that Cody coached I was prego. I loved going to the games and that was something I looked forward to. There are 2 Brody's in the same age bracket as Dillon and so we were always cheering them on. I absolutely fell in love with it and thats how our Brody got his name. Any who for anyone still reading I loveyou! Thanks for letting me ramble but here are the awesome pics! Remember I'm SO not a photographer, sorry Rowe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBGbO3YwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VxAHlguyu4s/s1600-h/Dillon%27s+baseball+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473835868119810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBGbO3YwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VxAHlguyu4s/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBF2PCx7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/HdgQ5n34xSA/s1600-h/Dillon%27s+baseball+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473825936754610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBF2PCx7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/HdgQ5n34xSA/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Austy and her friend Belle, Brody's little sister. Aren't they the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBFjD7nlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/IJfb_UdBZ2c/s1600-h/Dillon%27s+baseball+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473820789874258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBFjD7nlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/IJfb_UdBZ2c/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;woo woo boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBFbfHSJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CFa_TPM9WKE/s1600-h/Dillon%27s+baseball+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473818756401298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBFbfHSJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CFa_TPM9WKE/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dillon and Brody. They both have goofy grins on. hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBE1yPxBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/U0GaVRPed2o/s1600-h/Dillon%27s+baseball+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473808636101650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBE1yPxBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/U0GaVRPed2o/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think thats the other Brody standing in between Dillon and Brody M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRAWWJuOuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jA7ZbPaoBbw/s1600-h/Dillon%27s+baseball+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473009870650082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRAWWJuOuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jA7ZbPaoBbw/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;are they not so freakin awesome??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRAV70fq7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/tOzTHerizaM/s1600-h/Dillon%27s+baseball+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473002802293682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRAV70fq7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/tOzTHerizaM/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dillon on first. He did amazing! He usually is catcher. I think thats my favorite position for him. He throws his face guard off so fast to catch a ball and he gets so into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRAVjxSzNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9MBVgb_TRaI/s1600-h/Dillon%27s+baseball+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351472996346416338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRAVjxSzNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9MBVgb_TRaI/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chillen like villians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351472989711261698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRAVLDWYAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ioSbh2FR6Ug/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkREnlBbzFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/X6KIlYC60G8/s1600-h/Dillon%27s+baseball+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351477703966706770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkREnlBbzFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/X6KIlYC60G8/s320/Dillon%27s+baseball+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brody&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-1017706322789181343?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/1017706322789181343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=1017706322789181343' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1017706322789181343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1017706322789181343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-baseball.html' title='i loVe baseball'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SkRBGbO3YwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VxAHlguyu4s/s72-c/Dillon%27s+baseball+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8260724424809563237</id><published>2009-06-18T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:41:45.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>get a load of this</title><content type='html'>is that Justin timberlake???.......I was laughing so hard I almost peed myself. click &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/72441/saturday-night-live-target"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8260724424809563237?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8260724424809563237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8260724424809563237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8260724424809563237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8260724424809563237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-load-of-this.html' title='get a load of this'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8884478979103307151</id><published>2009-06-18T20:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:44:43.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>woo woo</title><content type='html'>Austy just got back from California yesterday. We have missed her so much this past week. She went with my mom and some friends to Disneyland. (lucky) So Brody and I tried to stay busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4vp_P1_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/IvqsXDDX9kQ/s1600-h/Brody+June+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348861005064558578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4vp_P1_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/IvqsXDDX9kQ/s320/Brody+June+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, that is not a left handed cig!!! That's a Q-tip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4vdj81jI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iQkLcjrEGsA/s1600-h/Brody+June+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348861001728841266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4vdj81jI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iQkLcjrEGsA/s320/Brody+June+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My absolutly postitivly most favoritist picture ever. (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4u73NqwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Zpx3MVpaC1U/s1600-h/Brody+June+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860992682830594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4u73NqwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Zpx3MVpaC1U/s320/Brody+June+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does he not look like the next James Dean. (or is it billy dean?.... some kind of rebel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4uhtshwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/g761RzBz81Y/s1600-h/Brody+June+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860985663588098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4uhtshwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/g761RzBz81Y/s320/Brody+June+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy upstairs doing something of importance ie: blogging. No really I don't remember but anyways he found the cookies in the pantry and was able to open them with his 4 teeth. What a sweet little man I have. In that bottom picture I got the camera out and he knew exactly what to do. cheese it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4ufFT27I/AAAAAAAAAUo/D8Juafm_t78/s1600-h/Brody+June+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860984957328306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4ufFT27I/AAAAAAAAAUo/D8Juafm_t78/s320/Brody+June+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived. But all in all he was soooo excited to see his sister. Mom blows. I really can't compete with his big sis. She is honestly the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8884478979103307151?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8884478979103307151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8884478979103307151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8884478979103307151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8884478979103307151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/06/woo-woo.html' title='woo woo'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sjr4vp_P1_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/IvqsXDDX9kQ/s72-c/Brody+June+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7673868701320084309</id><published>2009-06-03T21:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:23:33.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>uP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Through all the previews I couldn't understand what the rave was all about. But I went tonight to see it with my mother-in-law, Austy-poo, and Dillon. I. loved. it. I laughed my guts out and my eyes welled up like, seven times. I would defintly recommend it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cody's dad kept little todster (brody) and if you know him you'll realize this is a haaauuge deal. &lt;strong&gt;He changed Brody's poopy diaper!&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, he, all by himself. I'm sure it got to the point where he couldn't stand the stink anymore, he had called all the surrounding neighbors and relatives, but not a one was home. When they say grandkids change a person, I totally believe it!! Gary is in love with this boy. (of course he still loves Austy but this little man is a replica of gary!) It's the same for my dad. When I had Austy he was madly in love with her. From the time she was little he talked about taking her hunting and fishing. I love our parents so much and I'm so grateful we live so close to both of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SidLeoMKXjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/t3qAhskzdE0/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322472454970930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SidLeoMKXjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/t3qAhskzdE0/s320/california+and+clubhouse+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SidLSIUL6nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9PDsRZq3wJw/s1600-h/feb+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322257740262002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SidLSIUL6nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9PDsRZq3wJw/s320/feb+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SidLR2PWYLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HgsZ2TtZzUE/s1600-h/Thru+December+1st+681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322252888137906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SidLR2PWYLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HgsZ2TtZzUE/s320/Thru+December+1st+681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SidMGF5rGPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/i-5NhkmsIOg/s1600-h/Thru+December+1st+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343323150445385970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SidMGF5rGPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/i-5NhkmsIOg/s320/Thru+December+1st+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7673868701320084309?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7673868701320084309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7673868701320084309' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7673868701320084309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7673868701320084309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/06/up.html' title='uP'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SidLeoMKXjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/t3qAhskzdE0/s72-c/california+and+clubhouse+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7935748730503804528</id><published>2009-06-01T10:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:12:12.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rockin it old school</title><content type='html'>No not really, I just wanted a fun post name. Austy has graduatated from pre-school and she's off to kindergarten next year. And we've stayed busy with our backyard. The kids jump from the pool to the slide all day. It's been a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-8uAzbAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/q1RcBYZ8huA/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342393902088547330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-8uAzbAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/q1RcBYZ8huA/s320/graduation+and+camping+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-8cCFK9I/AAAAAAAAARw/Kv-47rNM090/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342393897262066642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-8cCFK9I/AAAAAAAAARw/Kv-47rNM090/s320/graduation+and+camping+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-7zAlftI/AAAAAAAAARo/kH95TmFmITQ/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342393886249942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-7zAlftI/AAAAAAAAARo/kH95TmFmITQ/s320/graduation+and+camping+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-7g5SdHI/AAAAAAAAARg/K7eoIpWm4aU/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342393881387496562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-7g5SdHI/AAAAAAAAARg/K7eoIpWm4aU/s320/graduation+and+camping+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-7KLULLI/AAAAAAAAARY/Af661lBBUBw/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342393875289091250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-7KLULLI/AAAAAAAAARY/Af661lBBUBw/s320/graduation+and+camping+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have been campin with gram and gramp!!! That was so fun. I've never seen my kids sooooo dirty. And Brody was obsessed with the four wheelers. Everytime we were done riding we'd have to pry his little fingers off and then he'd throw himself in the dirt, roll around and cry!! But we had fun and we had the luxury of staying in the trailer with my parents. I don't know how my family did it for 17 years without a trailer. Oh, and I shocked the pants off of Cody and my dad with my markmanship skills. Just a little F.Y.I. for all you criminals. I will blow you to smitheriens (is that how you spell it?) so just don't attempt it! Austy caught a fish and a baby snake. She is sooo brave. She held that snake like it was a bunny rabbit. No, I do not just let her pick up random snakes. She knows the rules. But this one grandpa approved. Just a little baby blow snake. He actually was kind of a doll face. And I also took Cody's Raptor for a spin. I'm not a pro when it comes to