<?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-2630493966910103732</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:35:53.549-05:00</updated><category term='Ryan'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Alex'/><category term='pic of a great big brother'/><category term='school'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about our family, mostly the boys, for those of our family that live far away.  Unfortunately that's about 100% of Renee's family, so it's really for them.  Also I want something the boys can look back on in the future and share with their families.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5580122649046237705</id><published>2012-02-04T19:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T19:39:19.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picture updates</title><content type='html'>Seeing as how I haven't taken a lot of time to blog, I'm just going to add pictures from the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was spent at Fall Creek Falls State Park in Tennessee.  We've been there before and absolutely love it.  It's virtually tech free since wi-fi is sporadic and only in the lobby.  It was a wonderful change and we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked all of Christmas this year, so I instructed Mike to take pics.  He took 4.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all in all we're doing great and life is going on day by day.  Spring break is almost here and since we've had NO snow days this year, we might actually be out before the end of May!!!!  So exciting :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a day in the life, picture style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRnAxiIKLmk/Ty3ODzPrd8I/AAAAAAAAA2I/16-RISFrvb0/s1600/DSC_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRnAxiIKLmk/Ty3ODzPrd8I/AAAAAAAAA2I/16-RISFrvb0/s320/DSC_0579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705442867639187394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQl6M_SXpB4/Ty3ODd7F4WI/AAAAAAAAA10/klQq1mP1ubw/s1600/DSC_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQl6M_SXpB4/Ty3ODd7F4WI/AAAAAAAAA10/klQq1mP1ubw/s320/DSC_0467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705442861915693410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9oCSrF3I1ic/Ty3OC8w_9cI/AAAAAAAAA1o/2vPmtWpg8Jg/s1600/DSC_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9oCSrF3I1ic/Ty3OC8w_9cI/AAAAAAAAA1o/2vPmtWpg8Jg/s320/DSC_0449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705442853014992322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLu4-4lEqLk/Ty3OCt47tXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/I6Q4aP8KQJU/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLu4-4lEqLk/Ty3OCt47tXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/I6Q4aP8KQJU/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705442849021736306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_UHEwgV9do/Ty3PRGzDjiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Pv-hyza30J4/s1600/DSC_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_UHEwgV9do/Ty3PRGzDjiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Pv-hyza30J4/s320/DSC_0628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705444195737767458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ04qJOhVNs/Ty3PQ5o20zI/AAAAAAAAA20/Vh-juOC2bFA/s1600/DSC_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ04qJOhVNs/Ty3PQ5o20zI/AAAAAAAAA20/Vh-juOC2bFA/s320/DSC_0626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705444192205329202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2huC_TowKE/Ty3PPxZ3TDI/AAAAAAAAA2o/y9AqpUUqCtw/s1600/DSC_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time just seems to move so quickly when life and kids happen.  I try to take it all in, but I wonder some days how much I'm missing.  I hope not much.  I want to remember everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy lately with a little of everything.  Working at the hospital, teaching childbirth classes, Zumba fitness Sunday through Thursday (sometimes twice in one day on top of my normal gym hours), and Divas in Defense.  Thank goodness the majority of this is done while the kids are in school and daycare so it doesn't make me feel like I'm cutting my time with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Divas in Defense doesn't really take that much time, but I get so much from it.  For me it's like giving back and letting people know it's okay to say "NO".  After our visit to "The Nest"  http://www.thenestlexington.org/ a few weeks ago I see things in such a different way.  You see, my partner in this venture, that asked me to come on board, used to go to this place when she was a child.  Being the older daughter of a bipolar and quite unstable mother, she found herself dirty and homeless on more than one occasion.  They lived in the ghetto of Lexington which to this day is a very scary place. I believe that is what makes her so passionate about what we do and her passion has definitely reached a place in me.  I was so fortunate to never have to go through anything like that in my life.  I was never destitute or homeless.  I've always had clean clothes....maybe not what I wanted, or what my friends had, but at least they were clothes.  And I guess I had toys.  I never remember really wanting all that many toys.  I do remember the Christmas Santa brought the Atari.  I was on top of the world :)  I am so grateful to God and my parents for being stable.  And although life wasn't always perfect, it was still a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander went for his 4 year check up last week....17% BMI.  I guess that's what happens when you're almost 42 inches and 38 pounds.  Wow!!  His pediatrician talks about how smart he is....of course he's a lot like Ryan.  Always reading and watching "Word World"  What would we do without that and "Bubble Guppies"?  I'm glad he's a little bright :)  On the flip side, he's hit the terrible 4's.   Two's were okay and three's were good, but he's learning to talk back and push the envelope.  I'm sure the people in Target thought I was abusing my child the other day as I put him in the front of the buggy.  He was in the back and kept standing up.  I promptly picked him up, swatted his backside, and set him down....kicking and screaming the whole time.  Him, not me, although I felt like I could.  He's just as bullheaded as his older brother (and his mother)  It's going to be a long year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan on the other hand, turns 8 in 13 days.  Wow.  And it's not just the age.  He is really beginning to mature in such a way that amazes me completely.  I had a parent teacher conference last Wednesday.  In the beginning I was not a fan at all of his teacher.  I didn't like the way she presented herself on orientation night and she didn't talk a lot. Maybe she was nervous or something.  Then a few weeks ago, I got together with all of his teachers, the parent resource, and social worker at the school.  I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page as far as Ryan was concerned.  Certain things were addressed and I felt very good after leaving there.  But it wasn't until the one on one with his teacher that I truly felt like Ryan was going to flourish this year.  We went through things from the beginning of the year until now with her showing me his progress in writing.  She talked about how kind &amp; loving he is.  Of course, I know all of these things, but to know it carries over into other places other than home makes my heart happy.  Then we just chatted.  It's amazing how in just a few times of talking, how she knows me very well.  She said, "I feel like you are very strong and confident and don't let what others think bother you.  You are yourself and it doesn't matter what other opinions people my have".  She so hit the nail on the head.  I mean, I don't want people thinking badly of me in any way, but I also don't put up a front.  I am what I am, like it or not.  This is me.  I try to raise my kids the same way.  I want them to appreciate what God gave them and work with it as best as possible.  She and I talked a lot about being grateful for things and how I try to impress that upon Ryan (his school is very diverse and that's good for him).   As I left, she walked me out to the front door and said, "I feel like I just need to give you a hug"  It was one of the most real hugs from an almost total stranger I have had in a long time.  Heart felt and meaningful which felt so good.  I know this teacher is here for Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But speaking of his maturing.....he received a cool cat the other day.  It's something that gets handed out when the student is excelling, or striving for personal best...things like that.  He got one for "helping others"  His teacher had written in his planner to make sure I asked him about it.  Come to find out, he saw a younger student having trouble with his backpack and stopped to help him zip it up.  It makes my heart so happy to know that for all the years of struggles we've had, something has really gotten through to him.  Even this week.......Monday we got a letter about a play they will be attending and the cost of $10.  I just said in passing I may send some extra money because not all parents have even the extra $10 it would take for their kids to go.  I explained to Ryan again, just how blessed and grateful we are to have what we have.  And although he says it in his prayers every night, I wasn't sure how much he really "gets" it.  Until this morning, when I saw him emptying his piggy bank.  When I questioned him, he said he wanted to help out, too.  "Help out with what?" I asked.  "You know, with the money for the play."  I had tears in my eyes.  Knowing that my son is grasping the concept of helping and loving others, sacrificing self for others.  WOW!!  Thank you God for allowing me to teach him and open his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had our Halloween adventure last night.  Some houses were scary......we didn't even go to those.  Some were just down right fun and the kids had a blast.  Ryan decided he would go as Kowalski from Madagascar and Alexander chose to be the dragon Ryan had at that age but never wore (he hated trick or treating a few years ago).  They were both so cute and got a lot of loot.....yes some I've already raided.  I'll work it off tomorrow when I teach Zumba fitness and stretch with yoga :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkYOXfSYJW0/TrCaFMkEigI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wCTllN860ro/s1600/DSC_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkYOXfSYJW0/TrCaFMkEigI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wCTllN860ro/s320/DSC_0859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670201344921995778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LTbJAXSDgA/TrCaEslmVbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/w3z5F-koo0U/s1600/DSC_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LTbJAXSDgA/TrCaEslmVbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/w3z5F-koo0U/s320/DSC_0864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670201336338470322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SxxHGFX_DLY/TrCaDxX740I/AAAAAAAAA0I/R_s8OCxLmIM/s1600/DSC_0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SxxHGFX_DLY/TrCaDxX740I/AAAAAAAAA0I/R_s8OCxLmIM/s320/DSC_0852.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670201320443470658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9yViaydSsxE/TrCaDWVQlEI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3p8vi04ETFg/s1600/DSC_0841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9yViaydSsxE/TrCaDWVQlEI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3p8vi04ETFg/s320/DSC_0841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670201313184486466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful and safe start to the holiday season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7901872388636035409?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7901872388636035409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7901872388636035409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7901872388636035409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7901872388636035409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-of-this-little-of-that-and.html' title='A little of this, little of that, and growing up'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkYOXfSYJW0/TrCaFMkEigI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wCTllN860ro/s72-c/DSC_0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-3472630514680552148</id><published>2011-10-09T21:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:49:06.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex'/><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIP3cDAIgTo/TpJKSevvg6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Jhl6XxPiLEk/s1600/DSC_0710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIP3cDAIgTo/TpJKSevvg6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Jhl6XxPiLEk/s320/DSC_0710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661669362909545378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who just turned 4 years old!!  It's amazing to me how quickly time seems to move when you have children.  One day they're born, the next they're telling you what they don't want to do.  Holy Cow how time flies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we opted to have a party at Kid's Place at LAC.  I know he's only 4, but it really was relatively inexpensive and he and his little friends had a really good time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO4eRsBhZRs/TpJLQNKXaRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/wOGWjmJdKvc/s1600/DSC_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO4eRsBhZRs/TpJLQNKXaRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/wOGWjmJdKvc/s320/DSC_0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661670423341263122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dgF7teSM5es/TpJLPzbm_ZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/6BI8CxVP8Yw/s1600/DSC_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dgF7teSM5es/TpJLPzbm_ZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/6BI8CxVP8Yw/s320/DSC_0687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661670416434265490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I made the cake as always.....this year was the "Angry Birds".  He had talked incessantly about having that particular type of cake, so I had to oblige.  It took some time, and although it wasn't absolutely perfect, it was what made him happy.  I definitely need to try it again someday. (Ryan wants Rio which should be very interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PN2qrZJ1kpU/TpJMGaX1L0I/AAAAAAAAAyE/U7uL3KCxiXQ/s1600/DSC_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PN2qrZJ1kpU/TpJMGaX1L0I/AAAAAAAAAyE/U7uL3KCxiXQ/s320/DSC_0674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661671354600337218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time playing and eating cake and ice cream and then playing some more.  There were tokens for games and plenty of space to burn off tons of energy.  The kids were exhausted by the time we left.  Needless to say, so was I so it was Dominoes for dinner :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_228WiN0pE/TpJNlTepb6I/AAAAAAAAAyk/rb70ctfAZ4s/s1600/DSC_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_228WiN0pE/TpJNlTepb6I/AAAAAAAAAyk/rb70ctfAZ4s/s320/DSC_0788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661672984837451682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2SV8R6t868/TpJNk2hJ02I/AAAAAAAAAyc/CLe0piAguOU/s1600/DSC_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2SV8R6t868/TpJNk2hJ02I/AAAAAAAAAyc/CLe0piAguOU/s320/DSC_0760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661672977063334754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPH1uzKlzPY/TpJNkvCjQNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/sVyjGoaKi-E/s1600/DSC_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPH1uzKlzPY/TpJNkvCjQNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/sVyjGoaKi-E/s320/DSC_0751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661672975055929554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfZuOnJ5Meo/TpJNkHzuLVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/vaI2vBXwmrM/s1600/DSC_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfZuOnJ5Meo/TpJNkHzuLVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/vaI2vBXwmrM/s320/DSC_0681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661672964524748114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a family photo, which turned out okay considering Ryan was acting as the class clown and didn't want to smile like the rest of us.  That's okay though.  I'm happy with this and know that no matter what I have a great family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQVNRxAeOdY/TpJOc1u7ObI/AAAAAAAAAys/lji8XqxrKAE/s1600/DSC_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQVNRxAeOdY/TpJOc1u7ObI/AAAAAAAAAys/lji8XqxrKAE/s320/DSC_0714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661673938925337010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for all of my many blessings, too numerous to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-3472630514680552148?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3472630514680552148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=3472630514680552148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3472630514680552148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3472630514680552148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIP3cDAIgTo/TpJKSevvg6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Jhl6XxPiLEk/s72-c/DSC_0710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-3997747370381601590</id><published>2011-10-09T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:26:38.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rant and rave</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I'm behind, and haven't posted about Alexander's birthday,  but sometimes life just gets in the way.  Do you ever feel like, "If I could just stop doing everything I do for just a week, i wonder what I could accomplish?"  That's the way I feel.  Don't get me wrong, I know the things I do are by my choosing, but some days I wish I didn't do anything else except deliver babies.  No extra classes, no gym classes, no birthing classes..........just me. I am actually sort of looking forward to the holidays as they approach in the coming months just for that reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School for Ryan is going much better.  I met with his teachers, the parent/teacher liaison, the social worker, and the vice principal last week.  And although in the beginning I was not much of a fan of his teacher, I love her now.  She talked a lot about Ryan and noticing triggers of his behavior.  They have worked on doing things differently and he's been fine.  Thank you God for a teacher that pays attention and works with him to create a better environment for everyone.  I also love that even last week as a little boy started to poke and prod him in line, Ryan did nothing in return other than look at his teacher.  He made a very mature decision to not poke and prod back, but to get the attention of Mrs. V and let her handle it.  She praised him for his decision and so did I.  I think he's finally coming in to his own during this 2nd grade year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Ryan.......I let him go on his first overnight trip out of town.  He went to the farm of a friend's grandparents.  He was oh so excited and I was just as nervous.  He would be over an hour away......would he do okay being that far away from home?  Of course he did!!  He loved every minute of it in the hot tub, going to the chicken coop, and riding a 4 wheeler.  Although that is not something I would have normally let him do, I was not there to make that decision for him.  He did tell me he rode slowly with an adult so I felt somewhat better about the situation.  When I picked him up this evening, he had a deer antler and 6 farm fresh eggs he picked from the coop this morning.  He really enjoyed the farm and spending time with his "bff".  I love how he has this friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander has graduated to a big boy high back booster seat now.  Oh my goodness.....he hops in and buckles himself up without my help.  When did this happen?  He's watched Ryan so much and knows exactly how to do things.  I am just in amazement over how much he has grown up over the past few months.  I no longer have a toddler.  I have a young boy.  He's all smiles and full of information.  He loves to sing and dance and even at Chipotle tonight he was dancing in his seat.  What can I say?  He comes by it naturally :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for both of my beautiful boys.  I am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-3997747370381601590?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3997747370381601590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=3997747370381601590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3997747370381601590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3997747370381601590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/10/rant-and-rave.html' title='rant and rave'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5946490173753776672</id><published>2011-09-20T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:34:19.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Breathing</title><content type='html'>It's just been one of those afternoons.Ryan got off the bus and hung his head.  I know what this means anytime it happens....rough day.  These rough days are becoming more and more frequent and I am at a loss.  Yet again today he refused to do his work.  Not that he just didn't want to do it.....he flat out REFUSED.  When I was growing up this wasn't an option.  You did your work regardless.  I don't really understand what his problem is. Yes, I know he has ADDYes, I know that sometimes school is a challenge because he is bored out of his mind.  He needs to be more challenged on a daily basis.But sometimes I think it's nothing more that a good backside beating would fix.  I know there are others like myself that struggle with this and it's just so hard some days.  I have said the same thing over and over thousands of times, "sit down and do your work"  "Just do it!!!"  I have taken away many of his fun things and have backed up bed time.  I guess now it's time to try a new day medication.  I HATE them because of their side effects.  I hated it when he wouldn't eat and then had trouble falling asleep.  It's almost as if I was giving an upper and downer to a drug addict.  Stimulant by day and sleeping medicine at night.  Is that what we should do?  Turn kids in to drug addicts.  I'm falling apart and don't know what else to do.I know this will pass and one day things will be better.But until that time I have to remind myself to "keep breathing"&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wkpA0_yCJts" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5946490173753776672?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5946490173753776672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5946490173753776672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5946490173753776672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5946490173753776672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/09/keep-breathing.html' title='Keep Breathing'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wkpA0_yCJts/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-9066155771065706130</id><published>2011-08-28T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:54:44.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>I've talked before about praying with my children.  This is something I make sure I do every night I am home.  I believe this to be of utmost importance when it comes to raising my boys.  And although I am not perfect, this is one thing I want them to always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has been doing very well with his big boy prayers.  He has even started praying for others without prompting, which to me is very impressive.  Most days he thanks God for things we have and the blessings of everything we have around us.  I am grateful he is learning at  a young age to have "an attitude of gratitude" and E would say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander tonight surprised me though.  He always says his blessing and then I pray his, "Now I lay me down to sleep......"  Sometimes he chimes in but he always says "Amen".  Tonight as I started he put his hands over my lips and said, "shhh, I want to say it by myself".  And that he did, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;The Lord I pray my soul to keep,&lt;br /&gt;May angels watch me through the night,&lt;br /&gt;And keep me in their blessed sight, &lt;br /&gt;Amen, Thank you Jesus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mom can't help but have sweet dreams following that.  My heart is full :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-9066155771065706130?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/9066155771065706130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=9066155771065706130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/9066155771065706130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/9066155771065706130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-3708418269522786039</id><published>2011-08-27T16:53:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:15:47.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful days</title><content type='html'>Today started out as any other Saturday that I am off......I haven't slept, kids are up way before I want to be (unfortunately it's really 7am) and Mike is gone for a run with his running group.  I haven't been to the grocery in a while so the only thing for breakfast is frozen waffles, eggs, and oatmeal.  The kiddos ate the waffles, myself having eggs and oatmeal.  Not the tastiest combo, but good before heading to the gym in a few hours.  We took off to the gym around 9 for my triple fit class.  I have to say I have become a little bit of a cardio junkie.  