shifting and there's no way I can go 75 on that puppy, my eyes can't stay open even with glasses on. All in all it was so much fun. We had some good laughs and now we know to pack enough liquid gold (mountain dew) for an army. We'd hate to be in dire straits again!!! Thanks mom and dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQEJiIoztI/AAAAAAAAASg/Y2mUTfVIJAk/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342399619796618962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQEJiIoztI/AAAAAAAAASg/Y2mUTfVIJAk/s320/graduation+and+camping+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQEJS3aTXI/AAAAAAAAASY/Rs_8UlxJ760/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342399615697833330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQEJS3aTXI/AAAAAAAAASY/Rs_8UlxJ760/s320/graduation+and+camping+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQEJMLHr3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/pAq4YBOYxzg/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342399613901451122" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQHcnDXnLI/AAAAAAAAATw/IDU8RqafA4w/s320/graduation+and+camping+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQHcerma2I/AAAAAAAAATo/EnCLAJDRQ-4/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342403243821919074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQHcerma2I/AAAAAAAAATo/EnCLAJDRQ-4/s320/graduation+and+camping+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQHaYvvxDI/AAAAAAAAATg/JGkoH-2Rkp4/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342403207868957746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQHaYvvxDI/AAAAAAAAATg/JGkoH-2Rkp4/s320/graduation+and+camping+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQHY5JXJpI/AAAAAAAAATY/zqcZHLcSuag/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342403182206592658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQHY5JXJpI/AAAAAAAAATY/zqcZHLcSuag/s320/graduation+and+camping+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQHYB-5StI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LFXbHXBjuGk/s1600-h/graduation+and+camping+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342403167398742738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiQHYB-5StI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LFXbHXBjuGk/s320/graduation+and+camping+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5612884781092957637-7935748730503804528?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7935748730503804528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7935748730503804528' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7935748730503804528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7935748730503804528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/06/rockin-it-old-school.html' title='rockin it old school'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SiP-8uAzbAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/q1RcBYZ8huA/s72-c/graduation+and+camping+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-4880378593703262193</id><published>2009-05-20T21:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:35:16.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the letter K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This tag is for Kari!!! 10 things that I love starting with K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kari of course :)&lt;br /&gt;2. kissing my babes&lt;br /&gt;3. kiddos&lt;br /&gt;4. kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k blows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. kit kats&lt;br /&gt;6. knotts berry farm&lt;br /&gt;7. killing weeds&lt;br /&gt;8. kick a clean house&lt;br /&gt;9. koonokie (yeah, you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. ksl!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, that was really hard. All the things I really love do not start with K. Like sleeping, reading, a good tan, yummy mexican food, a good movie, blah,blah,blah!! Oh and I kind of fibbed on koonokie. Thats only a partial love, hee hee hee! I was running out of options. I have some serious cleaning to do and I don't think I really want to. Yeah, I don't. Yah know how half of you guys have seen my house and you all think its super clean well thats a facade. I should show you what it really looks like. I think I'm going to. Here we go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTXujGKuUI/AAAAAAAAARA/srC8-sINK24/s1600-h/need+to+do+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128653035944258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTXujGKuUI/AAAAAAAAARA/srC8-sINK24/s320/need+to+do+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTXuDArl2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vEWvWRn7ovs/s1600-h/need+to+do+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128644422997858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTXuDArl2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vEWvWRn7ovs/s320/need+to+do+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128639893101138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTXtyIq2lI/AAAAAAAAAQw/swbFSGaMlLk/s320/need+to+do+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTXtgogZFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rab4LHgEKhU/s1600-h/need+to+do+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128635194795090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTXtgogZFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rab4LHgEKhU/s320/need+to+do+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty scary, huh. Thats not the half of it. I'd rather not show you my room. But I did do a little plotting for my laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTYbr-bd1I/AAAAAAAAARI/3WAABE34BSo/s1600-h/need+to+do+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338129428513519442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTYbr-bd1I/AAAAAAAAARI/3WAABE34BSo/s320/need+to+do+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slap a little paint on the walls; add a new washer/dryer and a little tile. Thats not too much to ask for is it???? I love that sign. It says it all, no sugar coating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm leaving with this. I love this picture. So precious. Brody rarely sits still so its a big deal to see him relaxing in someones arms. LOVE......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTZkLLfKAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RQNnhavnKhA/s1600-h/need+to+do+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338130673840367618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTZkLLfKAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RQNnhavnKhA/s320/need+to+do+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-4880378593703262193?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/4880378593703262193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=4880378593703262193' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4880378593703262193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4880378593703262193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter-k.html' title='the letter K'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/ShTXujGKuUI/AAAAAAAAARA/srC8-sINK24/s72-c/need+to+do+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-4221107591063930383</id><published>2009-05-13T21:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:06:15.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm here. My computer is totally fine, thank the stars! It just ended up being.. well I don't officially know, but they, the Internet people fixed it. Woooowhoooo! I feel like we have tons of catching up to do, my love. First off California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguQtHy6PTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aOdiZHv9JnY/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+040.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/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguQtHy6PTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aOdiZHv9JnY/s320/california+and+clubhouse+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335517288411577650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguQsw-4pmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5LUovSvJeUE/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+035.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/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguQsw-4pmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5LUovSvJeUE/s320/california+and+clubhouse+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335517282287789666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguQsnlsFyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/udlWRgfNeBw/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+008.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/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguQsnlsFyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/udlWRgfNeBw/s320/california+and+clubhouse+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335517279766189858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flat out honesty..... It was okay. It was alot of work with 2. It was chaotic and we fought alot. Cody and I. Yeah, we had some great times but I don't think Cody understood that all I wanted to do was push the stroller and eat. Yeah, EAT!!! The second we get home Cody and I are totally back to normal, no arguing at all. Crazy huh? The stress of vacation is sometimes not worth it. But yet the kids had fun and thats all that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other big project was this...... TADA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS174CD1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/do9wUMSxXtU/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+067.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/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS174CD1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/do9wUMSxXtU/s320/california+and+clubhouse+067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335519638853914450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS1lIaydI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Zz57btBQ0RM/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+068.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/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS1lIaydI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Zz57btBQ0RM/s320/california+and+clubhouse+068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335519632748628434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS1TUVDsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b-XdHoDi1mU/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+071.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/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS1TUVDsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b-XdHoDi1mU/s320/california+and+clubhouse+071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335519627966746306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS1G7E0OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xeMSiaOxsGg/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+075.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/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS1G7E0OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xeMSiaOxsGg/s320/california+and+clubhouse+075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335519624639598818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS0xqThiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iIBcZTY-qtA/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+078.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/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguS0xqThiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iIBcZTY-qtA/s320/california+and+clubhouse+078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335519618932114978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that freakin rock!!!! My dad and Cody busted that out in 3 days. I kid you not! That was the kids Christmas from my mom and dad. But it secretly was for me. The perfect babysitter! (tee hee) But it holds me and the kids simultaneously. I love it. Thanks mom and dad. And thanks for spending every last minute with us putting it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially feel caught up. It is sooo nice to have my computer back. I can not believe how dependent I am on this thing. I love to check the weather upteen times a day and ksl is my bestfriend! And then not knowing what was up with you daily was devastating. It was like knowing there is a huge bash at your friends house and you are not invited. It blows! Oh I almost forgot we did go to the zoo last week and it was a blast! That was a really fun day. My aunt came with Scarlett in tow, and my cousin's wife, Laura and their new babe, Sky. The zoo, Tres Hombres (yum yum) and shopping with my mama! What could be better??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguVlb-XuSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cr94i1bMH6k/s1600-h/california+and+clubhouse+065.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/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguVlb-XuSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cr94i1bMH6k/s320/california+and+clubhouse+065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335522653947541794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-4221107591063930383?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/4221107591063930383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=4221107591063930383' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4221107591063930383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4221107591063930383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SguQtHy6PTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aOdiZHv9JnY/s72-c/california+and+clubhouse+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7905621864218627216</id><published>2009-04-29T13:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:57:59.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss this</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting at my moms and finally after a week of no internet I couldn't take it anymore. my computer is not liking me at all! I think it has a virus. I miss getting on the computer a gazzillion times a day. But you would not believe how much you can accomplish if you don't have distractions! I miss reading all of your fun posts and I can't wait to catch up on everything. Life is good on our side of town. We are heading to Cali tomorrow and when we get home I'm fixing my baby so I can waste hours on my fanny! I miss you all and I can't wait to feel connected to the outside world!    BON VOYAGE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7905621864218627216?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7905621864218627216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7905621864218627216' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7905621864218627216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7905621864218627216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-this.html' title='i miss this'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2856968040860142870</id><published>2009-04-22T10:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:04:53.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9NU6ZBNBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PwDg4MlGjDE/s1600-h/stitches+and+birthday+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327561905869501458" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9NS95N5tI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lNWH8TuYejA/s320/stitches+and+birthday+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9NSoH6SwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RcKGQUgIsZk/s1600-h/stitches+and+birthday+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327561866606168834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9NSoH6SwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RcKGQUgIsZk/s320/stitches+and+birthday+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J3IJfPqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RQ1o_sIXMH4/s1600-h/stitches+and+birthday+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327558095631498914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J3IJfPqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RQ1o_sIXMH4/s320/stitches+and+birthday+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J25AiViI/AAAAAAAAAOk/b9JfXbAndWU/s1600-h/stitches+and+birthday+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327558091567420962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J25AiViI/AAAAAAAAAOk/b9JfXbAndWU/s320/stitches+and+birthday+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J2TCzHLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Br5b9EDdHyY/s1600-h/stitches+and+birthday+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327558081376361650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J2TCzHLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Br5b9EDdHyY/s320/stitches+and+birthday+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J115komI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xukt2p5xjX8/s1600-h/stitches+and+birthday+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327558073553035874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J115komI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xukt2p5xjX8/s320/stitches+and+birthday+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J1Zr7qFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WV2aZwZDs2o/s1600-h/stitches+and+birthday+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327558065979631698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9J1Zr7qFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WV2aZwZDs2o/s320/stitches+and+birthday+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday is her official birthday but we had her birthday bash last night! It was a blast! Thanks to all that came! We opted out on her friend party. Sorry to all of you she had invited over the past 3 months. Life has been crazy and I decided that going to Disneyland is enough of a party. Lucky girl!! Honestly, I think California is more for my benefit than her birthday present. I love going to California, soaking up the sun, eating all the food Cody will let me have, and enjoying family! Its going to be great! I joke about Cody and his spending obsession but he really is a great guy! He would never deprive me of something I wanted or needed! But anyways her party last night went great! &lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday my little Mouse!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-2856968040860142870?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2856968040860142870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2856968040860142870' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2856968040860142870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2856968040860142870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-5.html' title='The big 5'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Se9NU6ZBNBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PwDg4MlGjDE/s72-c/stitches+and+birthday+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-9192619740982786387</id><published>2009-04-17T10:19:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:55:21.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My story and Our story</title><content type='html'>I have wanted to post this for awhile. Some of you know our history and others don't. I think our story is by far the most amazing ever. Not just because it is ours but because it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cool. And this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;journalish&lt;/span&gt; thing so here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody and I knew each other in high school. He played football and I played the flute in the band. Need I say more. I always thought he was good looking but it never passed the acquaintance stage. The summer after we graduated we ran into each other, talked a little. We both mentioned our plans, him a mission, me college. And we parted. He did serve a mission in New Jersey and I went onto college. While I was there I met Beau. We dated that whole first year and I thought it was 'it'. We married after my first year of college and then we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt; so he could continue to work for his dad in the construction business. Life was rough. We moved in with his parents and that was not a swell idea. We finally moved out with me telling him "I'm going with or without you". So we moved into a little apartment down the street. Things were good. We both worked and I loved life. I thought things were great. We got pregnant and I was working at Smiths in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saratagao&lt;/span&gt; Springs. I loved it. And I worked around some wonderful women. They never preached their religion to me. They never questioned my commitment to mine. They just set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; examples for me and I realized that was what I wanted for my life. I was raised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt;, just not active. I told Beau I wanted to start attending our ward. At the time I also had a wonderful visiting teacher. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;diligent&lt;/span&gt; and sweet. Never judgemental of my life style. Beau started to pull away from me. We didn't connect like we had been. I thought it was the arrival of our soon to be, and maybe my decision to start becoming active. He started things that were out of his character, drinking. I just thought it was stress. Anyways we had our little girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt;, and he was helpful and great. But still no connection between us. He just seemed really depressed. I took him to my doctor to see what we could do. He was not interested in help of any kind. And things just got worse. We were fighting all the time. My mom, the sweet heart that she is, took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt; for me, days at a time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt; was weeks old and my mom would take her so Beau and I could work out our differences. Finally when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt; was 2 months old Beau said it. I want a divorce. I was devastated. I had no idea why. What the heck was going on? I asked him the usual, "are you having an affair" no. " Do you not love me anymore" beau- of course i do. this is just for the best. What???? I begged, I said what ever it was we could work on it. We could pull through this. He was adamant. It was like the shield fell over me and I complied. My birthday was coming up and so my visiting teacher came over with a surprise. It was a picture of the Salt Lake Temple. Beautiful!!! And in the card she wrote her hopes for me and Beau to make it to the Temple together. When she came over I was packing my stuff. She helped me and I told her it was just me leaving. Beau and I were getting a divorce. She felt awful about the card and I told her I was still going to make it no matter what. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the life I wanted for my little girl. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anyhoo&lt;/span&gt; I moved. When my parents were coming to get me Beau didn't want to be there. Right before he left we hugged, cried, yes both of us were bawling, and he told me this was for the best. I had told him once I leave with my baby I'm not coming back. So when I got settled in my parents house I filed. Still having no idea why I did it. I was mopey and a mess. My mom looked at me one day and she told me in these exact words. "He doesn't want you. Let it go" I know that sounds harsh and it probably killed her to tell me that but that was the best thing she did for me. I changed. I filed with determination. I started to get my 'crap' together. I found out about Institute (college seminary) and I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but wait a second in the middle of beau and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; mess I was thinking to myself. Who will want me? A single mother. A baby to raise. A divorcee? And I thought of Cody. I wondered where life had taken him. I wondered if he was married and had kids. Isn't that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt; I went to Institute. That very night I went guess who I ran into....... CODY!!!!! Yeah, I saw him across the hallway and oh, man he was HOT!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; pushed through the crowd to go talk to him. I was so excited. I just wanted to talk to him. To see how life was going. And he asked " SO are you still at Westminster?"... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dommmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me-"Actually I did go one year and then I got married and I have a little girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; now I 'm getting a divorce. " I thought he would bolt right past me and never look back. But he didn't. We talked and it was amazing. He asked about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt; and I asked about his mission. It was great. And we said we'd see each other next week. After that time at Institute we ran into each other around town and Institute. Me and my friend were going to go to the movies and at the last minute she said she was going to bring her boyfriend. There was no way I was going to be the third wheel. I looked up his last name in the phone book and called a random number. Yeah, i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; nervous. It ended up being his cousin. She gave me his home number and I called there. His mom answered and said he'd just left. And she's like "I can give you his cell phone". me- I don't really want to call him if he's on a date. her- he's not, he went to visit a friend. So I did. He must have felt some pity for me because he came. It was a blast. That night I actually told him everything that was going on and I was interested in him but I needed to wait tell the divorce was final. He was so amazing. At the time I was living with my family he would come over, help me bath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt; and put her to sleep and then we'd stay up and talk about everything. He answered all my questions about the church and he was just awesome. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt; and so was his family. I moved out of my parents house and got my own townhouse. That was a big step for me. It was crazy being a single mother, working, paying all my bills, and raising that little monkey by myself. But it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;liberating&lt;/span&gt; experience. Cody and I knew we wanted to get married and go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;through &lt;/span&gt;the Temple. It was a huge struggle having my own place and knowing he should leave at night even though there was no one stopping him from crawling in bed with me at night.&lt;br /&gt;Right about the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt; started talking Cody and I were married. Dec. 2, 2005. She called him dad. And she never knew anything different. Once I moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Tooele&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt;, Beau only came out maybe 4 times to see her and then he stopped. After 1 year of paying child support for a daughter he had nothing to do with he signed over his rights. That was such a blessing. Cody was able to adopt her and we were sealed in the Temple as an eternal family!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love being married to him. We are two opposites and it took us awhile to find 'the groove'. But life is so great. Some may say my life is dull but after everything I've been through I love living this low-key lifestyle. We live in a quaint neighborhood with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; neighbors. Our life is simple and I love it. I stay at home with these 2 beautiful kids and Cody works really hard so we can have all that we need and want. I am so grateful for him and all that he has done for us. When I think about what he gave up to be with me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt;, it makes me wonder why?? He jumped right into a crazy lifestyle of diapers, tantrums, and responsibilities. He loved her as his own flesh and blood. He picks her up, loves her, tickles, kisses, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;disciplines with&lt;/span&gt; love. Here we are 4 years later still co-existing! I feel so blessed. I love our story and I love our domestic life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-9192619740982786387?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/9192619740982786387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=9192619740982786387' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9192619740982786387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9192619740982786387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-story-and-our-story.html' title='My story and Our story'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6317013107660780365</id><published>2009-04-15T14:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:35:14.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>surgery</title><content type='html'>Stitches on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; and now surgery on Wednesday. Crazy, crazy, crazy! Brody had tubes put in his ears which actually went really well. We were there at 6:30 this morning and were out of there by 9:00. Everything went smoothly except when he came out of recovery. He was so cranky and miserable but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; to be expected. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt; was the same way when she got hers done. I'm so grateful we did it. the Dr. came to talk to me afterwards and he told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brody's&lt;/span&gt; ears where full of infection, like a glue substance and no antibiotic would have taken care of it. So we are lucky we had it done now because he was just getting worse. We do plan on going to DISNEYLAND in a few weeks so at least he'll be up to par when we head out. Sorry, no pictures. My camera wasn't working this morning and so you just have to trust me that he looks like a doll in the hospital gown with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;droopy&lt;/span&gt; little eyes from the medication. Oh, he was just adorable with his little butt hanging out of his gown! Oh, and now he has SEVERE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; disgusting!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Major&lt;/span&gt; blow outs at this house. I keep telling myself 'this to shall pass, this to shall pass'! So this house hold will be quarantined for awhile. At least the weather is crummy. And hopefully in a couple days we'll be ready for the sunshine...and probably another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;catastrophe&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6317013107660780365?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6317013107660780365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6317013107660780365' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6317013107660780365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6317013107660780365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/04/surgery.html' title='surgery'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-959610080337902152</id><published>2009-04-13T22:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:37:31.