Anything that raises my heart rate and burns calories I am all about :)  I look forward to Allison's classes because I know she will kick my backside EVERY time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little lunch after I had a long, HOT, bath......which could have only been made better if there were no children running in and out and I had a glass of Zinfandel in my hand.  Oh well.....motherhood.  After them resting a bit I decided to take the boys to Evan's Orchard.  It's about 20 minutes from here and we go quite often in the fall. The weather was so beautiful today we couldn't pass it up.  The boys were a little whiny, but I knew as soon as we got there they would be overjoyed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that they were!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVsthAJ3rJI/TllcLL7-bWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8GBrk8D1dIg/s1600/DSC_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVsthAJ3rJI/TllcLL7-bWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8GBrk8D1dIg/s320/DSC_0421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645644955138288994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTH-z6yldTU/TllcK58rH-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/5uuKPTFdY6I/s1600/DSC_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTH-z6yldTU/TllcK58rH-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/5uuKPTFdY6I/s320/DSC_0420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645644950309380066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a great time playing in the corn&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_FJERGN4X8/Tlldr6PWlPI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Jxr8qt2nRug/s1600/DSC_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_FJERGN4X8/Tlldr6PWlPI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Jxr8qt2nRug/s320/DSC_0463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645646616835036402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going down the slides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9_g32eW3Ac/TllfFSDpiCI/AAAAAAAAAv0/QaotbjSjP10/s1600/DSC_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9_g32eW3Ac/TllfFSDpiCI/AAAAAAAAAv0/QaotbjSjP10/s320/DSC_0436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645648152236754978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4HUUEJ0HN0/TllfGCDOsTI/AAAAAAAAAwE/lm8bgrEZStg/s1600/DSC_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4HUUEJ0HN0/TllfGCDOsTI/AAAAAAAAAwE/lm8bgrEZStg/s320/DSC_0467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645648165119897906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qvqBMEjJvc/TllfF7fU58I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Lf9cLyYgBQo/s1600/DSC_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qvqBMEjJvc/TllfF7fU58I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Lf9cLyYgBQo/s320/DSC_0440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645648163358697410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just being as busy as boys can be.....they climbed, ran, played hide and seek in the straw maze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXwMISqWZ20/TllkENEEQVI/AAAAAAAAAwM/bEFjv1zUXeM/s1600/DSC_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXwMISqWZ20/TllkENEEQVI/AAAAAAAAAwM/bEFjv1zUXeM/s320/DSC_0454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645653631274598738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and showed me their very adorable sides to remind me just how blessed I am to be their mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi8BywgGcnA/Tllk_2kONTI/AAAAAAAAAwc/juqh2HaRtrg/s1600/DSC_0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi8BywgGcnA/Tllk_2kONTI/AAAAAAAAAwc/juqh2HaRtrg/s320/DSC_0428.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645654656027604274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNetUvqtYp0/Tllk9hA3oBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XGlKonLbytQ/s1600/DSC_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNetUvqtYp0/Tllk9hA3oBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XGlKonLbytQ/s320/DSC_0451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645654615882440722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate ice cream (while I drank my diet pepsi....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwLChWcUgnA/TllmES6o4bI/AAAAAAAAAws/g0FaM6se2iM/s1600/DSC_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwLChWcUgnA/TllmES6o4bI/AAAAAAAAAws/g0FaM6se2iM/s320/DSC_0481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645655831868924338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKO4HqNFk7k/TllmpduRv8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/cFEo-qA1jLo/s1600/DSC_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKO4HqNFk7k/TllmpduRv8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/cFEo-qA1jLo/s320/DSC_0484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645656470425026498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course we had to measure for the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzaiGUpOM0o/Tllnf73HG0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/vrxfnxSCHMU/s1600/DSC_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzaiGUpOM0o/Tllnf73HG0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/vrxfnxSCHMU/s320/DSC_0490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645657406228077378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fuaqB5ay1fE/TllnfnDf8oI/AAAAAAAAAxE/dVpx6nn8vjA/s1600/DSC_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fuaqB5ay1fE/TllnfnDf8oI/AAAAAAAAAxE/dVpx6nn8vjA/s320/DSC_0472.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645657400642892418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was shaping up to be one of the best days of early fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and then both of them got stung by red wasps.  Oh the drama!!!!! Of course it was a few minutes before I realized what had happened because we were in a wooden maze.  I could see over the top, but I had to get to them.  When I found them, both had been stung :(  Ryan's was on his right arm and under his left eye.  Luckily  Alexander only had one on his right arm.  I finally got us out of the maze and headed to the main building to let the owners know.  It didn't bother me and I wasn't upset because this is what can happen when you play outside.  They were very apologetic and let me dive in to their emergency kit.  We found some hydrocortisone cream and bandaids and that seemed to fix it for a little while.  Both of them cried a few more times, but now a few hours later are just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the afternoon by heading to walmart and chilling out.  Alex wanted to watch Yogi bear, but..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxHYjAvU1Ug/Tllo5ph3VuI/AAAAAAAAAxU/u77jxWqbn0g/s1600/DSC_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxHYjAvU1Ug/Tllo5ph3VuI/AAAAAAAAAxU/u77jxWqbn0g/s320/DSC_0493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645658947495352034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ryan vegged out watching TV in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5w3jawRdS58/TllpiGjTjeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/lYkraXNo8Jk/s1600/DSC_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5w3jawRdS58/TllpiGjTjeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/lYkraXNo8Jk/s320/DSC_0495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645659642480791010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are beautiful days.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGFfwQvew0I/TllqF3Ice3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/xr3_OpcvNIs/s1600/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGFfwQvew0I/TllqF3Ice3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/xr3_OpcvNIs/s320/DSC_0424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645660256816888690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-3708418269522786039?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3708418269522786039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=3708418269522786039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3708418269522786039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3708418269522786039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/08/beautiful-days.html' title='Beautiful days'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVsthAJ3rJI/TllcLL7-bWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8GBrk8D1dIg/s72-c/DSC_0421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-7134137981271382242</id><published>2011-08-22T02:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T03:15:41.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Here we go again....</title><content type='html'>Well, here we go, back to school again..........This is the first full week for us.  I'm not sure why they do things like this, but we had a Thursday-Friday, then Monday-Thursday, and now a full week.  I don't know if it's more for the teachers, or to ease kids back in to the swing of things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had open house a few weeks back, where we had the opportunity to meet Ryan's 2nd grade teacher and see what his room was like.  I have to say, I was not a fan.  As a teacher I expected her to be a little more outgoing and engaging to me.  I mean, she's going to be teaching my son all year.  And I am not just a "sit on the sidelines" kind of mom.  I am involved in trips and things in the classroom.  Anyway, she seemed nice enough and we looked forward to school beginning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: utter disaster.......I sat in car line for at least 15 minutes before school was over then another 35 until I was able to pick him up.  The school is finishing construction of some other things, so hopefully there will be a separate place for buses and cars.  Right now the cars have to wait for buses to load.....needless to say, he is a bus rider most days now.  Anyway, I picked him up and he told me it was a good day.  I breathed a small sigh of relief seeing as how I had not received a phone call during the day and even the principal said he had a good day.  I treated him to orange leaf fro yo before heading home to delve in to all of the necessary paperwork of a new school year.  Not long after we arrived home, I got a phone call.  The one I had been dreading all day.  His teacher wanted to talk about the day.  Oh heavens, here is comes........Ryan wouldn't participate, wouldn't sit in his seat, refused to do his work....etc.  GREAT----HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!!  We talked a little about how to handle things with him and ideas of how to make things better.  After we got off the phone, I talked with Ryan about why he acted the way he did.  I feel as though he was just pushing buttons to see what he could get away with this year.  I also think he was very nervous and anxious about what was going to happen this year in 2nd grade.  Yeah, I know moving up is scary, but you still have to do your work regardless.  Throughout the years, I have learned that Ryan carries his heart on his sleeve and worries a lot about what other kids think.  It's crazy to think that a kid his age would feel that way so early in life, but he does.  As much as I try to tell him it doesn't matter, he still gets intimidated.  He didn't want to ask questions on the first day because he was afraid other kids would make fun of him......bless his heart.  I tried to explain to him that other kids probably had the same questions too, but didn't want to ask either.  It would be better to ask and understand than to not ask and make a mistake.  I was hoping and praying all that would sink in before the 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: WONDERFUL.........He did everything he was supposed to. He did his work, sat in his seat, and participated in class.  For this I was truly grateful.  It doesn't change the fact I was sick to my stomach all day waiting for a phone call.  When I picked him up (after yet another hour in car line) he was so excited about how his day had gone.  Oh, sigh of relief when I read his planner and it truly was a wonderful day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2:  It had it's ups and downs.  The second day of week 2 was a little rough, but I had worked the night before and things just didn't go very smoothly that morning. It's hard for Ryan to turn things around when the beginning is not good.  Needless to say, I make sure everything is in place before I leave for work now.  Even now as I type this, I'm sitting here on call but had given instructions to Mike and Ryan regarding the morning if I had to work.  The rest of the week went smoothly and Ryan is getting in the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are at the beginning of Week 3.  I hope and pray for a smooth week.  Ryan knows what to do and understands what is expected of him.  I know more of how to handle things and get them started in the right direction.  I've said before I wish kids came with a manual so this trial and error wouldn't have to occur.  But, first kids are the guinea pigs of life for us as adults.  We have to learn how to do things just like the kids do.  I just pray God gives me the wisdom to teach my little guinea pig the right things to do.  I love you Ryan.......here's to a great week 3!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7134137981271382242?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7134137981271382242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7134137981271382242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7134137981271382242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7134137981271382242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/08/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again....'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4360593345420689066</id><published>2011-07-20T16:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:21:25.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the days go on.....</title><content type='html'>I have said before and I'll say it again...I will never win mother of the year award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't always feed my kids the right food because we're on the go a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They aren't forced to eat vegetables as much as I was growing up.  (Not that it was a bad thing mom, just yucky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get edgy and upset some days because I'm tired and they have enough energy to bounce to the moon and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But throughout it all I am blessed beyond measure with their unconditional, undying love for MOM.  Yes that's me.  I am mom. &lt;br /&gt; I drive everyone around, I cook, I clean, I take care of boo boos, and give enough hugs to squeeze like a boa constrictor.  But many days, I am not perfect.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was tired.  I had stayed up late after work to go see a doc a the walk in sports medicine office about my calf.  I pretty much knew what had happened, but just wanted a little reassurance that it wasn't anything worse.  By the time I got home and in bed, I knew my nap was going to be short.  Although 5 hours sounds like a lot to some people, it's not for me.  I don't do well or cope with wild and crazy children on little sleep.  After waking, I showered and went to pick them up.  Tuesday nights are always "welcome to Moes" because kids eat free on Tuesdays :)  And then normally we head to get a little Orange leaf frozen yogurt  (that has definitely become one of my only semi-guilty dessert snacks).  Both of the kids had one of those zhu zhu pets with them.  If  you haven't encountered them yet, maybe you shouldn't.  They're annoying as all get out with their little noises and squeaks.  Especially on a tired day.....  I took them both away and banged them until they were quiet.  I could see the look in Ryan's eyes when I got so upset.  I felt so badly for the way I acted, but actions speak louder than words and cannot be taken back.  Once home, I bathed them and put them in pajamas ready for bed.  They were allowed to watch a little TV before crawling in to bed.  Once teeth were brushed, Alexander starts asking for chocolate milk.  I know he doesn't understand the concept of not eating after brushing teeth, but we were so close to bedtime I didn't want to give him any.  That, of course, resulted in a dramatic finish to my evening with him screaming and crying over chocolate milk.  I finally gave in and just said to myself, "forget it....it's not the end of the world".  By this point I was about toast.  I just wanted 5 minutes of me time....but the kids had to be put to bed, and when I'm home that's my mommy duty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, we say our night night prayers on Ryan's floor.  Alexander usually crawls up in my lap and Ryan sits in front of us both.  Alexander says his blessing, "God is Great, God is Good, Let Us thank him for our food.  Amen.  Thank you Jesus"  It's just too cute to not let him...Ryan says his big boy prayers by thanking God for his day and praying for strength to have a good day the next day and to make good decisions.  I'm proud that he is learning to see how decisions have consequences and they need to be made wisely.  When he was finished, it was my turn.  I always thank God for my day and the life we have and this night I prayed for forgiveness.  Forgiveness for not winning the mother of the year award, forgiveness for being short with my kids, and asking for strength to do better as a mom.  I cry as I type this because I know there are other moms, just like me, and we all hurt some times and we all need a break some times. (Thank you Erica)  Afterward,  Ryan just attacked me and hugged me saying,  "It's okay mom.  We'll have a better day tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for the opportunity to raise these boys and for their unconditional love for me like you have for us all.  Thank you for allowing me another day to be a better mom.  I promise I'll work harder and try to be less edgy when I'm tired, realizing that it's not their fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's a prayer going up for all of us moms....in that moment that life just seems to be spinning out of control.  God loves us and will see us through these times.  One day we'll look back on this journey and wonder what all the fuss was about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4360593345420689066?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4360593345420689066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4360593345420689066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4360593345420689066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4360593345420689066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-days-go-on.html' title='And the days go on.....'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2033169912799054474</id><published>2011-07-03T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:19:59.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come in many forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be someone complimenting you on something you did.  It may be surviving cancer.  It may be the feeling you get from helping someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed in many ways.  God has seen us through trials in the past few years and we've come out stronger than ever.  But tonight I was blessed in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always tried to instill the love of God into our children.  Everything we do as parents comes back to us at some point in time.  So tonight, as we were preparing for bed, Ryan, Alexander, and myself sat on Ryan's floor for prayers.  We've done this before because it's easier since Ryan has a loft bed.  Most of the time though, it's just myself and Ryan saying prayers, and I say them with Alex when I put him to bed.  But tonight, since Mike is on night shift, it's just the three of us.  Ryan is old enough now to say his "big boy prayers" and is slowly getting better about being respectful by bowing his head and closing his eyes.  Although this is not always necessary, I feel he needs to do this to get the general grasp of things.  Anyway, tonight as we bowed our heads, Ryan began with, "Now I lay me down to sleep"  I chose not to interrupt and let him continue.  The next thing I knew, Alexander was joining him saying his prayers with him.  When they finished I had tears in my eyes.  Listening to my children pray just makes my heart explode.  Ryan looked at me and said, "mom, I was just saying that so I could help Alex" WOW what a heart!!!  I looked at both of them, with my hands on my face, and said, "that just makes my heart happy".  Ryan promptly said his prayers the allowed me to finish with the big prayer as I always do.  When I finished, Alexander had his hands on his face and said, "mommy that makes my heart happy".  I have tears of joy now just thinking of that.  How lucky of a mom am I that my boys are grateful and can see the love of Jesus in our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for blessing me with the two beautiful boys I have to raise on this earth.  I will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to listen to and watch this video by Laura Story, Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CSVqHcdhXQ?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CSVqHcdhXQ?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2033169912799054474?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2033169912799054474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2033169912799054474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2033169912799054474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2033169912799054474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/07/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-1120506946466939339</id><published>2011-06-24T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:22:38.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time passes</title><content type='html'>Holy cow how time flies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First grade is behind us (thank heavens for that) and we are at the end of the third week of summer break.  Only 6 1/2 more weeks and I will have a second grader!!! Unbelievable to think.......oh well, I know they have to grow up.  This morning Ryan came to get in my bed when he woke up, as he always does, to give me morning hugs and kisses.  I explained to him how he used to fit in the crook of my arm when we rested in bed....now he is almost as tall as I am.  He just laughs and says, "aw mom".  Yes those were the days of peace, when even though he would cry, he couldn't move or complain, or fight with his brother.  I am ever so grateful for those moments, but even more so for the moments of these days.  I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander is getting ready to move up to the new class at daycare as well :(  It's not for long, as in the fall he will head to preschool!! My little man will be 4 in the fall.  WOW!!!  Thank goodness he will stay there for a year before he moves to the pre-K class.  I can't think that far ahead because then I start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When you give birth it's exciting.  They're so cute and cuddly.  As they grow we watch them change and become such little "people"  I always knew this would happen, but watching them grow makes me sad in a way.  I don't want these days to go by so quickly.  I spend time with them watching movies, going to the pool, and reading books and saying prayers at night.  Alexander sometimes tries to say them with me, but he ALWAYS has to say, "Amen"  It's just his thing.  And for that I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have traveled a little as of late......heading down to the great state of Tennessee.  We visited family in Memphis and did a lot of fun things.  The boys met cousins they have never seen, and were able to play with them for the first time.  Yet another part of growing up....I was able to visit with my cousin I haven't seen since our grampa's funeral 8 years ago.  So sad how we grow up and apart from each other.  I know we all wish we could have more time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll post a few pictures from the family hoopla 2011 as is was ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aANs1y1X8o/TgSrCcr9aqI/AAAAAAAAAus/3oBqcIvxxCw/s1600/DSC_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aANs1y1X8o/TgSrCcr9aqI/AAAAAAAAAus/3oBqcIvxxCw/s320/DSC_0653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621806293413882530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLfJS5R_1MQ/TgSrCH6QXiI/AAAAAAAAAuk/cNHPm_Ynv4c/s1600/DSC_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLfJS5R_1MQ/TgSrCH6QXiI/AAAAAAAAAuk/cNHPm_Ynv4c/s320/DSC_0685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621806287836700194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EcR-Ofdh7wY/TgSrB1Rj4UI/AAAAAAAAAuc/h1AsCi9jMgU/s1600/DSC_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EcR-Ofdh7wY/TgSrB1Rj4UI/AAAAAAAAAuc/h1AsCi9jMgU/s320/DSC_0779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621806282834174274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxMkdiEP0oQ/TgSrBoekaAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/R9ZuECUTP50/s1600/DSC_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxMkdiEP0oQ/TgSrBoekaAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/R9ZuECUTP50/s320/DSC_0565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621806279399073794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRwEC-vvp14/TgSrBKjCE0I/AAAAAAAAAuM/5s4AZTSWd3s/s1600/DSC_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRwEC-vvp14/TgSrBKjCE0I/AAAAAAAAAuM/5s4AZTSWd3s/s320/DSC_0718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621806271364731714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are way more to post, but these will do for now.  A lot of them are on my facebook page and those of my family's.  What an awesome weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-1120506946466939339?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1120506946466939339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=1120506946466939339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1120506946466939339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1120506946466939339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-passes.html' title='Time passes'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aANs1y1X8o/TgSrCcr9aqI/AAAAAAAAAus/3oBqcIvxxCw/s72-c/DSC_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4567051635114499235</id><published>2011-04-23T22:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:42:04.