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQPUb99gjI/AAAAAAAAANs/FgRz1V9zauU/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397503238210098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQPUb99gjI/AAAAAAAAANs/FgRz1V9zauU/s320/mar-apr+2009+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my little pirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQPUPh18zI/AAAAAAAAANk/-YOadGY5LMg/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397499899048754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQPUPh18zI/AAAAAAAAANk/-YOadGY5LMg/s320/mar-apr+2009+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQPT4uuHpI/AAAAAAAAANc/CDRuz8WkUGY/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397493779046034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQPT4uuHpI/AAAAAAAAANc/CDRuz8WkUGY/s320/mar-apr+2009+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQPTsXSQtI/AAAAAAAAANU/AZFCN2pOTbs/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397490459525842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQPTsXSQtI/AAAAAAAAANU/AZFCN2pOTbs/s320/mar-apr+2009+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, my little monkey got stitches today!!! I'm so proud of her and how strong she is! She was playing at our neighbors house as I was running some errands around the neighborhood; her and her buddies were in the back yard and the swing hit her right on her eyebrow, split it right open. My sweet neighbors had her all cleaned up when I got there and so I just took her to the urgent care. I heart urgent care!!! They were great. And cheaper than the emergency room. They were so gentle with her and I love the receptionist! She is such a neat lady. good times, good times. Anywho, she got 3 stitches and 2 suckers. She is such a tough little chick. When we got home all she wanted to do was play again. She was riding her bike and fell off, onto her face, yep, you got it. Right onto her eyebrow!!! Road rash all over her forehead and then the 3 stitches holding her eyebrow together. Poor child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just love my babies so much. They are the world to me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQQAS0utzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DSj6-ERd21Q/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324398256697816882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQQAS0utzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DSj6-ERd21Q/s320/mar-apr+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQP_-3FUEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/E3vtQKlF3UM/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324398251338977346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQP_-3FUEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/E3vtQKlF3UM/s320/mar-apr+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQQAdp1uUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lDEsMOGrBXc/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324398259604928834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQQAdp1uUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lDEsMOGrBXc/s320/mar-apr+2009+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture kills me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Crap. Dad caught me poking Brody in the eye. Better pretend to love him better so I don't lose my Easter loot!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-959610080337902152?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/959610080337902152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=959610080337902152' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/959610080337902152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/959610080337902152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/04/stitches.html' title='Stitches'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQPUb99gjI/AAAAAAAAANs/FgRz1V9zauU/s72-c/mar-apr+2009+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-5525726424555441474</id><published>2009-04-13T21:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:07:29.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter was fab!!! The weather was beautiful and the day was perfect. Family, fun, and food. Whats better then that? We did an Easter Egg hunt at my Grandma Eltons house and it was a blast. The kids had a great time. The kids have enough candy to last until Halloween and the best part is Cody didn't have to work. We had him all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQIunRiLPI/AAAAAAAAANM/Mg1w_Haa8I0/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324390256368299250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQIunRiLPI/AAAAAAAAANM/Mg1w_Haa8I0/s320/mar-apr+2009+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQIuGcCS1I/AAAAAAAAANE/Amdywh7Wy3Y/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324390247553977170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQIuGcCS1I/AAAAAAAAANE/Amdywh7Wy3Y/s320/mar-apr+2009+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH75S2q0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/B8Er5RPmoLk/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324389385032346434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH75S2q0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/B8Er5RPmoLk/s320/mar-apr+2009+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my favorite picture!!! Kaesie, Austyn, and Thomas. Best Friends! They were all born around the same time and they have sooo much fun together! I'm excited to see them grow up through the years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH7q97-cI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Yff-C3XeK2M/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324389381186517442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH7q97-cI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Yff-C3XeK2M/s320/mar-apr+2009+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serious egg hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH7R-utfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/577IYuLv4Ec/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324389374478956018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH7R-utfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/577IYuLv4Ec/s320/mar-apr+2009+042.JPG" border="0" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH7Ikd20I/AAAAAAAAAMk/psgwdKfsYDM/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324389371952880450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH7Ikd20I/AAAAAAAAAMk/psgwdKfsYDM/s320/mar-apr+2009+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH6nUkn_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/q2EMdMgQ6Gg/s1600-h/mar-apr+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324389363027845106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQH6nUkn_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/q2EMdMgQ6Gg/s320/mar-apr+2009+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all dressed for church! YEAH!!! And I played the flute in Sacrament. Yes, with the choir. It brought back so many memories of high school. And Raech. We both played the flute in high school and I haven't played since. I can't believe how much I missed it. My family and Codys family came to hear me and it was so nice to know that it meant that much to them. Especially my parents. Me and Raech used to play together all the time and so to see me playing brought back some serious emotions for them. I love them so much and I am so proud of them. I know that we are going to be with Raech again someday. And I can't wait!!! &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/5612884781092957637-5525726424555441474?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/5525726424555441474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=5525726424555441474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5525726424555441474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5525726424555441474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SeQIunRiLPI/AAAAAAAAANM/Mg1w_Haa8I0/s72-c/mar-apr+2009+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7522249742721324320</id><published>2009-04-08T21:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:25:03.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dishes or blogging...?......</title><content type='html'>Seriously I should be downstairs doing the dreaded dishes but instead I find myself compelled to sit right here. Found &lt;a href="http://sexypeople-blog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;this little ditty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I dare you to check it out. I could not stop laughing. And then &lt;a href="http://dandeedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; also ROCKS!!! I think this girl is so cute and I love crafty blogs. So yeah, if you want to waste some precious cleaning time I've got the perfect solution! Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7522249742721324320?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7522249742721324320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7522249742721324320' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7522249742721324320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7522249742721324320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/04/dishes-or-blogging.html' title='dishes or blogging...?......'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6345775752845539339</id><published>2009-04-05T20:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:55:47.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eat your heart out ladies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sdlu6DLqtfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HTFVGnokxnI/s1600-h/Thru+December+1st+239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321406378280662514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sdlu6DLqtfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HTFVGnokxnI/s320/Thru+December+1st+239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an example of how spectacular my husband is!! I know after reading this, you will all want a little bit of Cody in your life!!! We have been debating about going to Disneyland with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Codys&lt;/span&gt; family the end of this month. We went in November, when I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; with Brody; 7 months along, huge, and hungry all the time. All you women out there who have ever been pregnant you know when you eat you can't eat huge portions at one sitting because of the limited amount of space. So right after eating a meal I would be starving again.&lt;br /&gt;Cody no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;likey&lt;/span&gt;. He was upset that I was spending so much money on FOOD! I didn't want a sweatshirt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;souvenir,&lt;/span&gt; I wanted a dang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;churro&lt;/span&gt;, and then some popcorn, and how about some cotton candy on top of that!!! It's not like we had to pay for my pretzel with a credit card, gees!!! And plus Brody is a HUGE eater!!! That kid needed every bit of food I gave him in-utero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes our conversationg today....&lt;br /&gt;Cody: if we were to go you can't be spending money on everything you see.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't want any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt; I just want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Cody: &lt;strong&gt;that's what I'm talking about&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, in his own little round-a-bout way he just called me a fatty fat pig! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; can't wait to crawl in to bed with THAT tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6345775752845539339?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6345775752845539339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6345775752845539339' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6345775752845539339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6345775752845539339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/04/eat-your-heart-out-ladies.html' title='eat your heart out ladies!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sdlu6DLqtfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HTFVGnokxnI/s72-c/Thru+December+1st+239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7898237669053128489</id><published>2009-03-23T22:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:15:31.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged and so forth.. really long BEWARE</title><content type='html'>Not that many of you read this, but I felt like lately I have had nothing of importance to say. And I've read everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; posts but I haven't left a comment. I'm sorry. There is so much I want to say but usually I'm sneaking in here to check the updates and then I run to make sure the kids aren't leaving fingerprints on my newly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;windexed&lt;/span&gt; windows... Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kiddin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;. My house could use a good 'once over'. But we really have not been up to anything. Cody put my laundry cabinets in, but I need to fix some things and paint before I post anything. The monotonous routine of winter is kicking my behind. I'm so ready for spring/summer! Like I told Hayley I can't wait to strap on the old bikini and go fry myself in the backyard. Yes, I do love a good tan. I know when I'm 30 I will probably look like I'm 60 but Hey, I had a good run, right? I've pondered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; about another baby. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of work. and July is sneaking on me pretty fast. So I think I'm withdrawing my former remark. I'm going to wait until I know for sure that I can handle 3 monkeys leaving sticky juice spills all over my floor! I've heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people say that 3 put them over the top. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ANd&lt;/span&gt; if any of you REALLY know me, that could and would happen to me. I feel like I'm always on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Austyn's&lt;/span&gt; back riding her like a donkey. She is 4, just 4 years old and I tend to forget that she's not 12. She will need to be reminded a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gazillion&lt;/span&gt; times to be quiet in Sacrament meeting. But just tonight she told me she wanted to clean so I could stay up and watch a movie with daddy. And she did. Oh, she just melts my heart. So innocent and so perfect. She just wants to help out her mommy. When they are asleep and peaceful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; when I think to myself, I can do this. I want another baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; bad but can I handle another? And there lies the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;. I'll keep you posted when and if there is another little one in our midst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So i have been tagged and I haven't gotten around to them, Sorry ladies. SO here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 (unknown) random facts about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate nails. If I could find a way to make mine stay the same length forever I would. I like mine short! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not afraid of death. I can't wait to see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Raech&lt;/span&gt; and hold her again. I feel like I've had a good run down here and I feel like I have everything I've ever wanted, except watching my children grow. But I'm not in any hurry, I'm just saying I'm not afraid to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go on a mission with Cody when we get older.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aunt Flo hasn't visited for 2 years. pregnancy and then nursing. It's been bee-u-ti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;South Park's episode of Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hanky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;POo&lt;/span&gt; is the funniest ever!! (the first season)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted to grow up in the 70's!!! Love the hair, clothes, music!!!, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tooele&lt;/span&gt; was still small town, you knew your neighbors, kids could run free with out the fear of being kidnapped, Oh and I love the TV shows from back in the day!! Brady Bunch, Partridge family, love it!! I would make a way cute hippie &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to the next one and if some of you want to pretend you don't know me after reading some of those answers I won't be offended! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 Names I go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melissa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;babe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 Names I no longer answer to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;hey you, lame-o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs. Elton (only some of you will get that) maybe in another post I'll explain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 jobs I've had in my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Teller at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;TFCU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thanks for calling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;saratoga&lt;/span&gt; springs smiths this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt; how may I direct your call&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;telemarketing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 places I have lived&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salt Lake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tooele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 places I've really loved&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;San Diego&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washington D.C.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 TV shows that I watch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Martha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;SPeaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Word Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arthur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 TV shows that I would still watch if on TV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step By Step&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saved By the Bell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 places I have been&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dallas, Texas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atlanta, Georgia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nassau, Bahamas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 places I would go in a heartbeat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hawaii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Italy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Africa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 People I e-mail regularly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kim??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 favorite foods&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cafe Rio; I'll settle for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bajio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Frontera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peanut butter and honey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 foods I should like but don't&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cauliflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 friends I think want to do this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Mykell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kristy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I dread&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the dentist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saggy upper torso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what the world will be like for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I look forward to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the future.. I know contradicting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tile carpet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;beadboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;BBQ'S&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there we go. Now I feel caught up in the blogging world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7898237669053128489?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7898237669053128489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7898237669053128489' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7898237669053128489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7898237669053128489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-and-so-forth-really-long-beware.html' title='tagged and so forth.. really long BEWARE'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-1934746035127214132</id><published>2009-03-15T21:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:59:15.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3Nk9ucpQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0E-AjumxoPI/s1600-h/feb-+mar+2009+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313629170295416066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3Nk9ucpQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0E-AjumxoPI/s320/feb-+mar+2009+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3NkVvXAOI/AAAAAAAAAME/lbFK_yUGhHs/s1600-h/feb-+mar+2009+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313629159561822434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3NkVvXAOI/AAAAAAAAAME/lbFK_yUGhHs/s320/feb-+mar+2009+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you aren't that awed but I love it. Totally like a grandma's pantry. Just want I wanted. Now, to add some food in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3Mk1b94wI/AAAAAAAAAL8/m8PhAxNhLhw/s1600-h/feb-+mar+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628068558791426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3Mk1b94wI/AAAAAAAAAL8/m8PhAxNhLhw/s320/feb-+mar+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3MkWXn8KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/k_usid4cZ3Q/s1600-h/feb-+mar+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628060219076770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3MkWXn8KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/k_usid4cZ3Q/s320/feb-+mar+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brody * nebulizer mask * getting even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3LwMN52mI/AAAAAAAAALs/TlfW8fKdBvM/s1600-h/hair+do....+yellow+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313627164140755554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3LwMN52mI/AAAAAAAAALs/TlfW8fKdBvM/s320/hair+do....+yellow+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goof ball! She always wants her hair in a ponytail and I can't stand it. It falls out everwhere and then she looks homely. But I'm absolutly in love with her. I'm this close (---) to cutting it super short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.      YOu maybe haven't noticed but I finally learned how to put commentary next to the picture!!!! Yeah for me!!!&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/5612884781092957637-1934746035127214132?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/1934746035127214132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=1934746035127214132' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1934746035127214132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1934746035127214132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/03/pics.html' title='...pics...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sb3Nk9ucpQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0E-AjumxoPI/s72-c/feb-+mar+2009+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6940899220099200396</id><published>2009-03-15T10:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:34:30.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sad but true</title><content type='html'>Nursing has officially ended for this little cow. We had a good run. 13 months, I can't complain. I know this is a little personal to share with some of you but most of you understand. You know me and you know how much this meant to me. I LOVED it!!!! Yesterday I tried one more time to see if he was interested; no likey! I feel like a free woman but at the same time I'm going to miss that little baby who only wants his mommy. Now, he is this toddler running away from me instead of into my arms. Sad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am baby hungry already. If my arms are empty I feel wierd. I can barely tackle the 2 little monkeys I have, let alone another one. But I feel like Cody and I are just starting our family and its time to add another one. I never got the chance when Austyn was this age to start again. And I wanted my kids close together like me and Raech. So in July we will try again. I'm excited to have the family I've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a little more time I'll post some pictures. I won't have any pictures of my mass of laundry because YES I folded it all last night! WOo WOOO ! But I'll post my pantry (I'm sooo proud). I have big plans to re-do Austy's bathroom. I think as long as I don't ask for Cody's help he won't mind. (i hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6940899220099200396?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6940899220099200396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6940899220099200396' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6940899220099200396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6940899220099200396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-but-true.html' title='sad but true'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-9063658383450861380</id><published>2009-03-13T23:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:53:54.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing new</title><content type='html'>Same old, same old. doing the mom routine. I actually have been able to get out and have 3 way fun girls night outs. Sad, but true I actually missed my kids so much I couldn't wait to get home. I ended up going out  twice in one weekend and I couldn't wait to kiss and love on my babies. Of course by the time I got home they were out, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cody&lt;/span&gt; rocks)!!! I guess you can tell you are meant for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mommie&lt;/span&gt;-hood if you can't be away from your kids for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-did my pantry. Yeah, I know. Pantry??? Well this &lt;a href="http://thriftydecorchick.blogspot.com/"&gt;thrifty decor chick&lt;/a&gt; has really inspired me. I re-painted all of it and then used some retro contact paper on the shelves. I love it. Cody's words... "Melissa, we will never be able to re-sale it. Do you realize I live here. That is way too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;. Why don't you just add a picture of Bob Marley." Of course he is super sarcastic, but he really means all that. He just likes to say it in more of a humorous tone so I won't be over-sensitive.  Next, on to the laundry room. Cody bought me some cabinets for the room and I can't wait to put them up, re-paint, and organize!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; about it. Other than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haauuuge&lt;/span&gt; pile of laundry on my bedroom floor that still needs to be tended to. It's all washed. I just hate folding and putting it away. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;COdy&lt;/span&gt; was searching for his undies through the pile I promised him "tomorrow I will take care of it".  He caught me. I've said that the last 2 days. OOPS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-9063658383450861380?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/9063658383450861380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=9063658383450861380' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9063658383450861380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/9063658383450861380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-new.html' title='nothing new'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-3646902845587937272</id><published>2009-03-03T10:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:58:41.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*****Scentsy Party******</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sa1vvj-TZiI/AAAAAAAAALE/8ItqJQWmxO0/s1600-h/fragrancegroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309022398640776738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sa1vvj-TZiI/AAAAAAAAALE/8ItqJQWmxO0/s320/fragrancegroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey for all you interested I'm going to have a Scentsy Party. They have their new Springy and Summer scents out and they are yummy. Its going to be at my house on the 7th of March, this Saturday at 1:00 - 3:00. Just an open house with some goodies. If you want to come and need the address leave me a comment. Thanks girlies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-3646902845587937272?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/3646902845587937272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=3646902845587937272' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3646902845587937272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3646902845587937272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/03/scentsy-party.html' title='*****Scentsy Party******'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/Sa1vvj-TZiI/AAAAAAAAALE/8ItqJQWmxO0/s72-c/fragrancegroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-900954484106612543</id><published>2009-02-26T21:17:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:07:56.