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little man</title><content type='html'>The last few posts have centered around the big boy, so the little man needs his time as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just as aggressive as Ryan and the two together.......shoot me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to play outside when the weather is decent and has finally grown enough to be able to pedal his bike with training wheels and not be pushed!! It rocks.  He runs (yes runs) around the block and kicks a ball like no other.  I had always thought Ryan would play ball, not so much anymore.  Alexander can dribble a ball better than I and shoots better than most kids his age.  Yes, I realize he's only 3, but he's really good at it!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His vocabulary has exploded and he loves his superheros!  Every day he has to wear either Batman, Spiderman, or Superman.  What would we do without comicbook superheros?  My son might fall apart.  We had recently purchased something at Target that we were going to put away for his birthday.  Mike decided he needed to go ahead and have it.  He was the happiest child on earth.  Just add it to the rest of his pile of superhero paraphenalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really excited about the Easter Bunny tomorrow.  He's talked a lot about eggs and the bunny that came to daycare.  I'm sure it was fantastic and he loved every minute.  He's been all about his basket and it's so cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just Ryan to go to sleep so maybe the EB could come and then get some rest.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4567051635114499235?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4567051635114499235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4567051635114499235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4567051635114499235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4567051635114499235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-little-man.html' title='My little man'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-9028136563057019903</id><published>2011-04-23T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:33:06.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Okay, most parents think they're children are smart.  They read at an early age, know their numbers and letters before 2 years of age, and the potty train before they're 3. Ryan is no exception.  He is bright.  The benchmark for reading is 14 and he is double that.  His math skills are off the charts for a first grader :)  I am very pleased by that.  The only problem is getting him to do it.  He HATES school.  He finds it unnecessary and acts up on just about a daily basis over the last few weeks.  Just before spring break he started having some issues with defiance and refusing to do his work.  "I'm just not the smartest kid anymore"  It's so hard as a parent to teach them how smart and gifted our children are without making them conceited.  I struggle with this as I have been receiving phone calls from the school on a daily basis.  It's so hard some times...... I'm just grateful that school will be out June 3rd.  Not nearly soon enough for me (or Ryan for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-9028136563057019903?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/9028136563057019903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=9028136563057019903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/9028136563057019903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/9028136563057019903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/04/school_23.html' title='School'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-64703419521478936</id><published>2011-04-23T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:26:09.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-64703419521478936?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/64703419521478936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=64703419521478936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/64703419521478936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/64703419521478936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/04/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-1337729631052299099</id><published>2011-02-08T19:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:25:13.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up, part three---Basketball</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a well known fact that I am somewhat short, and have never played any sports.  I was a brain and band geek.  But, we thought it would be a good idea to put out son in basketball.  It is sponsored by Upward, which is Christian based.  That way, every player gets a chance to play, and every player gets rewarded.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, that would not work for Ryan.  I NOW KNOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial try-out went well.  He did "okay".  No he can't dribble as he runs down the court, but he did well for never having been on a basketball court.  I mean, I can't dribble that well either for that matter, so really what did it matter? I just wanted him to have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice one: horrible.  Refusing to even get on the court.  I mean, it's just practice for crying out loud!! Oh well, maybe the game will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game one:  just as bad.  Refusing to get on the court and not wanting to play at all.  What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the season was a lot like that. It wasn't until near then end that he decided he wasn't a loser and really could shoot a ball.  He even scored the last point of the final game!! Way to go big boy!  I think the basketball goal Santa brought maybe did help a little :)  The kicker is, although the season was wrought with pain and suffering, he wanted to play more.  I guess we'll see in the fall how much he wants to play next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that it's over........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-1337729631052299099?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1337729631052299099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=1337729631052299099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1337729631052299099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1337729631052299099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/catching-up-part-three-basketball.html' title='Catching up, part three---Basketball'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4502585975343045257</id><published>2011-01-17T17:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:24:20.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up, part two</title><content type='html'>Onward and upward, to Christmas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a great year.  It started snowing before Christmas, which was absolutely wonderful.  I was so hopeful for a white christmas this year since my parents were coming for the holidays.  I knew that would just top off the season so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana and papaw arrived on Christmas Eve day just after lunch.  We were able to visit for a while, and even took time to bake sugar cookies for Santa.  That was the best, seeing as how the boys had never done that before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTC_GHzTNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eEcdh6kOEQQ/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTC_GHzTNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eEcdh6kOEQQ/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563285828940287186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTC-0ioV1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Lwt8K2fnOaE/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTC-0ioV1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Lwt8K2fnOaE/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563285824220976978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After all that was done we got dressed and headed  off to the Christmas program at Church.  It would have been wonderful, I'm sure.  I say that because within the first 20 minutes, Ryan threw up.  ON CHRISTMAS EVE!!!  I was so worried he would be up all night vomiting.  We went home and mom and I ran to the store to pick up popsicles and sierra mist.  Luckily we arrived at Meijer with 5 minutes to spare :)    Oddly enough, Ryan never got sick again. For that I was truly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came later that night and oh the loot he brought!!!  I think he really outdid himself this year.  The boys were overwhelmed with gifts, so many that I had to put a few away.   Between Santa, us, nana and papaw, and grandma and poppy---well let's just say next year santa is going to have to tone it down just a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTElhqsiwI/AAAAAAAAAt8/-YLDtKvV5SA/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTElhqsiwI/AAAAAAAAAt8/-YLDtKvV5SA/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563287588681059074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTEk3N3ORI/AAAAAAAAAt0/qDMb-_qNlnw/s1600/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTEk3N3ORI/AAAAAAAAAt0/qDMb-_qNlnw/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563287577285835026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTEkhLgEQI/AAAAAAAAAts/5_7YMdsRdRg/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTEkhLgEQI/AAAAAAAAAts/5_7YMdsRdRg/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563287571370348802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTEkVzA3yI/AAAAAAAAAtk/k5fXZQObhwg/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTEkVzA3yI/AAAAAAAAAtk/k5fXZQObhwg/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563287568314851106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTEkJMiPCI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aSM59KV1juM/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTEkJMiPCI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aSM59KV1juM/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563287564932234274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great season.  The boys had a great time, and we had a great time spoiling them.  We are so blessed beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4502585975343045257?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4502585975343045257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4502585975343045257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4502585975343045257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4502585975343045257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/01/catching-up-part-two.html' title='Catching up, part two'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTTC_GHzTNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eEcdh6kOEQQ/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-899287750424179864</id><published>2011-01-15T13:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:05:10.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up,  part one</title><content type='html'>It seems as though I run a special some times on "catching up".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always catching up on laundry, paying bills, cleaning the kitchen and the floors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now is a short opportunity to catch up on some blogging.  I'm starting out with Ryan's 7th birthday--which was in November......yes it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for his birthday, Mike and I gave in and actually let him have a big party.  Last year was his first in school, so he didn't really have a lot of friends.  This year though he had a few more and wanted them to come.  So.....we booked a party at Monkey Joe's inflatables over near us in the Hamburg area.  I had tossed around the idea because it's a no mess, no fuss, pay and they do it all type of thing.  As loud and annoying as the place can be, the kids really do get to expend some energy indoors which is soooooo needed as the weather cools off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church that morning and all went smoothly (for those of you who know us, it's not always the easiest).  We had lunch out then headed to Monkey Joe's.  As we arrived, they escorted us to our room, which had his name above it--he totally loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHsU8-8XuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/3Thhz-HzBm8/s1600/DSC_3329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHsU8-8XuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/3Thhz-HzBm8/s320/DSC_3329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562486859490942690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The kids were allowed to play for about an hour before being called back to the room to sing happy birthday and have cake/ice cream.  We only had about 6 friends that came, but really that's all he needed.  He was super excited just to be the one that day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHtObO3HHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hU3Raog6Fxo/s1600/DSC_3379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHtObO3HHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hU3Raog6Fxo/s320/DSC_3379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562487846863314034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHt3tdR7_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/PyRyuxBGoY4/s1600/DSC_3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHt3tdR7_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/PyRyuxBGoY4/s320/DSC_3376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562488556130267122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHt3K1d3nI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Zc8WMPntJ8g/s1600/DSC_3361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHt3K1d3nI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Zc8WMPntJ8g/s320/DSC_3361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562488546836471410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHty7ukvVI/AAAAAAAAAss/eyPxjeTt5W0/s1600/DSC_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHty7ukvVI/AAAAAAAAAss/eyPxjeTt5W0/s320/DSC_3343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562488474061552978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHtxT5IlvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/eO6p6XoFth4/s1600/DSC_3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHtxT5IlvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/eO6p6XoFth4/s320/DSC_3314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562488446188558066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I made a cake....this was not my finest creation by far, but Ryan was happy and the kids found it interesting. I don't really enjoy using fondant, I would much rather use buttercream, but he wanted a volcano, so that's what he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHvNDZI51I/AAAAAAAAAtE/nGSlh5I8FXM/s1600/DSC_3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHvNDZI51I/AAAAAAAAAtE/nGSlh5I8FXM/s320/DSC_3312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562490022307358546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great day.  The kids ran off a LOT of energy and crashed once we were home.  I'm sure this was definitely one of the moments of his life he will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-899287750424179864?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/899287750424179864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=899287750424179864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/899287750424179864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/899287750424179864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2011/01/catching-up-part-one.html' title='Catching up,  part one'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TTHsU8-8XuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/3Thhz-HzBm8/s72-c/DSC_3329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-7331001754249433056</id><published>2010-10-26T14:10:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:16:20.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little "Wicked"</title><content type='html'>Wow!!! What a trip!!! I left on Wednesday the 20th flying out of Cincinnati. Yes, I had to drive to fly, but it beats driving 7 hours alone. It was definitely worth the money and the short trip to Cincy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Memphis around 1:30 where granny and Aunt Susan met me. I was so excited I could hardly stand myself. It was such a rush to be away and not chasing kids :) We ran a few errands and had a late lunch before heading back to Aunt Susan's house for the evening. A little more to eat (a lot more, actually) and then granny and I headed home to her house in Arlington. For the first time in years, I headed up to bed. Alone. Not feeding or bathing any kids. What an experience. And I slept all night. And slept in late :) Holy cow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning I was able to get up and go for a run, in the hopes of burning off just SOME of the calories from the previous night. Little did I know what was in store for the day. Aunt Susan and granny had been working on the Emerald City and wine goblets for the "Wicked" party on Saturday evening. There was still plenty to be done, but had a blast finishing up a few last touches. I ran errands with Aunt Susan late in to the afternoon, the last which was my favorite (I'll tell about that in a minute). My mom drove in Thursday evening which was awesome. I finally got to spend some time with her, laughing and carrying on. What fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was no exception in the fun department. I slept 9 hours, uninterrupted, for the first time in over 7 years!! Feeling refreshed and ready to go, we all ate a late breakfast and headed to the movies. "Hereafter" is not all that, but it was nice to sit in a theater and not worry about getting phone call if something is wrong with one of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was a yummy dinner and carving pumpkins. I have never had this experience before, so it was quite a treat. I didn't realize just how gross this was going to be when I placed my hand in the pumpkin. EEEWWWWW!!! After much scraping, marking, and sawing, my pumpkin actually came to life. I thought it was a pretty good first time if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcfe0TO2eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/4kxLfuCjY6Y/s1600/DSC_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcfe0TO2eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/4kxLfuCjY6Y/s320/DSC_3047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532425281543789026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcffW-zmHI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Q0ls6j-3EUE/s1600/DSC_3049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcffW-zmHI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Q0ls6j-3EUE/s320/DSC_3049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532425290853357682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing mom didn't like the look or feel of the pumpkin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcfgI9y0oI/AAAAAAAAArA/pTYUS-RdYFY/s1600/DSC_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcfgI9y0oI/AAAAAAAAArA/pTYUS-RdYFY/s320/DSC_3067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532425304270885506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcj7yQAn7I/AAAAAAAAArY/Xt5ftO13yJ0/s1600/DSC_3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcj7yQAn7I/AAAAAAAAArY/Xt5ftO13yJ0/s320/DSC_3073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532430177256120242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a late night, mom, granny, and myself headed back to granny's house for the night. We knew Saturday was going to be a big day for all involved. Libby and David were going to come up with her family for the afternoon and everyone had been kicked out of Aunt Susan's house until later. I knew a lot of what she had planned, but not all. The only other ones to know were Uncle Glenn and granny. Wasn't I just the privileged one :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Saturday morning I enjoyed another run in the beautiful subdivision where granny moved to earlier this year. It's such a calming place I never wanted to leave. Libby and David arrived around lunch and we spent the afternoon chasing the kids and enjoying each other's company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcjGWxC8tI/AAAAAAAAArI/Yfi6bsU9u2k/s1600/DSC_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcjGWxC8tI/AAAAAAAAArI/Yfi6bsU9u2k/s320/DSC_3089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532429259345425106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcjjGsHjrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Q5LNK6X1HFY/s1600/DSC_3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcjjGsHjrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Q5LNK6X1HFY/s320/DSC_3099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532429753245994674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcotFU6_uI/AAAAAAAAAsA/tYr7Tr-8KR4/s1600/DSC_3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcotFU6_uI/AAAAAAAAAsA/tYr7Tr-8KR4/s320/DSC_3104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532435422237097698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all headed to Aunt Susan's house for the "wicked" dinner. Once we all arrived, and drove in order to the house (previously planned per Susan) we were greeted with lots of goings on. There was a "yellow brick road" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMckmUcBavI/AAAAAAAAArg/WZ5dah2LCaM/s1600/DSC_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMckmUcBavI/AAAAAAAAArg/WZ5dah2LCaM/s320/DSC_3145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532430907987815154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some really cool pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMck_V14ZBI/AAAAAAAAAro/uaJp0nhMYf0/s1600/DSC_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMck_V14ZBI/AAAAAAAAAro/uaJp0nhMYf0/s320/DSC_3151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532431337861440530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Emerald City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMclduUmiPI/AAAAAAAAArw/ReGppKMraXg/s1600/DSC_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMclduUmiPI/AAAAAAAAArw/ReGppKMraXg/s320/DSC_3162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532431859828820210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with our own place settings, name tags, and decorated wine goblets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcl81m2mFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hY7g4hlgksk/s1600/DSC_3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcl81m2mFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hY7g4hlgksk/s320/DSC_3160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532432394360363090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride there was the best part. And although none of us took pictures because we were trying to get to the Orpheum--Aunt Susan had rented us a limo to take us in style. That way we all arrived at the same time, and didn't have to worry about parking. It was so much fun to pull up and all pile out to see such a production. Then at the end Uncle Glenn called Marcus (our driver) and he wheeled around the corner. What fun to see the reactions of people as the limo pulled around. All wondering what was going on, who was going to get out or in. That would be US!!! We just all climbed back in and rode back to the house. What fun!!! Wicked is definitely something I will have to see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent lounging around, eating a late breakfast, late lunch, playing cards and watching "The Wizard of Oz". That only seemed appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was packing and heading out. We went to the mall to a place called Charming Charlie's which I have recently found just a few miles from the Cincinnati airport. I will be returning there again some day in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I have some wonderful memories and lots of smiles. I am more relaxed and ready to take on whatever life has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Renee&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7331001754249433056?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7331001754249433056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7331001754249433056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7331001754249433056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7331001754249433056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-wicked.html' title='A Little &quot;Wicked&quot;'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TMcfe0TO2eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/4kxLfuCjY6Y/s72-c/DSC_3047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5288413348927472413</id><published>2010-10-03T12:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:02:01.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 3</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Alexander's birthday.  Although we did not have a big party for him, he was still very loved and had an awesome day.  I think the hightlight of his day was the "Batman cake".  I didn't think it was all that, but he really liked it.  Enough to eat the icing before we ever lit candles.  Silly boy.....just like his mommy when it comes to sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TKi2QAgwFpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/BObJDuHPirs/s1600/DSC_2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TKi2QAgwFpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/BObJDuHPirs/s320/DSC_2826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523865329101444754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now potty trained.  He may have an occasional accident, but he does very well over all.  It's so nice to know I no longer have to buy diapers!!!!! Now I just have to find him some batman underwear.  I'm sure that would totally make his entire weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TKi2xjU7KoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jOGUKFShJvI/s1600/DSC_2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TKi2xjU7KoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jOGUKFShJvI/s320/DSC_2851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523865905382763138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was around for the celebration, but none so happy about it.  He is still having a hard time realizing that it's not all about him.  When I explained to him that it was Alex's birthday and what he wanted during the day, he would get, Ryan got very upset.  HE wanted toys.  HE wanted to watch what HE wanted to TV.  I'm sure in 6 weeks when his birthday rolls around, he will understand what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a great weekend and life is good.  I'm looking forward to my personal trip to Memphis in a few weeks to visit family and see "Wicked".  I'm really going to miss my husband and kids, but sometimes moms just need a small break.  I'm really looking forward to a little rest and relaxation and ME time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5288413348927472413?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5288413348927472413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5288413348927472413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5288413348927472413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5288413348927472413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-3.html' title='The Big 3'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TKi2QAgwFpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/BObJDuHPirs/s72-c/DSC_2826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8508356045563523315</id><published>2010-08-17T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:53:14.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better times ahead</title><content type='html'>So....after visiting the pediatrician last week, we made some changes to the medications Ryan is taking.  The first was to change to the Daytrana patch.  It's a lot like the Vyvanse he was taking (when he didn't know it), but just on a patch for the bootie.  I was warned that it might be a little rough on his skin and boy was he right.  I placed it the next morning and he had taken it off mid-day because it was itching.  I'm glad he did, seeing as how it left a big red rectangle on his right backside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in addition to that we added another pill called Intuniv.  This one is a WINNER!!!  Although Ryan was very defiant in the beginning, the doctor took it out of the package and showed it to him and explained the importance of taking it.  When we got home that afternoon, we worked hard at trying to find a way to take it.  As it so happened, he wrapped part of a grilled cheese around the pill and swallowed it!!!  Yeah for Ryan!!!!  We overcame a huge hurdle.  After a few days it became apparent that this was the medicine he's needed.  He doesn't even use the patch anymore ($40 down the drain, but for priceless results with another med).  Yesterday he came home with a cool cat award from school for having a positive attitude, being respectful to others, and striving for his personal best.  Yes!!!!  See, my child IS a wonderful child.  I've known it all along.  It just took a small chemical to make him calm enough for people to see that.  Today he got called out and got to sit at the cool cat table for lunch.  I am such a proud mommy.  Not that I wasn't before, but it was so much more difficult last year.  This year is starting off on the right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander is stubborn.  I swear it gets worse with every passing day.  Yesterday morning he woke up dry.  Yeah!! But then he refused to go the potty.  I tried to get his pull up off and he just pitched an absolute fit.  Later he agreed to put on underwear but fought me every step of the way to put on the plastic protector so he could ride in his car seat.  Not five minutes later he informed us that he had pooped in his pants.  Really he had just wet himself... AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!  I keep reminding myself, "one day it will just click"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rough week eating.  I don't expect to lose any weight this week.  With two of our girls leaving and having food at work and then going out for breakfast, I REALLY over did it.  I haven't eaten like that since May and although it tasted good going down, I felt really crappy about it later.  Lesson learned for future reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough blabbering for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8508356045563523315?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8508356045563523315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8508356045563523315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8508356045563523315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8508356045563523315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/08/better-times-ahead.html' title='Better times ahead'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5154422719196523303</id><published>2010-08-07T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:42:35.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been three weeks and some things have gone well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straterra is not our friend.  Although I tried for a week to make him take it, it just didn't happen.  The taste evidently is very bad, and nothing covers it.  And taking a pill is just out of the question.  I don't know why he makes it so difficult, but he does.  After talking with the pediatrician, I decided to take him off it.  He has continued taking the vyvanse as long as he is not aware.  One day it was in his milk, one day in his waffles.  I don't know how long this is going to last.  Unfortunately doing it like this creates an unknown amount of medication every day.  Some days are more/less than others.  I think when we go this week for a follow-up I'm going to request the Daytrana patch.  At least I would know how much he is getting every day, and could regulate it a little better. The days where he does get some of the med are like magic.  He's so much easier to deal with and with much less hysteria.  It's amazing what a little chemical help can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander, on the other hand, is becoming more stubborn and hard headed (like his mother).  He refuses to sit on the potty, but instead comes to me to tell me he has a "stinky bootie"  Nice son.  It would be great if you could tell me that BEFORE you need to go so I didn't have to clean the "stinky bootie"  Oh well, it will click one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is training for yet another event.  Although he said he wasn't going to do any more, he has decided to join one of our neighbors for a marathon in Indianapolis.  I hope he enjoys himself (I personally think he's crazy for doing it)  He's been running every morning I'm home and has actually increased his speed and his legs are skinnier.  We've both dropped some pounds throughout all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I am down a total of 23.2 as of this week.  Weight watchers is definitely the way to go for me.  It's the whole portion size and weighing in front of someone that I need.  Only about 35 lbs. to go!! I've already dropped a pants size and feel amazingly better about my body.  Who knows? Maybe I'll be joining Mike for a marathon for my 40th birthday in a few years (only if I'm committed to a psych ward somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5154422719196523303?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5154422719196523303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5154422719196523303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5154422719196523303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5154422719196523303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5710396415072686678</id><published>2010-07-14T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:08:29.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change to come</title><content type='html'>So after much thought and prayer (and just plain out something has to be done) I took Ryan to the pediatrician to see about something for him.  I didn't know if we needed to medicate or go through therapy or what.  I just knew I needed something and someone to give me ideas.  Luckily Dr. Revelette and myself are pretty much on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He evaluated Ryan first by talking about his summer and the events leading up to his expulsion from YMCA camp.  Of course, Ryan was all over the place and kept looking at me for answers.  I sat there quietly as not to interrupt, hoping Ryan would tell him.  And he did.  Then after an exam, he put Ryan in another room with one of the office girls while we talked privately.  I explained the events in detail.  We both feel he would benefit greatly from medication AND counseling.  He gave me some names of people for which I am glad.  Hopefully one will take our insurance.  If not, I guess we're EAP bound, which isn't all that bad.  Anyway, we're going to start meds in the morning: Vyvance (sp?) and Straterra.  Hopefully we'll just need one at the end of the month-but at this point I don't care if he needs both.  Whatever it takes to decrease his impulsivity and hyperactiveness before starting first grade in just a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us during this time in the hopes that this will be a change for the good.  I am scared, apprehensive, &amp; worried-but I guess all of that comes with just being a parent.  Wondering if you're doing the right thing.....day in, day out.....hoping to say the right words and such.  I pray daily for strength, knowing in my heart of hearts he is an awesome kid.  So loving and caring, but way too impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both boys are growing like crazy.  I think the summer has definitely treated them both to a growth spurt.  They are very busy and in to everything, which is good and bad.  Some days it's just hard to keep up with both of them.  Taking them to the pool is fun and exhausting at the same time.  Ryan learned to swim pretty well at his short stay at YMCA camp.  He goes down the slide and usually stays in the shallower end of the pool.  Alexander on the other hand, has NO FEAR.  Even before I am in the water he is ready to jump in.  I always let him go under and then lift him up.  He has the biggest grin and asks to do it again.  Over and over we go.  1.....2.....3....jump, under, up, and out, repeat......I have become thankful for the hourly pool breaks that keep my arms from getting too exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for another round of baths.  My throat and ears are still very sore from this sinus infection, but hopefully being on antibiotics will help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5710396415072686678?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5710396415072686678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5710396415072686678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5710396415072686678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5710396415072686678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-to-come.html' title='Change to come'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-1501676302934899253</id><published>2010-06-29T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:23:45.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day</title><content type='html'>So summer is in full swing.  It's hot outside and I sweat just to breathe in the air.  Now this has no comparison to the heat and humidity in which I was raised, but it's still HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't stop my family from being outside.  Although I look like I have just emerged from a sauna when I come back inside, all red faced and drenched through to my skin, we stay outside a lot.  The boys are all about riding their bikes.  Once Ryan got his bike shorts it's been an ongoing thing.  He rides ALL THE TIME.  Unfortunately though, he's beginning to outgrow his bike.  Now we have to find another that is not too big, but one on which to grow.  That's going to be difficult.  Alexander on the other hand, has a bike of his own as well.  The one from the kid around the corner fits him pretty good.  He loves to sit on it, and although he can't pedal on his own, he does try to pedal as Mike or myself push him.  He loves it as much as his older brother does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been to the pool quite a few times this summer so far.  Ryan has gotten better after being at YMCA camp and Alexander has NO fear whatsoever.  It's amazing that when we arrive, he's a little skiddish.  But give him 5 minutes, and the boy will jump in over and over, go under, and come up with a smile saying, "Again mommy, again".  It's so cute, but scary at the same time.  Knowing him, he would jump in the deep end without a second thought.  I'm guessing we'll have to put him in swim lessons next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YMCA camp has been a little interesting this summer.  Although I believe in the Christian principles that YMCA is based upon, I think they are just a little too strict on children that have never had a experience like this.  Granted, my child is not perfect, but neither am I.  I feel like you have to let them make mistakes, then punish them.  Not expect them to be perfect.  He's just had a rough go of it.  The first week, he wet his pants because he didn't want to go in the bathroom because of the spiders.  Bless his heart.  I felt badly for him, but then again, he's got to realize he's bigger than they are.  He was suspended twice in 2 weeks, mainly for acting like a boy.  I think he pushed a kid, and hit a kid, then went off the trail.  After talking with him, it appeared he was not the only one at fault, that he had been provoked more than once.  Yet again, I don't agree with retaliation, and he should have gone to a counselor, it frustrated me significantly that my son was being called on the carpet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a week of not getting phone calls, and having good days, I felt as though he was beginning to settle in a little.  He was earning stars and silly bandz and things were going well........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call letting me know there had been an incident involving Ryan.  He had "exposed" himself to one of the other campers.  As it turns out, after I had to go pick him up and we talked, that it was an older kid that approached him.  Evidently Ryan was changing out of his trunks as the other, older child was putting his on.  Ryan "says" the boy threatened him with bodily harm unless he showed him his parts.  Now that, I'm not so sure of, but nonetheless....Ryan should've said no and gone to a counselor.  But instead, he turned around and showed it off.  Now that being said, I would like to know how many males have not done the same in a locker room or bathroom.  I mean seriously!!!  All men are worried about their "package" at some time in their lives.  I even said that to the little counselor, at the ripe age of 22!!  I'm sure he has done the same and boys will be boys.  Oh well, we had a good afternoon regardless and I'm sure tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander has gone a spitting rampage.  Evidently at daycare, they allow them to spit, "in the potty".  Like a 2 year old would rather spit in the potty vs. outside.  Why allow them to spit at all?  This past weekend I put soap in his mouth, but evidently it didn't leave a lasting impression.  When I picked him up Monday, he was sitting in time out for spitting on a little girl.  I don't know what's next.  Tobasco?  I don't think I'd go that far, but I have to find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training is a joke these days.  He did that one time, and hasn't since.  On the occasion he sits on the potty, but doesn't want to for long.  That's okay I guess.  He still has a few months until he turns 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I feel like I've rambled a lot this afternoon.  It's nice just to share (vent) a little.  Sometimes I just need to get things off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-1501676302934899253?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1501676302934899253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=1501676302934899253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1501676302934899253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1501676302934899253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/06/day.html' title='A Day'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2226760874867031081</id><published>2010-06-01T14:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:29:47.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVfhqZqvsI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ielnVKheIHY/s1600/DSC_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVfhqZqvsI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ielnVKheIHY/s320/DSC_2316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889553688346306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVfhVkUjII/AAAAAAAAAqE/EuboxfVaVOg/s1600/DSC_1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVfhVkUjII/AAAAAAAAAqE/EuboxfVaVOg/s320/DSC_1913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889548095884418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVfhMJLlWI/AAAAAAAAAp8/lGHDvZbctRg/s1600/DSC_1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVfhMJLlWI/AAAAAAAAAp8/lGHDvZbctRg/s320/DSC_1922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889545566131554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVfgOCpvgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/G2qF1GDHD18/s1600/DSC_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVfgOCpvgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/G2qF1GDHD18/s320/DSC_2181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889528895749634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVffT7qDCI/AAAAAAAAAps/X4K4NZEJe1I/s1600/DSC_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVffT7qDCI/AAAAAAAAAps/X4K4NZEJe1I/s320/DSC_2195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889513297153058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys are growing up.  I'm happy and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a week ago, Ryan lost a training wheel from his bike.  At the time he was devastated. "Mommy, I can never ride again."  I tried to explain that it just meant he didn't need them anymore.  He cried for a good five minutes I know.  At that point we left and headed to the north YMCA for the summer camp orientation.(More about that in a minute).  By the time we got back, he had completely forgotten about the fact he had lost a training wheel.  Well, I was worn out from the previous days and opted to take a nap with the little man.  By the time we got up, Ryan was riding on two wheels!!!!! Yes, he was still a little wobbly, and needed a little help, but he was doing great!! As it so happens, another dad from around the corner taught him how to ride.  Later on that day, Mike used his techniques to teach the girl across the street how to ride.  Now Ryan takes off with Makenzie and Ethan (another older boy down the street) like it was nothing.  WOW!!!  Every day we are riding and his legs get stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander has also gotten a bike.  Go figure.  The man that taught Ryan how to ride was wanting a different bike to ride with his daughter (he has a triathlon bike like Mike's and was just too fast).  As it so happened, Mike had a bike that has been in the attic for the last 4 years we have lived here. He traded that bike for his son's first bike.  It's way cute, and Alexander totally loves it.  Although he really can't pedal just yet, he loves to sit on it and be pushed.  "I ride my bike!!!" It's just the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, silly bandz have also made an entrance to our house.  You would think, being a boy and all, he really wouldn't want them.  But oh no--every day he begs.  Mike found some at work and the Chevron station.  I've ordered a few packs online. He asks every day if they've come.  Bless his heart, he has no concept of time.  The crazy thing is, Alexander is just as in to them.  He wants to wear his wherever he goes. Peat, and repeat.  He wants to be just like his older brother.  How precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being like his older brother, he is trying to potty train.  Although he is a little short, and can't really stand to potty, he sure tries.  He had had no luck until this past Saturday (5/30).  We had been out in the sprinkler playing with some of the neighborhood kids.  When we came in to change, he wanted to go potty.  I let him try for a few minutes then he climbed on it backwards.  All of the sudden....PEE!!  Yipee.  The beginning of potty training has begun.  By the end of the year, no more diapers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as summer camp goes, Mike and I decided to take Ryan out of daycare this summer. We just felt he wouldn't get enough activity being there.  They only take limited field trips and play outside a little.  SO.....he's going to BAR-Y camp by YMCA.  It's outside, all day, every day!!  They hike, do archery and crafts, and swim every day.  This will expend any type of energy he may have to release.  He is really excited and talks about "next Monday" all the time.  I love that he is so excited about trying something new.  After meeting the counselors and learning a little more about it, I think this is where he'll be for the next few years during summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Memorial Day, we rode in the family Bike Lexington ride.  It started downtown, and went out and back for a total of 10 miles.  Ryan did about 8.5 miles of it.  He got a little frustrated at times, but all in all did awesome.  The only thing left to do now it purchase him a pair of padded bike shorts.  His little boy parts are a little sore.  Mike warned me that would happen with the miles he's been putting in.  Just the day before he had ridden almost 6 miles with Mike to the Chevron station and back a couple of times.  It won't be long and he'll need a bigger bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the pool at Tates Creek since the big ones opened on Saturday.  It was so much fun watching Ryan trying to swim again (BAR-Y also has free swimming lessons) and Alex learning again that water wasn't going to hurt him. We only stayed about an hour, because I needed to nap and so did Alexander. All in all it was a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting some pics of the boys riding their bikes as well as the morning of Memorial Day.  Unfortunately, it's a little blurry since I wasn't the one taking the picture.  Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy June everyone!! Have a great summer.  I know we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2226760874867031081?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2226760874867031081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2226760874867031081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2226760874867031081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2226760874867031081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-is-official.html' title='It is official'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/TAVfhqZqvsI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ielnVKheIHY/s72-c/DSC_2316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-7730825682409404156</id><published>2010-05-13T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:15:23.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>It's been almost two months since I have blogged--geez how time flies.  Right now I am currently watching the little one take his lego car set to the living room. I don't know what he would do if we didn't have wood floors where everything just slides around.  I'm sure the amount of toys that make it to the living room would decrease significantly!!  Oh well, more for me to clean at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I received a text from my sister about the sizes of her two young boys ages 18 mos and 2 mos.  Yes, they are 16 months apart, but she wouldn't have it any other way.  Anyway, I went to the journals I keep of my boys to text back their sizes at two months.  Both boys were playing in my room after their baths at the time and Ryan asked me what they were.  I explained to him they were journals, one for each boy.  He opened to the first page and began to read, "Dear Ryan...."  That's about all he could read since he can't read cursive just yet.  He asked me to read it to him.  I could barely get through the first page without crying.  Recounting the day I found out I was pregnant to the the moment of his birth was overwhelming.  It is such a miracle to carry a healthy pregnancy and deliver such a beautiful child.  There are days lately when he just exhausts me, but I am so very blessed by the good Lord above to have been given this child to raise on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has really hit the terrible twos.  He likes to scream A LOT, especially when he doesn't get his way.  He has been know lately to throw himself on the floor to kick and yell for about 30 seconds.  By that point he realizes I am not going to give in to him and he gives it up.  It's quite amusing to watch him lift his head to see if I'm looking at him, I guess to check if he needs to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a new book, on my iPhone of course, called "I Will Carry You" by Angie Smith.   Her husband is one of the singers of the Christian group Selah.  Anyway, a few years ago she lost a baby that had genetic problems that made it incompatible with life.  Her strength as a woman and a Christian are so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I could only hope to be half as strong as she was when this happened or at any point in my life for that matter.  With the passing of Dr. Guiler things were truly put in to perspective even more.  He was such a gentle spirit and a strong Christian man.  But none of that matters unless you are right with the wonderful God in heaven.  