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raechie paechie smaechie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard this today and thought Alan wrote this little ditty just for us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(except she's not a mother or wife) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its down below in 'my faves' if you want to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sissy's Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did she have to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So young I just don't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things happen half the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without reason without rhyme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely, sweet young woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daughter, wife and mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makes no sense to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just have to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know she's smiling saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry 'bout me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loved ones she left behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just trying to survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And understand the why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling so lost inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anger shot straight at God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then asking for His love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty with disbelief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hoping that maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know she's smiling saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry 'bout me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her picture in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'll always be of times I'll cherish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't cry 'cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she walks with jesus and her loved ones waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know she's smiling saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry 'bout me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry 'bout me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know my mom and dad read this often and I want them to know how much I love them. I'm so proud of them. They raised  2 of the best daughters!!!! We were such a close family. We always did dinner together. ALWAYS!!! There were only a few occasions when we got older with school activities that we couldn't sit down together for a meal. We use to talk so much at dinner that my dad would get upset because we weren't eating. That is where we shared everything. Such treasured memories. I don't want to forget. I don't want to forget Raechale's voice, her smile, our special jokes, her smell, her laugh. Right after she passed I panicked because I wouldn't be able to hear her voice anymore. It. killed. me. I took a tape recorder and I recorded her cell phone message. over and over and over. I don't think people realize what the rest of our lives are going to entail. What we have to live with. Yeah, some days are beautiful. We remember her in exact detail and then other days they fade. Her laugh fades out, her smile and perfectly straight teeth. Gorgeous brown eyes. Have I ever told you we planned her funeral for Feb. 21st, her boyfriend didn't tell us that was his birthday until a few days later. Yeah, That right there is not fair. NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*I'm sorry mom and dad you have to read this. Please Don't feel bad if you don't want to continue*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His parents had planned to fly into Utah to spend his birthday with him and meet Raechale, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But instead they were here to hold his hand through the dark. There are so many details of those weeks that seem to just flitter by. I was a zombie. I didn't want to face the truth. This right here is me grieving, my coping method. So please bare with me, don't judge. I have these bad days but they are few and far between. I need these moments to move on in a healthy way. Thanks for listening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-900954484106612543?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/900954484106612543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=900954484106612543' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/900954484106612543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/900954484106612543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/raechie-paechie-smaechie-sad.html' title='raechie paechie smaechie'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-5530470217233022579</id><published>2009-02-25T22:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:12:15.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what time is it???? ahhhhh</title><content type='html'>I should have been cleaning off the table from dinner. Doing the dishes. Sweeping crumbs. You know, doing the mommy thing after you put the kids to bed. NOPE. I linked to &lt;a href="http://herbadmother.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and spent way too much time there. Cody is going to come home soon and cry because he hates when I don't rinse off the dishes immediatly after use!! hee hee I'm the worst at the dishes. I HATE THEM!!!  Anywho, thanks hayley. Time flies... I could have continued for another 2 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-5530470217233022579?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/5530470217233022579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=5530470217233022579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5530470217233022579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5530470217233022579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-time-is-it-ahhhhh.html' title='what time is it???? ahhhhh'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-5323630885896680897</id><published>2009-02-25T15:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:16:21.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shout out to Brooke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SaXOXp5MxSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YAtT5-gSNoc/s1600-h/hair+do....+yellow+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306874641704076578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SaXOXp5MxSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YAtT5-gSNoc/s320/hair+do....+yellow+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SaXOWuotHII/AAAAAAAAAKs/CpVZlkP6_vw/s1600-h/hair+do....+yellow+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306874625797201026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SaXOWuotHII/AAAAAAAAAKs/CpVZlkP6_vw/s320/hair+do....+yellow+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SaXOVtIIrqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PxNH6-h3IkE/s1600-h/hair+do....+yellow+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306874608212291234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SaXOVtIIrqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PxNH6-h3IkE/s320/hair+do....+yellow+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided I would just go with the flow. I'm so use to platinum blond that its hard for me to think yellow-orangey looks good. But it is not Brooke, its totally my uncontrollable hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was pregnant I dyed it, professionally, and it went the worst orange color I've ever seen. I guess when you are pregnant there is a chance your hormones will mess with your hair when you color it. Finally, We dyed it a #5 I think and I went home in tears. I was 7 months pregnant and the last thing  I needed was anything else to be insecure about. Its not the stylist, its this hair.  But hey that passed and this will too. Its going to take me and Brooke a good 4 times before we have it down. But she is such a great friend and she's waaay cheap. In this economic distress I can not afford $90.00 for hair. Sorry Jaime, but I do love you. If any of you are interested in Brooke doing your hair leave me a comment and I'll hook you up.  &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/5612884781092957637-5323630885896680897?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/5323630885896680897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=5323630885896680897' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5323630885896680897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5323630885896680897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/shout-out-to-brooke.html' title='shout out to Brooke'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SaXOXp5MxSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YAtT5-gSNoc/s72-c/hair+do....+yellow+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-4087083985211955968</id><published>2009-02-25T10:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:51:03.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of mommie...</title><content type='html'>Brody is almost completly back to normal. Yahoooo. That makes everything worth it. Tomorrow I sign my little mouse up for kindergarten. Yikes. This is my day.....breathing treatments, cleaning, playing go fish, feeding my herd, and getting the right hair color. My darling friend Brooke is doing my hair and its a work in progress. It always pull really gold and I like my weave to be trashy blonde. I love the stark white look. I know. I know. But I like how it looks on me and thats all that really matters, right? So today we'll try it again. But I'm contemplating just an even brown for now. I'm scared to try it again. My poor hair is going to fall right off my head. I'll post some pictures tonight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-4087083985211955968?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/4087083985211955968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=4087083985211955968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4087083985211955968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/4087083985211955968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-in-life-of-mommies.html' title='A day in the life of mommie...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8425533390695419721</id><published>2009-02-20T23:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:08:32.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my polka-dotted birthday boy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jiNS33kI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5540TmGS-Hg/s1600-h/Brodys+Bday+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138694145433154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jiNS33kI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5540TmGS-Hg/s320/Brodys+Bday+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jh5hQI-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/2gZll92KXYQ/s1600-h/Brodys+Bday+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138688837034978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jh5hQI-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/2gZll92KXYQ/s320/Brodys+Bday+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jh1Ze2DI/AAAAAAAAAKM/C2PEGEHm4wc/s1600-h/Brodys+Bday+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138687730702386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jh1Ze2DI/AAAAAAAAAKM/C2PEGEHm4wc/s320/Brodys+Bday+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jhtvVJ_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/E3VeXYRuZzw/s1600-h/Brodys+Bday+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138685674858482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jhtvVJ_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/E3VeXYRuZzw/s320/Brodys+Bday+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jhTVJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VXsPvNgIHEM/s1600-h/feb+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138678585742914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jhTVJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VXsPvNgIHEM/s320/feb+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor little birthday boy is sooo sick!!! Last week started our hoorah with double ear infections which continued into upper respiratory infection. Then onto an allergic reaction to the medicine. And now 3 days of shots to tackle this brutal infection! He has been miserable. But we were able to have some family over and enjoy cake and ice cream before we spent a good 3 hrs at the doctors office! Things are looking up, he did let us see his beautiful smile a couple times to day. And Austy loved to open his new toys!!! I am so grateful for this little beauty in my life! He is all boy. So curious and so into things! You've probably already read my post about how I didn't want him and I wasn't into the whole BOY thing! But I'm officially the obsessed mother! Those chunky thighs, big brown eyes, and oh so sweet smile! Yeah, I'm going to be the mom dropping him off at school, kissing and hugging him in front of all the cool kids, telling him to 'make good choices'!!!! He'll be a momma's boy! I'll make sure of that.......&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/5612884781092957637-8425533390695419721?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8425533390695419721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8425533390695419721' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8425533390695419721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8425533390695419721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-polka-dotted-birthday-boy.html' title='my polka-dotted birthday boy!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZ-jiNS33kI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5540TmGS-Hg/s72-c/Brodys+Bday+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-7097615127871588740</id><published>2009-02-18T21:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:10:06.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love OR basketball</title><content type='html'>If any of you know Cody, he lives for basketball. When Brody was just 7 days old Cody went back to work for the first day. Everytime he would call me I would bawl, I could barely speak. Just the thought of being alone killed me. That night when he got home from work I was waiting like a lost pup. I jumped into his arms and held on! Brody was born in February, church basketball season. Yeah, that night it ended up being region championship and of course Cody could not miss it. I was devastated!!! I sat at the dinner table eating my wonderful meal that the Michaelis' family provided (Thank YOU)!!! and I was crying so hard my food tasted like pure salt. (Have you noticed when you cry uncontrollably the tears get in your mouth and it tastes just like salt! No? Well thats what it was like) Cody was sitting on the couch putting on his shoes and I was begging him not to go. I pleaded with him not to leave me! I know pathetic but if any of you have had postpartum you'll understand. I COULD NOT quit crying! It wasn't working. So I pulled the "You'll never live this down" card. Needless to say it didn't work. I know. I know. It was only an hour and I survived but it broke my heart. He really couldn't miss that one game for me. It had already been a tramatic day and I really needed him. Come on, I just gave birth to his son!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you all want to run Cody over with your car I'm getting over that. He really is a good guy. But it all lead up to today. He calls me at 8:45 pm. I'm making cookie dough so when he comes home we can relax, eat raw eggs, chit-chat, and watch a little TV before bed. He tells me on the phone he's not coming home he's going to basketball. WHAT THE !!!! Well of course he'll have to stop by so he can get his clothes.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Nope&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; He packed them this morning planning on going. Good thing&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; knew!! It's really not that big of a deal. I just want you all to know I'm a freakin awesome wife.......I allowed him to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-7097615127871588740?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/7097615127871588740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=7097615127871588740' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7097615127871588740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/7097615127871588740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-or-basketball.html' title='love OR basketball'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-8047227536725165186</id><published>2009-02-13T10:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:24:32.