His life,  and even more so in death has given so many of us, including myself, inspiration to live such a more Christ filled life.  If I can leave just part of the legacy to my children as he did his, I will have done well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post finds you all happy and healthy.  Only two more weeks of school left for Ryan and it's summer vacation.  He can hardly wait.  Me too!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7730825682409404156?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7730825682409404156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7730825682409404156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7730825682409404156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7730825682409404156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2460292835938129913</id><published>2010-03-21T12:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:07:22.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>My last post got a little interrupted by the big boy wanting to make paper stand up animals.  He found a book that was given to us when Alex was born, something to give ideas of what to do with an older child.  I've looked at it on and off, but Ryan has really gotten in to this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I really love about spring is being able to go outside and enjoy the time with the kids.  It's great in wearing them out and they sleep like bricks.  For the last few nights, they've gone to bed at a descent time and slept past 7am!!  Woohoo for mommy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a few pics from our time outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S6ZD0GN5DRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/iAD8fkGry8Y/s1600-h/DSC_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S6ZD0GN5DRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/iAD8fkGry8Y/s320/DSC_1346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451118961279700242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S6ZDz4k22SI/AAAAAAAAAo0/D6OL-b2Ydds/s1600-h/DSC_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S6ZDz4k22SI/AAAAAAAAAo0/D6OL-b2Ydds/s320/DSC_1343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451118957617928482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S6ZDzdaV19I/AAAAAAAAAos/YKbroBuWxwM/s1600-h/DSC_1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S6ZDzdaV19I/AAAAAAAAAos/YKbroBuWxwM/s320/DSC_1325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451118950326065106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S6ZDzAyFwtI/AAAAAAAAAok/JNWIeqALEsQ/s1600-h/DSC_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S6ZDzAyFwtI/AAAAAAAAAok/JNWIeqALEsQ/s320/DSC_1331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451118942641046226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2460292835938129913?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2460292835938129913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2460292835938129913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2460292835938129913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2460292835938129913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S6ZD0GN5DRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/iAD8fkGry8Y/s72-c/DSC_1346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-598013607483035341</id><published>2010-03-20T16:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:25:07.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful day</title><content type='html'>The first day of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is blue and the sun is shining ever so brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus is doesn't hurt that UK is doing great during March madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-598013607483035341?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/598013607483035341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=598013607483035341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/598013607483035341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/598013607483035341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-day.html' title='A beautiful day'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-1324164219354782649</id><published>2010-03-08T18:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:22:01.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that</title><content type='html'>So unfortunately I have failed in my blogging weekly yet again.  I've had trouble uploading pics from my camera to the MAC so.... Now that I've gotten them on another I can post and send pics.  Yipee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing I can post about over the last few weeks is prayer.  It is so different for everyone.  Some choose to be all "God like" thinking that it is stronger and goes to God more.  I on the other hand feel that if God is supposed to be like a best friend, I should talk to him whenever and wherever...and I do.  No matter what the situation.  But it is the prayer of a child that makes my heart swell and my eyes fill with tears.  The other night, I put the boys to bed together because Ryan wanted to sleep with Alexander.  As they were laying there side by side, I reminded Ryan he needed to say his prayers.  Instead of just "saying" them, he rolled over, put his hand on Alex's chest, bent down to his ear, and said, "now I lay me down to sleep....."  I just started bawling.  I don't think I have ever felt such pride and love like that.  I mean, what do you say to that?  Thank you God for giving me the opportunity to teach my children in the way they should go.  There is no greater gift in this world.  We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being blessed is just one of the many things I've enjoyed.  Also, while the snow was out I decided to take a trip to Lexington Cemetary for some photography.  Some were good and some were not, but I like to focus on the former.  I thought I'd post a few.  Hope you like them as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S5WGO1LGxfI/AAAAAAAAAoc/kzRBqRvj7qI/s1600-h/DSC_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S5WGO1LGxfI/AAAAAAAAAoc/kzRBqRvj7qI/s320/DSC_1247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446406913724433906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S5WGOoMKxaI/AAAAAAAAAoU/I66RUvRPVBA/s1600-h/DSC_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S5WGOoMKxaI/AAAAAAAAAoU/I66RUvRPVBA/s320/DSC_1241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446406910239229346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S5WGOEAmLjI/AAAAAAAAAoM/mCBZMzHLv4A/s1600-h/DSC_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S5WGOEAmLjI/AAAAAAAAAoM/mCBZMzHLv4A/s320/DSC_1226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446406900527017522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S5WGNy4moxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/IhQUJ5i_ZY4/s1600-h/DSC_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S5WGNy4moxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/IhQUJ5i_ZY4/s320/DSC_1197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446406895930090258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-1324164219354782649?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1324164219354782649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=1324164219354782649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1324164219354782649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1324164219354782649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S5WGO1LGxfI/AAAAAAAAAoc/kzRBqRvj7qI/s72-c/DSC_1247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8578907272551132640</id><published>2010-02-16T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:05:47.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow</title><content type='html'>Lexington has gotten a good bit of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a dusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was enough to have fun and enjoy the afternoon.  While Mike shoveled the driveway, I was able to take pics of the boys having a BLAST!!  Here are a few of my faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd_P2NBEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/PJRSRgAu9tU/s1600-h/DSC_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd_P2NBEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/PJRSRgAu9tU/s320/DSC_1165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438903578658669634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd-qpZWAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3NYTN3Lj88s/s1600-h/DSC_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd-qpZWAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3NYTN3Lj88s/s320/DSC_1160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438903568672839682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd-eABvGI/AAAAAAAAAns/Hp5TJquwKaQ/s1600-h/DSC_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd-eABvGI/AAAAAAAAAns/Hp5TJquwKaQ/s320/DSC_1153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438903565278100578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd-FuMWYI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Ul6tBkmh9g8/s1600-h/DSC_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd-FuMWYI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Ul6tBkmh9g8/s320/DSC_1150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438903558760847746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd9lpxHUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Xwe937kXyJ0/s1600-h/DSC_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd9lpxHUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Xwe937kXyJ0/s320/DSC_1146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438903550152351042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8578907272551132640?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8578907272551132640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8578907272551132640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8578907272551132640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8578907272551132640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3rd_P2NBEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/PJRSRgAu9tU/s72-c/DSC_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-7057945796987695285</id><published>2010-02-15T18:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:59:26.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me Monday</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows that I have been on a quest to be healthier and lose a little weight (a lot really).  I have my ups and downs just as every person does on this same journey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday wasn't that day.  Not for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up early with the big boy just to watch cartoons and eat left over ham and pineapple pizza for breakfast.  No not me!!  And of course I didn't top it off with a bite of the brownies I had made.  Are you kidding?  I would never do that, not me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's okay though, because I didn't eat the leftover pizza for lunch either or snack on the chips and dip I had given to the boys at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came and went and then the big snow came on Monday (big for Lexington).  We took the kiddos to school and spent the day together.  I didn't eat anything bad today either.  I definitely didn't eat waffle house for brunch, or 1/2 a bag of popcorn at the movie theatre.  Oh, and then when my husband suggested we go get a sweet snack at Calistoga, I emphatically said NO.  Ha, not me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got the kiddos and played in the snow.  We don't have snow boots for our little one.  But did that stop us?  Not a chance.  But I didn't do anything crazy--like use ziploc bags to cover his feet and legs.  Nope!!  That would just be crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3nfcCmdtjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/pXIK12l3cFE/s1600-h/DSC_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3nfcCmdtjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/pXIK12l3cFE/s320/DSC_1175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438623697854117426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all things are good.  Hope all is well with everyone!!  Love to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7057945796987695285?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7057945796987695285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7057945796987695285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7057945796987695285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7057945796987695285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-me-monday.html' title='Not me Monday'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S3nfcCmdtjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/pXIK12l3cFE/s72-c/DSC_1175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8032592289348892037</id><published>2010-02-14T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:12:04.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daily ramblings</title><content type='html'>Not much going on here to discuss.  We've had ups and downs this week.  I've gone so far as buying something called Attentive Child at the Whole Foods store.  I was really hoping it would help Ryan, but not so much.  He's in trouble every where he goes and I am about done taking him ANYWHERE!   At school I get called by the teacher.  He gets in trouble at Church and Jason calls me (although this has gotten better).  He even had trouble with respect at DAYCARE the other day when they were out because of snow..  Oh, and lets not forget me having to leave a gym class a few minutes early because he wasn't doing what he was told by one of the adults.  Seriously?  I know he knows better.  I'm thinking a little trip to the pediatrician is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Alex is beginning to have a little attitude.  He even tried to take a swing at me the other night when I was putting him in time out.  Really?  You're two!!!  Give it some time to build in the anger son.  I've actually resorted to putting him in his room and closing the door so he can't get out.  That really upsets him and puts things in perspective for him.  After I open the door and ask him if he's going to be better he nods yes and gives a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boys so much and am having such a time with them.  If anyone has any really good advice or ideas let me know.  I've prayed a lot for the boys, for strength, and for patience.  Some days I just don't know how much is getting through.  Thankfully Spring is almost here and we will be able to go play at the park again.  I'm just counting down the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8032592289348892037?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8032592289348892037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8032592289348892037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8032592289348892037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8032592289348892037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-ramblings.html' title='daily ramblings'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4430358612668019692</id><published>2010-01-31T05:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:31:41.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better days</title><content type='html'>Well, things have turned around just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had a much better week at school.  Granted, some days were better than others, but he has succeeded in gaining back a few of his toys.  Thank Heavens!!  I'm proud of the way he has been acting, even at home.  He has been somewhat more respectful and caring.  The other morning he crawled in bed with me a little before 6am.  He is always wanting to snuggle in the mornings, which I truly love.  But this morning, he turned to me and said, "mommy, I love you more than life itself"  I have said that to him multiple times, but this time he returned the favor.  My heart just beamed and eyes filled with tears.  I felt so special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex on the other hand has been a bit of a handful.  He is still sweet and cute and absolutely adorable, but.....  He's also decided he no longer needs a sippee cup.  He wants to be a big boy and use regular cups like his big brother.  So....he unscrews the lid.  Yes, my 2 year old unscrews the lid to his sippee cup.  Which of course generally ends in tears and "uh oh" when he's covered in juice or chocolate milk.  He also is going through a hitting phase.  Although I remind him we only give hugs and kisses, which he generally gives, he still hits when he doesn't get his way.  Oh have mercy!!! (I love his kisses because he always wants to kiss on the lips).  I remind myself, it's just a phase and won't last forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a good bit of snow and the kids got to play, but unfortunately I had to sleep.  I'm hoping the hubby will take a few pics that I can post.  But if not, they've had a lot of phone regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4430358612668019692?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4430358612668019692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4430358612668019692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4430358612668019692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4430358612668019692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/better-days.html' title='Better days'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-7725641636286899424</id><published>2010-01-22T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:24:26.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The dreaded belt</title><content type='html'>Today was the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I have dreaded for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when it finally became apparent that disciple was not longer time out or taking things away.  The day when we released, duh duh duh.......&lt;strong&gt;the BELT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Tuesday Ryan had been having trouble at school.  Mostly not wanting to complete his work, so he missed 5-10 minutes of recess finishing his work before playing with his friends.  We have had multiple talks about this, and every day get the same answer, "I'm just tired.  I can't sit still"  And every day, we put him to bed between 8 and 8:15.  He awakens on his own, watches a cartoon or two, eats some breakfast, and off to school he goes.  Then came Friday.  I was in ACLS finishing up day 2 when I checked my phone.  There was a missed call and voice mail from a number I did not recognize.  When I listened to the message, I was outraged.  Ryan had smarted off to the student teacher and was being very rude.  I immediately called Mike to go to the school since I couldn't.  He smoothed things over with Ryan and the teacher-he apologized and appeared (key word APPEARED) better.  Well--that didn't last long.  After Mike and I had lunch and decided to go grocery shopping, my phone rang AGAIN. This time his teacher informed me of yet another incident requiring him to be removed from Chinese instruction (yes they teach Chinese in kindergarten where he is).  I was livid!!!  I don't think I've ever been so upset with him before.  Needless to say, I stopped what I was doing, and Mike and I headed to school.  When we walked in, his teacher's assistant said, "oh it's a double whammy"   And she was so right.  I pulled him out of his class and took him home.  Granted it was an hour early, and that causes a tardy, but I didn't care.  On the sign out sheet reason I put "discipline".  He sat in silence the whole way home.  Any time he attempted to breathe a word I informed him it was in his best interest to keep his mouth closed.  Upon arriving home he went to his room where we had a "Come to Jesus meeting" about his actions.  He was crying and upset, but not as bad as when Mike pulled out the belt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes THE BELT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got it when I was a child and so can he.  A few swipes on that backside made a world of difference today.  I hated to do it, and my heart was breaking the whole time, but it had to be done.  Time outs don't work.  Taking something away doesn't work.  So in addition to the licks with the belt, he also lost ALL of his toys.  He had to help Mike and myself move them to our bedroom--every last one of them.  He has to earn them back one by one.  If he has a good day, he earns one back, of my choosing.  If he acts up and gets a straight or frowny face one of those returned becomes mine again.  I don't really like all of these toys in my room, so I hope he gets it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be a good mother and raise him correctly, but he's making it difficult.  I know God will give me strength to do this.   Thank heavens, because today I wanted to wring his neck.  I'm praying the next few days will be a little easier.  Only time will tell.  Lots of prayers headed to God for things to go better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's part of, a day in the life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7725641636286899424?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7725641636286899424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7725641636286899424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7725641636286899424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7725641636286899424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreaded-belt.html' title='The dreaded belt'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-651542370781626987</id><published>2010-01-18T16:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:36:35.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not me Monday</title><content type='html'>So, I've never done this before, but I'm going to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex really loves to read, mostly his Bible, which is highly adorable.  He begged to take it to bed the other night.  I didn't let him, no not me.  If I had let him I wouldn't have woken up to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S1TSoHfZNdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/NZUyyp92Gw4/s1600-h/DSC_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S1TSoHfZNdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/NZUyyp92Gw4/s320/DSC_1056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428195037535614418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this I didn't have to spend 30 minutes on Sunday morning re-taping multiple pages of his Bible back together.  No not me.  I was just able to close it up and take it on to Church.  NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-651542370781626987?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mckmama.com' title='not me Monday'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://mckmama.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/651542370781626987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=651542370781626987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/651542370781626987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/651542370781626987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-me-monday.html' title='not me Monday'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S1TSoHfZNdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/NZUyyp92Gw4/s72-c/DSC_1056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2456532648136433173</id><published>2010-01-18T15:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:02:51.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big boy's day</title><content type='html'>So today being a holiday from school, I opted to keep Ryan home--to have a little mother, son time.  It's not very often we get to do this anymore since Alex came along.  We took the little man to daycare and then headed out for a day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S1TKOE4uqVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/I_pvDodVmU4/s1600-h/DSC_1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S1TKOE4uqVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/I_pvDodVmU4/s320/DSC_1094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428185794066950482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at Monkey Joes inflatable play yard.  It was absolutely crazy at this place today, but was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S1TKy2VlaEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/lYm9pn1FWxQ/s1600-h/DSC_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S1TKy2VlaEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/lYm9pn1FWxQ/s320/DSC_1089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428186425816606786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were kids everywhere, but Ryan had a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of jumping and playing, we headed out for lunch.  Being the picky eater he is, we ended up at Waffle House.  It doesn't hurt my feelings one bit because I love the place.  After filling up on scrambled eggs and waffles, we headed off to the movies.  Granted I didn't pay full price-we did the dollar theatre, but it was fun nonetheless.  We saw a little animated film called Planet 51.  A little cheesy, but had quite a few funny parts as well.  I don't think Ryan got them all, but that's okay.  He thought the movie was "adorable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've now arrived home for a small rest before dad and the little man come home.  After that it's all over.  So much for the alone time with my big boy.  We've had a much needed great day.  These are memories that will last a lifetime.  I can hardly wait for the day when Alex is old enough to do the same.  But for now, I will enjoy my boys, just as they are.  Savoring every moment I can and taking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2456532648136433173?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2456532648136433173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2456532648136433173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2456532648136433173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2456532648136433173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-boys-day.html' title='big boy&apos;s day'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/S1TKOE4uqVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/I_pvDodVmU4/s72-c/DSC_1094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-75858096645487069</id><published>2010-01-04T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:43:30.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>signature</title><content type='html'>Jeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am not very computer literate, but I didn't think it would be so hard.  But now I've got it on there and it's not going anywhere!!  Yes, I have added a signature to my blog!! Yipee for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-75858096645487069?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/75858096645487069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=75858096645487069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/75858096645487069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/75858096645487069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/signature.html' title='signature'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-7795228287930544529</id><published>2010-01-04T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:41:30.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's try this again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/37/02C47E2BB32854B548D49F9CF1FA234C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7795228287930544529?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7795228287930544529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7795228287930544529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7795228287930544529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7795228287930544529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-try-this-again.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-6017752697176512944</id><published>2010-01-04T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:36:19.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've tried something new.  Hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.AllBlogTools.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.allblogtools.com/MiSc/Signature-Generator/holdz/z4b41fc64613b8.gif" alt="Free Signature Generator" width="115" height="53" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style=" font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-decoration:none; color:#999999; padding:0px; margin:0px;" href="http://www.AllBlogTools.com/"&gt;Free Signature Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-6017752697176512944?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6017752697176512944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=6017752697176512944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6017752697176512944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6017752697176512944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-so-ive-tried-something-new.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-641800119643250744</id><published>2010-01-04T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:05:38.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cake</title><content type='html'>I DID IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that is one of Alex's favorite sayings right now, it was mine for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked Saturday night, so I slept until mid-afternoon Sunday (after staying up to get the boys dressed for church).  Alex was still napping and Mike had taken Ryan to the gym.  It was just the peacefulness of a quiet house until..... the voices in my head were saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "that cake is still sitting over there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "don't you see me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "HELLO!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it was a couple of days old, seeing as how I had taken it to work on New Year's Eve.  I did have a piece that night, but truly didn't indulge.  It was too busy to really enjoy much of anything that night.  Too many people wanting to have New Year's babies.  Anyway--as I poured my wonderful cup of diet pepsi (which I am trying to decrease my intake)  I eyed the cake pan.  As I opened the lid and began to smell it I was in love.  It was just an ordinary cake, just yellow cake with chocolate icing, but it's may favorite.  I took a small sliver and inhaled it like no tomorrow.  Then there was the second bite, which was just as delightful as the first.  Who says you can't have cake for breakfast?  The longer I stood there the more guilty I felt.  I took one more small bite and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THREW IT AWAY!!!  I DID IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me--that was very difficult for me.  I love my food, especially sweets. I almost cried when I dumped it in the trash.  I almost had a Miranda moment from Sex and the City when she got the cake out of the trash.  Well, maybe not that bad, but I was thinking it was over.  Boo hoo hoo.  But then the good voices in my head returned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Way to go Renee, you really did it!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I felt so much better no longer having the temptation to eat it.  The next thing to go is my peppermint ice cream.  Granted it's "only 1/2 the fat of regular ice cream" but it's still fattening in large amounts, which I prefer!  Thank goodness it's only out once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's about mind over matter.  I did skip the gym yesterday without much of a choice.  Mike wasn't home and Alex was sleeping.  NEVER wake a sleeping baby.  That's okay, I ate light last night.  I'm going to the gym tonight for 1 1/2 hours which will do me tremendous good.  I love my Turbo Kick--it always kicks me good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this in some way keeps me inspired to keep going.  I have a long road ahead of me!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-641800119643250744?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/641800119643250744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=641800119643250744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/641800119643250744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/641800119643250744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/cake.html' title='cake'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4147397213457740151</id><published>2010-01-01T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:34:17.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>It is that time once again.  The beginning of a new beginning.  Isn't that always the case?  "I'm going to lose weight", "I'm going to be a better mom", I'm going to eat healthier".  There are so many resolutions floating around out there right now, it's hard to know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for me this year I really don't have that many.  Yes, I do want to lose weight and eat healthier so that I can live longer and be around for my children.  Yes, I do want to be a better mom.  Although I think I'm fairly good at it, things can always be improved upon.  So this year I have made some different resolutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1) Make sure Ryan says his prayers EVERY night and that Alex starts to learn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2) Write in their individual journals more often.  It seems time gets the better of me and I don't spend nearly enough time doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3) Blog more about our lives and just the mundane activities.  Although normal, it is still OUR life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4) Spend more time being positive and patient with my husband and children rather than so edgy.  My prozac helps, but I  want to be more aware of the way I react to things and do so in a positive manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is just a few resolutions, they are big for me.  More time consuming for me-which is sometimes hard.  Okay, most times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope the new year blesses you all and God gives you everything you NEED, even when you don't think he does,  Have a great 2010!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4147397213457740151?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4147397213457740151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4147397213457740151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4147397213457740151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4147397213457740151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-766330717909945103</id><published>2009-12-26T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:52:58.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SzYVF20Nk9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/hpE5unPgHN0/s1600-h/DSC_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SzYVF20Nk9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/hpE5unPgHN0/s320/DSC_0905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419542391945008082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SzYVFUQ0K7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/ZLBtbZc6NRI/s1600-h/DSC_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SzYVFUQ0K7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/ZLBtbZc6NRI/s320/DSC_0932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419542382669736882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SzYVE8eU0XI/AAAAAAAAAmU/J6mVgjyRAvA/s1600-h/DSC_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SzYVE8eU0XI/AAAAAAAAAmU/J6mVgjyRAvA/s320/DSC_0859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419542376283951474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SzYVEmvLfWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Cw8ka57AE3U/s1600-h/DSC_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SzYVEmvLfWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Cw8ka57AE3U/s320/DSC_0780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419542370449063266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Christmas has come and gone in this household and the aftermath is very evident.  There are toys everywhere and still remnants of paper from unwrapped gifts.  We were truly blessed this year to be able to provide our family and children a decent Christmas.  It was a little over the top to some extreme I admit, but that's what being a parent is all about.  It truly came to me when Ryan informed me he needed to write a thank you note to Santa.  "He gave me everything I wanted."  I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do anything really exciting this year.  On Christmas eve we decorated cookies for Santa.  After a nap we headed to Mike's parents' house for a little snack and open gifts.  Then we went to Church, which was totally awesome.  There's nothing like closing a Christmas service singing O Holy Night.  It just gave me chills and tears in my eyes.  My heart breaks for the people that truly don't understand the meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was spent in pajamas--almost literally.  I don't think Ryan ever took his bottoms off.  He had slept in a shirt that Nana and Papaw had sent.  Alex changed, but only because he had to have diaper changes.  I put on a pair of knit pants and a holiday shirt.  Not once until I took a shower did I take off my slippers!!  Mike of course was up and at 'em first thing.  He "needed to go for a walk"  As I am content to chill out on the holidays, my husband so is not.  Although we've had our rough spots, we are really beginning to equal each other out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see what the new year holds for all of us.  Ryan will be finishing Kindergarten and Alex will be potty training.  Seriously?  He's not old enough for that in my eyes, but they do have to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes for a continued safe and happy Christmas and Holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phillips family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-766330717909945103?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/766330717909945103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=766330717909945103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/766330717909945103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/766330717909945103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-holidays.html' title='Holidays, Holidays'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SzYVF20Nk9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/hpE5unPgHN0/s72-c/DSC_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8917848259303287346</id><published>2009-12-12T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:03:21.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mckmama</title><content type='html'>So as many of you know, I follow quite a few blogs.  One of my favorites it Mckmama.com.  She is the REAL mom of 4 kiddos-4,3,2,1.  Literally a very busy person.  She amazes me at the time she has to do everything she does.  I feel as though I don't some days and I only have two children.  Anyway, she's giving away a computer on Christmas Eve and I'm putting my name in the pot.  This is my third entry in amongst all of the other thousands!!!  Hey, there's always a chance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at the Phillips household has been far from normal.  Alex was very sick for a while with cold and congestion which proceeded in to bilateral ear infections and a week's worth of Zithromax.  After day three, I was a little concerned he wasn't getting better nearly as quickly as I had hoped.  After a couple of doses of Nasonex over the next few days, he really turned around.  I was so thankful that he was feeling better and looking forward to sleeping at night again.  THEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan got sick.  He was up at 2am coughing his head off.  After looking up on the internet the appropriate dose of dextromethorphan for a child his age, I knocked him out with some Robitussin.  Bless his heart, he coughed for another hour before it kicked in.  But then when it came time for school, as tired as he was, he was playing with his toys.  After much deliberating, I sent him on to school.  I hated for him to miss a day, even though I was afraid of getting a frowny face.  He did okay and got a smiley face that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really looking forward to Christmas this year.  The boys are old enough to understand and are really excited.  They have their own tree I let them decorate which is no more than lights and balls and a few ornaments, but it made them happy.  Alex yells, "Ball!" for the ornaments and wants to throw them.  Thank heavens they are shatterproof.  Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a great Christmas Holiday season.  Love to you all---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8917848259303287346?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8917848259303287346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8917848259303287346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8917848259303287346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8917848259303287346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/12/mckmama.html' title='Mckmama'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-7574648543256863360</id><published>2009-12-01T16:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:25:05.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>over it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SxWWXR03-0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/IoMGKHiGtss/s1600/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SxWWXR03-0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/IoMGKHiGtss/s320/DSC_0470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410395854021851970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                              one of the few sweet brother moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SxWWXD4QbYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p2b4cJEfmho/s1600/DSC_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SxWWXD4QbYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p2b4cJEfmho/s320/DSC_0434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410395850277940610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;Alex loving his basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SxWWWz_S7tI/AAAAAAAAAl0/TOgfNTZXWcs/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SxWWWz_S7tI/AAAAAAAAAl0/TOgfNTZXWcs/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410395846012497618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan swimming like Michael Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I am waaay over doting on my  children on this blog.  It is becoming more and more difficult to sound sweet all of the time.  They are cute and adorable, but they are also horrendous at times.  And I think the closer it gets to christmas, the worse they both get.  And Alex doesn't even understand the concept yet.  He just follows in big brother's footsteps.  Bless his little baby heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has been ever so difficult lately.  At home, church, and school.  I am at my wit's end on what to do.  I've tried everything it seems.  Spanking, time out, taking things away, extra homework, no TV, no computer....what else is there?  My last resort I swear is to pack his bags and send him to some other military school.  Not really, but I don't really know what to do.  Every morning before I drop him off we discuss how we're going to have a good day at school. Listen, cooperate, raise my hand, be respectful by saying yes ma'am and no ma'am to his teachers--he's got all that down pat.  But it's everything else.  Walking in line like he's supposed to.  Sitting still on carpet.  And today of all things--he pulled a girl's hair until she cried.  Sheez oh pete child!!  That I am sure has come from Alex who has started that since moving up classrooms at daycare.  What Ryan doesn't seem to realize is that Alex gets in trouble when he pulls hair and so will he!!  If anybody has any ideas, please feel free to respond.  He has his annual appointment with his pediatrician in the morning, so I can discuss things with him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex on the other hand has been so hard to get to bed, always wanting to go "nite, nite" in my bed.  That is coming to a close, and it's about door therapy (as Mike calls it) every night.  We have to close the door and let him cry it out.  And since he is able to open the door, I had to put a handle on it that he can not use.  It breaks my heart, but he has to learn to go to bed.  Once he's asleep, I open the door so that I can hear him so it's not as though he is locked in there all night.  He has also had this fascination with the DVDs.  So much so, that we had to move them into our closet where they can't be seen.  He just wants to look at them, pull them apart and re-stack them.  It's cute and keeps him occupied, but seriously?  You have to leave them in the case son if you ever want to watch them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure tonight will be traumatic as Ryan can't watch TV or play on the computer &amp; I am moving bedtime back to 8pm.  He will pitch a fit I am sure, but that's life.  Alex will be upset when he can't watch TV either, but I guess that's just what will have to happen.  Maybe we can decorate the Christmas tree or something to keep them occupied until bed time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough blubbering.  I really do love my children, it just seems as though some days it's a little much.  I feel so sorry for Kate Gosselin.  I realize people think she was a b#%$^ but seriously?  If I had to wrangle 8 kids at a time, with 6 being the same age, I can't say as though I wouldn't be the same and do a lot of the same things as she did.  I have trouble some days managing just my 2.  They are beautiful and adorable children.  Ryan really excels in reading and math, and is truly enjoying his swim lessons.  We'll do another 8 weeks beginning in January or February.  Alex loves to read and his vocabulary is ever increasing.  He understands everything you say, especially when it comes to brushing teeth.  He loves that part of night time ritual.  He also likes to try to potty.  He's watched Ryan and the kids in his class do it--he thinks he can, too. It's so funny to see him stand at the potty.  He's so short and barely comes to the edge, but he wants to be like the older kids.  Who knows, maybe he'll potty train early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of my rant now.  Here's to a good rest of the week.  Prayers to God for patience and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7574648543256863360?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7574648543256863360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7574648543256863360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7574648543256863360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7574648543256863360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/12/over-it.html' title='over it!!!'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SxWWXR03-0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/IoMGKHiGtss/s72-c/DSC_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-3417748456817188479</id><published>2009-11-14T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:44:42.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big boy birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is Ryan's 6th birthday.  Every year I smile and let a tear go knowing my firstborn is growing up.  He is such a loving and kindhearted little man.  And lately has truly been coming in to his own.  He is so smart and able to read already.  That in and of itself totally amazes me.  He's been in swim lessons, and after only 5 is swimming on his own.  I was so amazed at his progress and comfort in the water these days.  He loves his brother and loves going to church.  Some days he says things that make me think God is talking to him.  I'm just waiting for the day ....  We've had a great day, and although there was no big party hurrah it doesn't make it any less special.  He is my son.  My beautiful boy. I am so blessed.  Happy Birthday Ryan  Mommy loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-3417748456817188479?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3417748456817188479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=3417748456817188479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3417748456817188479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3417748456817188479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-boy-birthday.html' title='Big boy birthday'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4904674427863551218</id><published>2009-11-02T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:02:01.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9Wisb0aAI/AAAAAAAAAls/XbAaqVDO2x0/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9Wisb0aAI/AAAAAAAAAls/XbAaqVDO2x0/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629632283895810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9WiWgk_8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/IkADEGQxDF0/s1600-h/DSC_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9WiWgk_8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/IkADEGQxDF0/s320/DSC_0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629626398277570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9WidXNXbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/E1Rlze0EoD8/s1600-h/DSC_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9WidXNXbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/E1Rlze0EoD8/s320/DSC_0354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629628238028210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9WiBHYC4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/mGPMXJKUrao/s1600-h/DSC_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9WiBHYC4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/mGPMXJKUrao/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629620655426434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9Wh8em7rI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tpFNr_MzuOI/s1600-h/DSC_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9Wh8em7rI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tpFNr_MzuOI/s320/DSC_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629619410693810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is flying by and it's the beginning of November.  Halloween is over and we are starting the holiday season.  What a fun time to be had this year as both boys are growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was a knight for halloween this year--and actually went trick or treating.  Very unusual for him since he hasn't done that since he was 2.  He had a great time which was a first.  As far as school goes, it's still a challenge.  The teacher says he's very bright and reading and doing math on a higher grade level.  No surprise to me---But still getting bad faces.  Today he had a reteach on talking in the hall and moving around on the carpet.  So.....I made him write sentences, "I will be quiet in the hall" and "I will sit still on carpet"  It made an impact enough to make him cry.  I actually took his chair away and made him stand up because he was pushing it around to get me mad.  Well, I just took it away and made him mad instead.  He is now finished and wrote his name at the top of both pages to take to Ms. Crist in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was Spiderman.  I had originally bought him a new costume as a clown, but it was too tight when we went to daycare.  So we pulled out Ryan's old costume and it worked just fine.  I think he's more of a spiderman anyway.  He is so mischevious these days as a toddler.  More so than Ryan ever was.  I found him on top of a Bob the Builder case the other day trying to get in to the DVD player for Diego.  Little stinker!!   And for some reason he loves toilet water.  UGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the last few weeks.  The sunrise was on my way home the other morning.  It just reminds me of how beautiful a new day can be for us all.  I'll keep reminding myself of that tomorrow when I'm home with a sick child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4904674427863551218?