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't have something nice to say....</title><content type='html'>then don't say anything! Okay, this is my journal, my blog! I write my feelings, my true honest thoughts and if for some reason or another you have an opinion that isn't friendly do not post it. If I offend you with something, heaven forbid, don't read my blog. Life isn't always the easiest to face and I struggle! This is my struggles, my joys and everything in between. I love blogging and I love to read all of yours! There were some not nice comments on my friends blog , anonymous none the less, and that makes me upset. Keep your opinions to your self or post them on your own blog and I'll be sure not to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, Happy Friday the 13th!!! I love this day. All spooky and eerie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-8047227536725165186?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/8047227536725165186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=8047227536725165186' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8047227536725165186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/8047227536725165186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-dont-have-something-nice-to-say.html' title='If you don&apos;t have something nice to say....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6839123677919444837</id><published>2009-02-10T15:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:39:30.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Model hOme ocd &amp; Love for the Garbage mAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEJd6ikuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/D5wNwYB7Hd0/s1600-h/model+home+pictures+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301304272063992546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEJd6ikuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/D5wNwYB7Hd0/s320/model+home+pictures+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEJCIE5gI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bTqviORzh18/s1600-h/model+home+pictures+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301304264604575234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEJCIE5gI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bTqviORzh18/s320/model+home+pictures+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEIydEQTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GMw80qbZKGI/s1600-h/model+home+pictures+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301304260397646130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEIydEQTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GMw80qbZKGI/s320/model+home+pictures+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEIkL_nOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rkdZ819XLXk/s1600-h/model+home+pictures+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301304256567942370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEIkL_nOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rkdZ819XLXk/s320/model+home+pictures+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEIHltzAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bgsjugwii5s/s1600-h/model+home+pictures+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301304248891198466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEIHltzAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bgsjugwii5s/s320/model+home+pictures+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off I don't know how to post a picture and write commentarty next to it so I'll post all my pictures and then give you the skivvys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... here we go. I know what you are thinking, why pictures of your house? Well take a good look at those beautys. There is NOTHING out of place. LOVE IT!!! My favorite thing to do, (now this is reallly lame,) when cody goes to basketball at night, I put the kids to bed early and I clean. Mop, sweep, vaccum, dust, dishes, wash appliances, blah,blah,blah. And then I like to walk around and admire it. Picture Perfect. I know I'm such a wierd-o. But with 2 kids I rarely ever have it looking so model homish! The struggle for me is the next day. I obviously have everything all angled pricisely and how I want it. The toys are  put away nice and neat in a little basket, organized so perfect. And along come my love bugs. Honestly, I struggle not to follow them everywhere and pick up their little crumbs or replace the toys they have strewn all over. It's a battle for me. I took these pictures so when I need a little boost of selfworth I'll scroll through the old blog and reminecse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my love for the garbage man. This is the lamest of lame. The lowest of lows. You know you need some excitement in your life when you can't wait to find out if the garbage man has completely emptied your garbage can. Last week there must have been a box smashed in the middle of the can blocking it so it didn't fully get dumped. It was still half full when I wheeled it up the driveway. I was really bummed. We use a lot of crap in this household and we need that whole thing. Don't tell but I'm constantly sneaking trash into my neighbors can. Sorry Natalie! So this week I actually yelled yahoo when I opened up the lid to find NOTHING!! What a beautiful sight. To me its like starting fresh, a new day at the Cox residence!!!! Well there you have it, my dull life. Its full of perfectly angled furniture and alot of garbage!!!!! &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/5612884781092957637-6839123677919444837?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6839123677919444837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6839123677919444837' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6839123677919444837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6839123677919444837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/model-home-ocd-and-love-for-garbage-man.html' title='Model hOme ocd &amp; Love for the Garbage mAN'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SZIEJd6ikuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/D5wNwYB7Hd0/s72-c/model+home+pictures+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6330498007873551886</id><published>2009-02-06T21:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:47:33.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SY0QyoMhrpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bucluIztRx0/s1600-h/Feb.+2009+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299910798454402706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SY0QyoMhrpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bucluIztRx0/s320/Feb.+2009+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me* cody* no babies* hair did* makeup on*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; blue iguana* enchiladas* diet coke* chips n salsa* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; he's just not that into you* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kiss* hug* woo* woo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Annette and Gary for loving on our babies!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6330498007873551886?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6330498007873551886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6330498007873551886' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6330498007873551886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6330498007873551886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-cody-no-babies-hair-did-makeup-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SY0QyoMhrpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bucluIztRx0/s72-c/Feb.+2009+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-5490115567813907993</id><published>2009-02-02T23:02:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:52:28.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I'm such a Bummer!</title><content type='html'>You know me, linking to other blogs when I have a spare moment from my kids. I always get myself bawling!!! This is a really sad post so you'd better back out, or grab the tissues.&lt;br /&gt;When my sister passed away my mom told me that she is forever grateful she was able to be a Stay-at-Home-mommie with us when we were little. She told me if she wouldn't have she would have missed out on half of Raechie's life. Who was to know that she was going to be cut short? My mom was able to spend every waking moment (almost) with my little sister and was able to breath in every step Raech took. She was there at every marching band event, every tennis competition, clogging when we were little. spelling bees. There was nothing my parents missed.&lt;br /&gt;Okay where was I going with this.....? Anyways I want that with my babies. I want to be there for everything. We look at our lives and we get down on ourselves and we think we have it so rough!! Well have you ever thought of how lucky we are??? Have you given your babies a love today? Have you picked them up and just sqoze (is that a word?) the life out of them? Mawled them to death with kisses? Went in when they are peacefully asleep and thanked God for them? Have you???&lt;br /&gt;Oh you guys, I had myself crying so hard I thought I was going to throw up. This sweet mother has the most gut wrenching blog. Her sweet baby girl had cancer. Just a little tiny girl of only 2 1/2. So you know I go back through and read her posts, back when little Tuesday was cancer free. If you have babies, you know that they mean everything to you. You'd give up your life in a heartbeat to make sure their little lives would be pain free. They are your WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess where I am going with this is I want to enjoy my kids. Actually spend every waking moment with them. Play with them. Smell them. ( I know that sounds creepy but I love the way they smell.) Tickle them. Kiss. Hold. forever love them.&lt;br /&gt;Brody is going to be a year in a couple weeks and I'm still nursing him. You would not believe how some people feel about nursing past a year!!! The gumpsion of people. I know, I know. I was one of them. But that was before I did it. I have loved "OUR" time. Just me and Brody. When I walk into a room after being gone for awhile he crawls over to me and whines. He knows I will nurse him. I can't go without it. It's like a drug. It's like I'm SuperWoman. I'm the only one who can stop his crying!! Yeah for Me!!! I know what you are thinking, and frankly I don't care. I love it. He loves it and guess what folks I will stop when I'm damn good and ready too, yah I said it. I plan to continue to nurse my year old baby. I plan to treasure every moment that boy needs his mommie!&lt;br /&gt;My message to myself is ---- Life is Short. Things could change in an instant. Take every day as if there will not be another. I know we hear it all the time. But then you run into someone's life who really has been effected by tragedy. Her amazing life story is right &lt;a href="http://half12.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Read it when you have a few minutes and be forever grateful for your life. Your health. Your babies health!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-5490115567813907993?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/5490115567813907993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=5490115567813907993' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5490115567813907993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5490115567813907993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-im-such-bummer.html' title='I know, I&apos;m such a Bummer!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-5245203685085768855</id><published>2009-01-30T00:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:49:20.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Tyson</title><content type='html'>My friend is going through some tough times and I wanted to post &lt;a href="http://masterstable.john812.com/archives/armas.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; website that has the most amazing story on it. Her blog is private so most of you can not view it but I hope she is not offended if I share just a little bit. Her sweet baby boy was just diagnosed with spinabifida. She is the sweetest little thing,( and when I say little I mean she probably weighs a good 90 lbs:), and we really love her and her family. My heart aches to help her in any way possible; to help ease her burdens. As a mother you know you would do anything for your babies and how much their little lives mean to us. I wanted to share this with you and to remind you to keep Baby Tyson in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-5245203685085768855?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/5245203685085768855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=5245203685085768855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5245203685085768855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/5245203685085768855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-baby-tyson.html' title='Sweet Baby Tyson'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-1182498768397096042</id><published>2009-01-28T21:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:44:50.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cHeck Out tHis HottIE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv86aBKMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bTtpgQJHDWo/s1600-h/wed40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296567360281454786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv86aBKMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bTtpgQJHDWo/s320/wed40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv8k11mjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d_oFywWiLWQ/s1600-h/wed46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296567354492557874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv8k11mjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d_oFywWiLWQ/s320/wed46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv8TPsGfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M3wgEjILLnc/s1600-h/wed49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296567349769148914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv8TPsGfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M3wgEjILLnc/s320/wed49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv7-wzfWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dIELaSg8oMk/s1600-h/wed58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296567344270900578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv7-wzfWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dIELaSg8oMk/s320/wed58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv7wEQFkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RDeiU9zdw8E/s1600-h/wed72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296567340325934658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv7wEQFkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RDeiU9zdw8E/s320/wed72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, not me silly. Raechale!! I've been wanting to post pictures of her and then I remembered my wedding pics. Yeah!! This was actually the last pictures we have of her. Sad, huh?  2 months after my wedding she was called Home! But I just wanted you to know how great she was. And what a doll face she is !!! Look how little Austy was. Crazy how time flies. If you haven't realized it yet,.... It will be 3 years now that Raech passed on the 15th of February. This is going to be a rough next couple weeks! So if you don't want to hear about me babble n bawl then this is not the blog for you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She did send me a little reminder of her love on the 20th of February last year, My Brody!!!  