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4904674427863551218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4904674427863551218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4904674427863551218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4904674427863551218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Su9Wisb0aAI/AAAAAAAAAls/XbAaqVDO2x0/s72-c/IMG_0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2054653534568976056</id><published>2009-10-19T10:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:52:55.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new week</title><content type='html'>So Ryan had strep throat--Alex was cutting molars and I've just been plain worn out.  I guess that's the joy of being a mom with a full time job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's a new week and all is well.  Alex has moved up rooms at church and now at daycare :(  He's just growing a little too fast for my taste.  I know it has to happen, but....  He is still such a joy.  I love it when he gives me the tightest hugs ever.  It is just too sweet.   I'm glad both of my boys are cuddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan started private swim lessons on Sunday of this week.  I got this girl's name from a couple of friends that have used her.  All I can say is she rocks!!  Within thirty minutes she had him swimming with a noodle and dunking his entire body under water!!!  I could hardly believe my eyes.  I can't wait until next week so Mike can watch him.  I'm sure he'll be impressed by what he can do in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike celebrated his 43rd birthday on Saturday.  Although he hates birthdays and holidays, this one didn't come without issues.  I'm just hoping we can all move forward and he can have a better attitude toward life.  Another year gone with things you can't change.  No use looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2054653534568976056?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2054653534568976056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2054653534568976056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2054653534568976056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2054653534568976056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-week.html' title='A new week'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5199107565667351891</id><published>2009-10-05T13:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:50:50.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIttle man's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SsoxwGSoiRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BhAiCVkkeo8/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SsoxwGSoiRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BhAiCVkkeo8/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174606494468370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Ssoxvx36vlI/AAAAAAAAAk8/w8ZD-oVM4yg/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Ssoxvx36vlI/AAAAAAAAAk8/w8ZD-oVM4yg/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174601013706322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SsoxvXOJ5uI/AAAAAAAAAk0/wLzyiPYbb8E/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SsoxvXOJ5uI/AAAAAAAAAk0/wLzyiPYbb8E/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174593859217122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Ssoxuzj8A4I/AAAAAAAAAks/lg4WzVLk8lQ/s1600-h/DSC_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Ssoxuzj8A4I/AAAAAAAAAks/lg4WzVLk8lQ/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174584286905218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SsoxunoOjOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dio8nf1JHhA/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SsoxunoOjOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dio8nf1JHhA/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174581083671778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it happened.  I sit here through tears of sadness of letting things go and the joy of looking to the future--going through clothes to give away to others that may need them.  Life goes on.  With that being said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man has turned the big 2!!  He is so smart and amazing it just blows me away.  He talks constantly now, only 1/2 of which I can understand.  But he understands absolutely everything.  When I say, "time to brush your teeth", he runs to the bathroom and hops up on the toilet to turn on the water.  I asked him this morning where his gum was (he had stolen a piece out of my purse), he proceeded to open his mouth.  He also, unfortunately, has learned how to open the garbage.  That can be a bit of an issue when throwing away something he truly wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have a big throw down party--just family.  But I did make yet another awesome cake, if I do say so myself.  It was a little challenging drawind and  putting it all together, but so rewarding.  He loved the b-ball, b-ball, b-ball.  Plus I had basketball plates and cups which he thought were all his.  He even blew out the candle which truly shocked me.  At first when I lit it, he just stared.  Then Ryan blew out one and he realized it wouldn't hurt him.  It was absolutely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 6 weeks until Ryan's birthday.  He wants a dinosaur cake.  That may take some major doing.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5199107565667351891?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5199107565667351891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5199107565667351891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5199107565667351891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5199107565667351891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-mans-birthday.html' title='LIttle man&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SsoxwGSoiRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BhAiCVkkeo8/s72-c/IMG_0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4214812448337910914</id><published>2009-09-27T12:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:54:24.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The week in review</title><content type='html'>This has been a pretty good week in the Phillips household.  Although there's been plenty of rain to go around, there have been a few dry spurts as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had a fantastic, can I say again, FANTASTIC, week at school.  Every day he received a smiley face!!!!  This is such an improvement from last week.  On Thursday his teacher had written that he was trying really hard to follow directions and was doing a great job.  I was very proud.  But Friday took the cake.  While I was sitting in car line, the lady getting the car numbers stopped at the truck.  She asked if I was Ryan's mom.  I said yes, having no idea what was going to come out of her mouth.  She said, "I just love him.  He is just the sweetest boy.  He is so kind and loving.  I took him to the principal's office today. (In the back of my mind I'm thinking 'oh no, it's only kindergarten'.)  I got him a special treat because he's been so good this week."  WHEW!!  Crisis averted.  I was so proud inside.  My little man is growing up and adjusting to school.  It's good to know he is so well liked by his teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is just blooming with words and his understanding of things.  His definite "no" and "sit down" are my favorite.  Stubborn child though--just like his mommy!!  He turns two on Friday and my heart just aches.  As I passed the nursery this morning and saw the newborn area I just wanted to cry.  I remember just yesterday my baby was that small.  I know life goes on and children grow, but sometimes my heart just yearns for another.  Oh well, I love my children as they grow just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all, &lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4214812448337910914?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4214812448337910914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4214812448337910914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4214812448337910914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4214812448337910914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-in-review.html' title='The week in review'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-6152737229680519326</id><published>2009-09-22T15:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:18:00.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SrkixXkn2jI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5kODP2btFwE/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SrkixXkn2jI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5kODP2btFwE/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384373061034695218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Srkiw7Cj2AI/AAAAAAAAAkU/UNWOl8IiMJU/s1600-h/DSC_9891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Srkiw7Cj2AI/AAAAAAAAAkU/UNWOl8IiMJU/s320/DSC_9891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384373053375633410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SrkiwbXf_pI/AAAAAAAAAkM/LitXwLySFQc/s1600-h/DSC_9873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SrkiwbXf_pI/AAAAAAAAAkM/LitXwLySFQc/s320/DSC_9873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384373044873526930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SrkiwNh_K8I/AAAAAAAAAkE/cUh_0NxfGqM/s1600-h/DSC_9870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SrkiwNh_K8I/AAAAAAAAAkE/cUh_0NxfGqM/s320/DSC_9870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384373041159416770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SrkivojZpzI/AAAAAAAAAj8/BsD5zk982mw/s1600-h/DSC_9752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SrkivojZpzI/AAAAAAAAAj8/BsD5zk982mw/s320/DSC_9752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384373031233234738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I have decided that even though New Year's is a few months away, my resolution should be to update my blog at least weekly.  So much changes and life gets so busy I just don't take the time.  I need to make an effort to do this better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has been in kindergarten for just over a month.  He's had his ups and downs and share of straight and upside down faces.  Last week I had a "come to Jesus meeting" with him.  Evidently his teacher thought it entertaining when I wrote that on the note to her, as she showed it to the TA in the room.  They both appreciated it.  Ever since he's gotten nothing but smily faces.  Kindergarten just isn't that challenging to him right now.  I am sure it will become that way eventually, but now he just breezes through everything.  He is already learning to read, and is all about his sight words.  He reads to me most nights, which I just love.  Since Mike and myself read so often, I hope our love of reading has rubbed off on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex on the other hand has turned in to the typical toddler, complete with tantrums and screaming at inappropriate moments.  He is still absolutely adorable though.  He's talking so much--"sit down, be the ball, Hi, papaw" just to name a few.  It's so cute when he tells me to sit down.  It's quite adorable.  He still eats anything I give him.  He really loves black beans and rice from my burritos.  He says, "bite" and points.  In other words, that is his and he wants it.  Spoiled little child. But that's only on way to be when you're that age.  Not only that, but that's how memories are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday has come and gone as well on the 14th.  It was a great day, complete with a childless dinner at Bonefish Grill.  The food was great and dessert was even better.   That was until we got home with the little man.  He had croup and the next day at the peds office, discovered he had another ear infection.  Bless his heart.  Finally now a little over a week later he's feeling better.  Still not sleeping through the night, but hopefully that won't last much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a lot coming up in the next few weeks.  Alex will turn two, Mike and I will have been married for 7 years, Mike has a birthday, then not long after that is Ryan's birthday.  Then of course only 6 weeks later it's Christmas.  Geez, it's a busy next few months.  Hopefully I'll be able to sit down to blog all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best to you all&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-6152737229680519326?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6152737229680519326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=6152737229680519326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6152737229680519326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6152737229680519326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-life.html' title='Our life'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SrkixXkn2jI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5kODP2btFwE/s72-c/IMG_0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-3323803530245462100</id><published>2009-07-08T05:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:08:50.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SlRwIJi63eI/AAAAAAAAAj0/60u5kfL7KiI/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SlRwIJi63eI/AAAAAAAAAj0/60u5kfL7KiI/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356029142154010082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SlRwH5aRbLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/BMZd5xnv3ks/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SlRwH5aRbLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/BMZd5xnv3ks/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356029137822772402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake since the 4:30 am wake up call of a child having a bad dream.  He was talking about a dog or something and crying.  That is really abnormal for him.  But after a few hugs and kisses and scratches on the back, he eventually calmed down.  Then he woke up completely, smiling at me and saying, "Good night and big balls"   After that he headed back off to dream land.   For those of you who don't know, it's Wipeout.  We are somewhat addicted to that show.  It's great family time for us when we watch it and are able to laugh out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has been talking so much more lately.  His vocabulary is expanding so very quickly.  Lately it's Bolt.  He loves that movie, so every DVD has become Bolt, until you show him the case.  He pushes it away and wants something else.  He looks at his books before bedtime and points to certain pictures.  He tried to say spider, but not quite. He's still all about his, "ball" and "duck, duck" and "dog".  Everything is "mine" or pointing to the iPhone saying "mama".  Yes that's momma's phone.  He knows not to touch it unless I let him watch something on youtube.  Then he has to be sitting in my lap for me to let him hold it.  I didn't pay that kind of money to have it thrown around.  It has a good case, but those things can be messed up very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is beginning to regress somewhat in his excitement about kindergarten.  Some of his friends have been leaving from daycare going to other things over the summer.  I think he's starting to realize that he won't be will all of his friends this fall.  It's sad to think that all of the kids he's been with since he was 9 weeks old will be going their separate ways.  Such is life and growing up.  His latest craze is the garden they are growing at school.  He came home the other day telling me all they had planted, and how they are going to watch cucumbers and tomatoes grow.  I wish some days I could throw a garden in the back yard, but don't really know where I would time to find to help it grow.  I'm sure I would if that was what I really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want now is to lose weight.  I've been overweight my entire life.  I've had enough and am trying really hard to fix it.  I've been hitting the gym about 4 days a week, the other three working 12 hour night shifts at the hospital.  I just can't go on those days.  I'm all about Turbo kick, and kickboxing, and power playt.  I've lost a few pounds, but am starting to lose some body fat percentage.  For that, I know the muscle is building and the weight loss will come.  I need to be healthy for my boys as they grow up.  I want to be around for a long time to see my grandkids.  It truly hit home when I had a patient that was younger than myself, pregnant with her second child, and weighed 363 pounds.  She already had chronic hypertension and couldn't sleep unless she sat up.  Really, lose ME and you could be healthier and breathe if you were to lie down.  Anyway, it was just a reminder of where I really don't want to go EVER in my life.  I pray for strength and determination throughout this and know it will pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-3323803530245462100?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3323803530245462100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=3323803530245462100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3323803530245462100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3323803530245462100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-awake-since-430-am-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SlRwIJi63eI/AAAAAAAAAj0/60u5kfL7KiI/s72-c/IMG_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-1486996691583986353</id><published>2009-06-18T12:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:32:05.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Sjprvv_p-pI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0yR95udsi4M/s1600-h/DSC_9199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Sjprvv_p-pI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0yR95udsi4M/s320/DSC_9199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348705975537367698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SjprvTo_EKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/qyO9X2ifXWE/s1600-h/DSC_9353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SjprvTo_EKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/qyO9X2ifXWE/s320/DSC_9353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348705967926087842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SjprvDFUSjI/AAAAAAAAAjU/BkBmWZtW-lk/s1600-h/DSC_9519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SjprvDFUSjI/AAAAAAAAAjU/BkBmWZtW-lk/s320/DSC_9519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348705963481516594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Sjpru2uTVpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/pAbVbPDvL7M/s1600-h/DSC_9395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Sjpru2uTVpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/pAbVbPDvL7M/s320/DSC_9395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348705960163759762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Sjprurnmu0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/AGzJpiaukDA/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Sjprurnmu0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/AGzJpiaukDA/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348705957182880578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, it's been almost three months since I have taken the time to blog.  For that I am truly sorry.  It seems most of my times these days is playing with the kids or on Facebook.  Yes I am an addict and admit it fully.  I also have a twitter account, not really sure why.  It's just something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are changing every day.  Ryan graduated from preschool and  is getting ready to start kindergarten in less than 2 months.  It just doesn't seem possible.  Some days I think he is excited.  Other days not so much.  I think he likes the thought of it until he realizes most of his friends are not going to be there.  He is still so full of energy some days I want to duct tape him to the chair.  I don't think that would do me a lot of good though.  I'm sure he is strong enough that he would get out of it.  DARN !!!  Anyway, he is in the phase of asking how to spell things.  I guess that's good.  He can spell short words:  hat, cat, bat, dog, etc.  For that I am truly grateful.  He has his moments when he is hard to handle, but others when he is the best ever.  On Mother's day he picked "flowers"  for me from the yard at Church.  God must have known I really needed that that morning.  He tells me now, "  Mommy, I love you more than life itself"  I'm guessing because I've said that to him on more than one occasion.  And that is very true.  I love tucking him in at night and hearing those words.  My heart just melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is just plain busy.  He is in to everything.  If I turn around for 5 minutes he will be on a chair headed for the table for whatever happens to be within his reach.  It can be food, yogurt, Ryan's chocolate milk.  Whatever !!  He is starting to say more words--the latest being no no and bubble.  He loves chasing the bubbles outside.  The other day it was raining so I let the boys play while I grilled out, blowing bubbles the whole time.  It's just the little things that make the memories.  He also has transitioned to a big boy bed.  Although it took about two weeks, he has realized it's not all that bad.  I lay down with him for about 5 minutes, give hugs and kisses, and leave.  I close the door behind me so he can't leave.   Every now and again he'll cry for a few seconds, but usually he's just quiet.  I have know him to get up and get a book to read by the light of his moon, but normally he's off to dreamland.  What a difference from when Ryan was that age.  Oh, and he rides the hot wheels tricycle, too.  He has watched Ryan do it enough, he can do it now too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone else.  Have a great summer !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-1486996691583986353?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1486996691583986353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=1486996691583986353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1486996691583986353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1486996691583986353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/06/jeez-its-been-almost-three-months-since.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/Sjprvv_p-pI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0yR95udsi4M/s72-c/DSC_9199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-6122906735249851934</id><published>2009-03-20T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:43:05.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/ScPVkno5kJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hew-_luOJ04/s1600-h/DSC_8775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/ScPVkno5kJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hew-_luOJ04/s320/DSC_8775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326810319851666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/ScPVj2hVA8I/AAAAAAAAAi0/bL2udOBwTEU/s1600-h/DSC_8852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/ScPVj2hVA8I/AAAAAAAAAi0/bL2udOBwTEU/s320/DSC_8852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326797134758850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/ScPVju0BIMI/AAAAAAAAAis/CEhtY0Mes6w/s1600-h/DSC_8927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/ScPVju0BIMI/AAAAAAAAAis/CEhtY0Mes6w/s320/DSC_8927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326795065663682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/ScPVi8APjyI/AAAAAAAAAik/wTmToRr7XnA/s1600-h/DSC_9120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/ScPVi8APjyI/AAAAAAAAAik/wTmToRr7XnA/s320/DSC_9120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326781426732834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked and noticed I had not blogged in quite some time.  I guess the chores of daily life and work just seems to catch up to me.  I wish so badly for time just to stand still, for just a few moments, and let me take it in.  I guess these are my moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Alex have been as busy as ever.  I've done a lot of spring cleaning--taking away old toys, putting in a few new ones.  The boys don't seem to mind.   Ryan especially loves finding old toys he can now play with again.  I took him for his first visit to the eye doctor today.  He did exceptionally well (he knew he was getting a new paint animal) and has perfect vision for his age.   The only problem came when it was time to get presents at the office.  He loudly proclaimed that he didn't like their toys.  Oh well--such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is cutting eye teeth.  Bless his heart.  We are up almost every night with him crying.  I've tried everything I know to do, but I guess he is just going to have a hard time with them.  I hope they will all be in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my eyes checked.  My eyes, far from perfect, unfortunately got a little worse.  I knew they had changed a little, but I didn't realize how much until I put in the new contact prescription.  WOW !!  Amazing how much better I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall life is good.  Work is as busy as ever.  That's one thing that never changes.  People are ALWAYS having babies !!!  Lucky me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-6122906735249851934?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6122906735249851934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=6122906735249851934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6122906735249851934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6122906735249851934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/ScPVkno5kJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hew-_luOJ04/s72-c/DSC_8775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-7635727666040776845</id><published>2009-02-02T14:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:05:45.