Even though February is one of the hardest months to face there is this beautiful ray of sunshine peeking at me, reminding me she's close by. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-1182498768397096042?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/1182498768397096042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=1182498768397096042' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1182498768397096042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1182498768397096042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-out-this-hottie.html' title='cHeck Out tHis HottIE!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SYEv86aBKMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bTtpgQJHDWo/s72-c/wed40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-1490115689535725932</id><published>2009-01-27T21:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:37:23.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag               You know I can't resist</title><content type='html'>A- Attached or Single? Attached&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend? Of course its Cody, I can talk his ear off all night and he NEVER complains&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie? Cake&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of Choice ? The day before the day cody doesn't have to work ( does that make sense???) because then we stay up way late watching some TV and eating ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential item? contacts, yah i'm super blind without them&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite color? lately its been Green, any shade, neon to olivey&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy bears or worms? Worms&lt;br /&gt;H- Home Town? Tooele&lt;br /&gt;I- Indulgence? Fake baking.... I know its super unhealthy but I love the way I look extra crispy&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July? July!!&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids? Two&lt;br /&gt;L- Life isn't complete without? Humor!&lt;br /&gt;M- Married? Yes. Twice. But this is the last one. I really like this oNE!&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Brothers and Sisters? One sister, Raechale!&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples? Oranges sound better right now&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias? I'm afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote? That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet... Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;R-Reasons to smile? My sweet babies, my companion, our warm house, Cody's job, our Health!&lt;br /&gt;S- Season of Choice? Fall&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag 5 people? Come on, you know you wanna!&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown fact about me? I wouldn't mind having a minivan!!! Sorry Cody!&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable? Carrot&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst habit? picking scabs, I know gross, huh?&lt;br /&gt;X- X-ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasound&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your favorite food? Mexican&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac sign? Virgo, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kari! I love reading these things about other people. It does take some time to do but I love reading others answers. So if you have a spare 30 minutes DO IT!! I have loved having this blog and reconnecting with a lot of you girls! Its funny how life takes us all in different directions but yet still here we are, sharing our lives with each other. Thanks for reading my posts about my life and your sweet comments. It really makes my day to read those and know that you are there for me! Or looking at other peoples blogs and reading your comments on their posts and knowing that we look out for each other. We are hear to listen to each other, to cry with one another. You guys Rock!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-1490115689535725932?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/1490115689535725932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=1490115689535725932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1490115689535725932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1490115689535725932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-you-know-i-cant-resist.html' title='Tag               You know I can&apos;t resist'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2808156077087422999</id><published>2009-01-21T22:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:52:37.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another Stinky post.... Sorry</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know not a super fun post. But have you ever noticed how not everyday is easy....I was looking through some old CD's and I found Dixie Chicks- Home- and all I thought of was Raech!!!! This whole CD reminds me of her. Travelin Soldier.. love that song. We'd blast it in my truck and just scream it. I know its not much of a blasting song but it is so beautiful, it makes me cry! (the song and also Raechie) I miss her like crazy. Somedays are so hard. Yesterday my dad told me they had a man come to their house to ask them a couple questions. He was representing Cameron as a private investigator to see if he can help get him an appeal. It breaks my heart. All this for a monster who took a life. Raech didn't get all these extra chances at a life here on earth. Yesterday I tried to get on and post but  I was a wreck.  I couldn't type because I was so upset. Not tears, but more of the feeling- want to run and never look back-&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd have to deal with this much hardship...&lt;br /&gt;Raech would never want me to sit here and mope around. As I read back through my post it is kind of pathetic, but damnit this is my journal. This is my life. This is what I face sometimes. This neccesarily isn't for you, its for me, to look back and say " I conquered that day, I survived"&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed sometimes it feels so good to cry. It seriously is like releasing that stinky feeling of hopelessness. I can't change the way things turned out but I can change the way I view it. I can fantasize about my reunion with her. Crossing through the veil and into her arms. The way she smells, her soft hair.    You know how people give you fake, crappy hugs, like the one arm hug or the tap your back hug. Not her. She'd get her arms around me really good and squeeze. She never pulled away when she knew I needed her.  Oh, my sweet, sweet baby sister!&lt;br /&gt;On a funnier note we did share some really funny mannerisms. I don't know if thats what you would call it but anywho.. We had the weakest bladders, (still do) and whenever someone would get us laughing really hard, we'd have to do this wierd pose, like squat down and cross our legs so we didn't widdle all over! We were so much alike! yeah, I am lucky that I have those memories to keep me chuggin along! She totally ROCKED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-2808156077087422999?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2808156077087422999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2808156077087422999' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2808156077087422999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2808156077087422999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-stinky-post-sorry.html' title='another Stinky post.... Sorry'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-1197908587754205800</id><published>2009-01-21T21:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:26:16.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ScRub a duB Dub...2 moNKeys in a tuB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxUJYUUfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fKPkSEsM6fY/s1600-h/Jan+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293965215414899186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxUJYUUfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fKPkSEsM6fY/s320/Jan+2009+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxTnHlNrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CNrVI8oO7QU/s1600-h/Jan+2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293965206217897650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxTnHlNrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CNrVI8oO7QU/s320/Jan+2009+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxTLXT6OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ArxjuAxdL0U/s1600-h/Jan+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293965198767679714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxTLXT6OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ArxjuAxdL0U/s320/Jan+2009+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxS3_oi6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/7mrotad_V9Q/s1600-h/Jan+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293965193568095138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxS3_oi6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/7mrotad_V9Q/s320/Jan+2009+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxR_8IPVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/chdbnjLY0gg/s1600-h/Jan+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids favorite thing to do. Seriously, they both love it. Everytime I go to pull Brody out he's screaming and hanging on with his toes... just kidding but he really does cry and scream. They would stay in there for easily an hour but I'm lame and I make them get out because, by then, the water is so cold I could be turned in for neglect of a child. I'm soaked when we get done. Austyn never was this active in the bath but Brody is down right scary. He just flings around and water flies everywhere. He laughs and his sister antagonizes so he continues. It really is fun to see the way he looks at his sister. Boy, that kid loves her!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay on with the funny story. This is why I fell in love with Cody. His quick witted humor (Not the only reason) But a huge part of it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topless Toll Booth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I said it.... TOPLESS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were joking about how pennies are money. (It's on Everybody Loves Raymond) And I asked him if thats what he would say to the ladies in the toll booth in Jersey. And it proceeded into topless women working the toll booth. An extra dollar a car for that lane. We've decided that's how the government will escape this reccession. Spread it like wildfire folks, its a brilliant plan!! How could it possibly fail????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-1197908587754205800?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/1197908587754205800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=1197908587754205800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1197908587754205800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/1197908587754205800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/01/scrub-dub-dub2-monkeys-in-tub.html' title='ScRub a duB Dub...2 moNKeys in a tuB'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SXfxUJYUUfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fKPkSEsM6fY/s72-c/Jan+2009+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-2845357781117510859</id><published>2009-01-16T22:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:34:40.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah, calling all Sarahs</title><content type='html'>Sarah Reber if that is you who commented on my blog, and you have the gall to put a comment on my blog, just for me to find out yours is private... ohhh, you. Okay how will I get invited to be on your cool list? Here's my e-mail... .. Please put me on your list. I would love to see how you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-2845357781117510859?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/2845357781117510859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=2845357781117510859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2845357781117510859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/2845357781117510859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/01/sarah-calling-all-sarahs.html' title='Sarah, calling all Sarahs'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-3818303152183220190</id><published>2009-01-16T22:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:09:45.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, man</title><content type='html'>I am so not smart on this stupid blogger!!! So anywho, I had to delete my big 5 post... like any of you really care but I was kind of bummed. I messed around with it so much I screwed it up. I was trying to make the gaps in between paragraphs not so freaking huge and I, viola, I schruted it.... hee. hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-3818303152183220190?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/3818303152183220190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=3818303152183220190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3818303152183220190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/3818303152183220190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhh-man.html' title='Ahhh, man'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-6398046273711865255</id><published>2009-01-14T23:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:30:16.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the buRbs!!!</title><content type='html'>Can I just brag for a minute!!! I feel like we moved into the best neighborhood EVER!!! I love my neighbors, love them. One of the sweet couples on our street are going through a serious trial in their lives. Looking through the comments on their blog, I just had to beam. Our little street is full of helping hands and thoughtful gestures. I love it. I just feel like the luckiest shmuck ever. When we first moved here I thought this neighborhood blew!!! Yah, I said it ....BLEW!!! But as I started to get to know all of you I realized, gee,   I like you.  A couple of us moved in around the same time, little starter families, just like us and we formed our own little community. I love our street. And I love that no matter what is going on in your lives you are willing to be their for another!!! We love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612884781092957637-6398046273711865255?l=melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/feeds/6398046273711865255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612884781092957637&amp;postID=6398046273711865255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6398046273711865255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612884781092957637/posts/default/6398046273711865255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandcodycox.blogspot.com/2009/01/burbs.html' title='the buRbs!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899664420195283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612884781092957637.post-1795207627781468445</id><published>2009-01-12T21:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:17:57.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvAfQJUcRUI/SWwhGY1bOuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6NmIAGZvCj8/s1600-h/Thru+December+1st+605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290640055882955490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; C