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdEAa1-68I/AAAAAAAAAiM/I_DYom6iph0/s1600-h/DSC_8732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdEAa1-68I/AAAAAAAAAiM/I_DYom6iph0/s320/DSC_8732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298278260621110210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdEACYV3ZI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Oh41lFQJmNM/s1600-h/DSC_8731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdEACYV3ZI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Oh41lFQJmNM/s320/DSC_8731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298278254054333842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdEAGb4cTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/NoJo9PfccbY/s1600-h/DSC_8728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdEAGb4cTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/NoJo9PfccbY/s320/DSC_8728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298278255142924594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is what happens when you leave a very smart, intelligent, 5 year old in charge while you take a shower.  It was priceless, so I had to take some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7635727666040776845?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7635727666040776845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7635727666040776845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7635727666040776845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7635727666040776845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This is what happens'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdEAa1-68I/AAAAAAAAAiM/I_DYom6iph0/s72-c/DSC_8732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4855536100099557799</id><published>2009-02-02T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:02:54.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDUyMR3RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/D49HjbWSl2Y/s1600-h/DSC_8673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDUyMR3RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/D49HjbWSl2Y/s320/DSC_8673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298277510974397714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDU3j8JmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/c-AI3BXqDuQ/s1600-h/DSC_8723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDU3j8JmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/c-AI3BXqDuQ/s320/DSC_8723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298277512415815266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDU4qxvoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/cw_IEzC6-I0/s1600-h/DSC_8683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDU4qxvoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/cw_IEzC6-I0/s320/DSC_8683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298277512712928898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDUuzOdjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uP40VilJd8s/s1600-h/DSC_8657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDUuzOdjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uP40VilJd8s/s320/DSC_8657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298277510064010802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDUuqIPII/AAAAAAAAAhU/6gmYpTablRU/s1600-h/DSC_8644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDUuqIPII/AAAAAAAAAhU/6gmYpTablRU/s320/DSC_8644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298277510025854082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by now everyone knows we had a lot of snow and ice.  I thought I would post a few of my own pics of the fun we had.  I was just wishing the whole time that my back was stronger and I could've played in the snow with them.  There's always next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4855536100099557799?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4855536100099557799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4855536100099557799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4855536100099557799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4855536100099557799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow.html' title='snow'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SYdDUyMR3RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/D49HjbWSl2Y/s72-c/DSC_8673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5479742649192213884</id><published>2009-01-17T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:05:23.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SXJ_42aN3QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/kj63GM4uIzQ/s1600-h/100_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SXJ_42aN3QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/kj63GM4uIzQ/s320/100_1150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433126768631042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SXJ_4qmCpII/AAAAAAAAAhE/xyqVK87hUYY/s1600-h/DSC_8490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SXJ_4qmCpII/AAAAAAAAAhE/xyqVK87hUYY/s320/DSC_8490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433123597001858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SXJ_4WfmP0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/tZWMjxVtN_k/s1600-h/DSC_8462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SXJ_4WfmP0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/tZWMjxVtN_k/s320/DSC_8462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433118201265986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SXJ_4MnlZlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fKtNWvrR504/s1600-h/DSC_8438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SXJ_4MnlZlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fKtNWvrR504/s320/DSC_8438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433115550410322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to my blog title, a day in the life, here are some pics of our normal days.  We are always on the go (until as of late when I've been pretty much on bed rest due to a lower back strain).  The boys are as busy as ever.  Sometimes  playing well together, sometimes not.  I guess that's to be expected though.  I think through the years they will become very close.  At least that is what I am praying for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has become a little sassy lately and has been spending a lot of time in time out.  Of course, then he turns around and apologizes so cutely that you just have to snuggle him in.  He knows when he's done wrong, which is good.  He just needs to learn not to do it.  In time, I keep reminding myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is babbling constantly.  He is hardly ever quiet anymore.  He's in to everything--drawers, toys, clothes, even my bra drawer. If that just wasn't special finding him with my bra on his head.  ( Only a few more years and he could be part of "Weird Science"   I hope I'm not the only one who remembers that movie).  Anyway life is good and full of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with every one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5479742649192213884?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5479742649192213884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5479742649192213884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5479742649192213884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5479742649192213884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/01/day.html' title='A Day'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SXJ_42aN3QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/kj63GM4uIzQ/s72-c/100_1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-3052417598302988605</id><published>2009-01-08T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:32:28.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Gwyneth</title><content type='html'>Everyone needs to say Happy Birthday to little Gwyneth Rose.  (CFHusband.blogspot.com)  After being born at just over a pound, she is celebrating her first birthday today.  I am continually amazed by the miracles God performs on a daily basis, many of which we are not aware.  This little girl and her mom,  as well as her strong dad are truly miracles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday little one.  You are so very blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-3052417598302988605?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3052417598302988605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=3052417598302988605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3052417598302988605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3052417598302988605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-gwyneth.html' title='Baby Gwyneth'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5592549808011776127</id><published>2008-12-26T14:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:26:32.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SVUvgI3D3MI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CU1GdQYbhrM/s1600-h/100_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SVUvgI3D3MI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CU1GdQYbhrM/s320/100_1379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284181966969887938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SVUvf2TQRAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BicBPtHVf5k/s1600-h/100_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SVUvf2TQRAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BicBPtHVf5k/s320/100_1380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284181961987867650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SVUvfeffk5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/pSDnEjygzqc/s1600-h/100_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SVUvfeffk5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/pSDnEjygzqc/s320/100_1354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284181955596751762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SVUve8L-z4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4FlqVpW1mT4/s1600-h/100_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SVUve8L-z4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4FlqVpW1mT4/s320/100_1358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284181946388107138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, really what is there left to say?  My boys are extremely spoiled and I am loving every minute of it.   Even through the hardships of this year, we managed to make it a wonderfully exciting time.  Santa came and left part of a cookie--his belly got too full from eating the rest of them.  Toys abound and excitement filled the air.  It was even better when I got to work on Christmas Day and got the opportunity to leave.  Needless to say, I jumped at the chance.  Who cares about time and a half when you get the chance to spend Christmas with the boys (even the 42 year old one.).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope everyone's Christmas was as good as it could be.  Love to you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5592549808011776127?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5592549808011776127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5592549808011776127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5592549808011776127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5592549808011776127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SVUvgI3D3MI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CU1GdQYbhrM/s72-c/100_1379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8058473193583004012</id><published>2008-12-22T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:03:30.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things around here lately are status quo.  The boys are as busy as ever, keeping me on my toes.  Ryan always has something interesting to say and Alex is actually running around the house now.  Even in our little home he comes up missing at least once a day.  I have to keep the bathroom doors closed because he loves to pull out the toilet paper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is getting totally excited about Christmas and Santa Claus.  Although I don't think he quite understands about Santa bringing presents while he is asleep he is all about the gifts under the tree.  And I have to say it truly excites me when he wants to tell me the Christmas story.  I almost cried the other day when he was telling me what he learned about Bethlehem, the star, and the three wise men.  He understands about Mary and Joseph traveling on a donkey and Jesus being born in a manger.  I love that his little mind has started to wrap around this.  He even went so far as to say his "prayer for God" the other night.  He thanked God for sending Jesus so that we could have Christmas.  My heart was filled with joy as I realized how much my son is beginning to understand.  I pray this continues for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of life, just a little interjection on behalf of a family in Mississippi.  I grew up in a small town where every person knows the other.  On Friday, a young boy, Landon Burt,  from my hometown drowned very unexpectedly.  His parents were my high school principal and Acteens leader in the Church.  Although I have no doubt in their faith, this holiday season, and many more  to come, will be very difficult.  I pray for them and his brother David that they can find some peace during Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a safe and Merry Christmas and Holiday Season,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phillips Family&lt;br /&gt;Renee, Mike, Ryan,  &amp; Alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8058473193583004012?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8058473193583004012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8058473193583004012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8058473193583004012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8058473193583004012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-around-here-lately-are-status.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-6653060268229125814</id><published>2008-11-22T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:02:39.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SSjHp6P1DLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/LYWm7i_ZzNU/s1600-h/100_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SSjHp6P1DLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/LYWm7i_ZzNU/s320/100_0932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271682886661377202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SSjHpjITSCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Vt70qGhzitk/s1600-h/100_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SSjHpjITSCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Vt70qGhzitk/s320/100_1124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271682880455788578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SSjHpFEsibI/AAAAAAAAAf0/n3cPc8quR1k/s1600-h/100_1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SSjHpFEsibI/AAAAAAAAAf0/n3cPc8quR1k/s320/100_1094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271682872387602866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SSjHo6NXkJI/AAAAAAAAAfs/gn9BfSNmhEs/s1600-h/100_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SSjHo6NXkJI/AAAAAAAAAfs/gn9BfSNmhEs/s320/100_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271682869471187090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had Ryan's 5th birthday party.  It was a blast.  Seriously, I'm not sure what I was doing inviting kids to my house.  It was non-stop noise from the boys (and one girl) playing with cars and animals.  The theme was Transformers (imagine that).  I made a Barricade cake using a Nascar pan.  I think it turned out pretty good and Ryan liked it.  That is the big deciding vote anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so amazed by him these days.  He is so smart and some of the things he says just blows me away.  The other day I had asked him to pick up Alex's cup from the floor.  When I thanked him for doing that he promptly said, "It was my pleasure"  Seriously?  Did that really come out of my son's mouth?  I was a little shocked, but pleased nonetheless.  He's not perfect, but I think over the last five years he's turned into an okay kid.  He takes his vitamins every day without complaining.  He plays well with others (including his baby brother).  And he even says his prayers every night, and lately one of his own.  His own prayer to  God.  I love that the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have such a wonderful child.  God truly has given me such a precious life to raise.  I love you big boy.  You are my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-6653060268229125814?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6653060268229125814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=6653060268229125814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6653060268229125814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6653060268229125814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-we-had-ryans-5th-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SSjHp6P1DLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/LYWm7i_ZzNU/s72-c/100_0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4031167257061698677</id><published>2008-11-14T13:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:25:37.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been forever since I've really had time to sit and type.  Today is Ryan's fifth birthday and   I am overwhelmed with emotion as I remember the day of his birth.  I had waited with anticipation for so long to hear him cry.  Oh how great it was the first time he took a breath.  The days and weeks passed until we started counting years.  He was no longer an infant.  Now he is a young boy and my heart just beams.  He is so smart and such a lover and enjoys cuddling.  I can't thank God enough for allowing me the opportunity to raise such a wonderful boy.  I just do the best I can and let God take care of the rest.  Happy birthday Ryan.  Mommy loves you.  You are my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4031167257061698677?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4031167257061698677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4031167257061698677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4031167257061698677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4031167257061698677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-forever-since-ive-really-had.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2216055860008710107</id><published>2008-10-05T15:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:55:11.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkbkUAnPyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LPfejftJnnY/s1600-h/100_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkbkUAnPyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LPfejftJnnY/s320/100_0722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760750964916002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkbkrAVyqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RLkPZhhlSG4/s1600-h/100_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkbkrAVyqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RLkPZhhlSG4/s320/100_0733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760757137787554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkblH-1Q3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/Xxq1ykAojBU/s1600-h/100_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkblH-1Q3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/Xxq1ykAojBU/s320/100_0750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760764916089714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkblV4c7kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bc_Si4Se37Y/s1600-h/100_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkblV4c7kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bc_Si4Se37Y/s320/100_0758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760768647425602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkblYRnl7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/QkXbl97U7HQ/s1600-h/100_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkblYRnl7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/QkXbl97U7HQ/s320/100_0762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760769289852850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is one and it is so bittersweet.  I love my children and watching them grow is such a pleasure.  But knowing that I will never have anymore like this it's a little sad.   I just pray they grow up to be good Christian men then I know I will have done my part.  This weekend was the party which was so fun.  Alex put cake everywhere, just like he should've.  Here are just a few pics from the event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2216055860008710107?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2216055860008710107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2216055860008710107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2216055860008710107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2216055860008710107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOkbkUAnPyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LPfejftJnnY/s72-c/100_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4190788336580446327</id><published>2008-09-30T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:48:05.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6ko0FRNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/omVLveKC6dw/s1600-h/100_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6ko0FRNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/omVLveKC6dw/s320/100_0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965254061343954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6k5LVfCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/a3gHQGH8eIk/s1600-h/100_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6k5LVfCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/a3gHQGH8eIk/s320/100_0633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965258453842978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6k8GJaDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6YuYr6wmTQ4/s1600-h/100_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6k8GJaDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6YuYr6wmTQ4/s320/100_0667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965259237386290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6lGZP0yI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Epk79_wa2X4/s1600-h/100_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6lGZP0yI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Epk79_wa2X4/s320/100_0711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965262001853218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6lST71qI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ilcl-LC-L3I/s1600-h/100_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6lST71qI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ilcl-LC-L3I/s320/100_0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965265200797346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been a long time since I've been able to blog.  The stresses of two children and a full time job some times takes it's toll.  We've been well, except for the occasional stomach bug and runny nose.  The kids are growing by leaps and bounds.  Alex turns one in a matter of days.  Where does the time go?  Here are just a few pictures from the past month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4190788336580446327?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4190788336580446327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4190788336580446327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4190788336580446327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4190788336580446327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SOK6ko0FRNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/omVLveKC6dw/s72-c/100_0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2559565177637027697</id><published>2008-09-01T12:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:23:22.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW0v9ltEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Dh63jbrCZTQ/s1600-h/100_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW0v9ltEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Dh63jbrCZTQ/s320/100_0534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241089161836213314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW036kOQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xiwMy5xaYjA/s1600-h/100_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW036kOQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xiwMy5xaYjA/s320/100_0546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241089163971016962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW1JN5V5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/7nzv63s7Ud8/s1600-h/100_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW1JN5V5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/7nzv63s7Ud8/s320/100_0555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241089168615495570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW1qp2ylI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jA9-E-Ko4cc/s1600-h/100_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW1qp2ylI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jA9-E-Ko4cc/s320/100_0570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241089177591138898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW1xjyUEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/j6YAtnoHRrU/s1600-h/100_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW1xjyUEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/j6YAtnoHRrU/s320/100_0591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241089179444727874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics from the big race.  My husband is AWESOME!!!  What a great job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2559565177637027697?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2559565177637027697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2559565177637027697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2559565177637027697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2559565177637027697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/09/ironman-pics.html' title='Ironman pics'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SLwW0v9ltEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Dh63jbrCZTQ/s72-c/100_0534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2637462935758438838</id><published>2008-09-01T00:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:10:03.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman</title><content type='html'>Pics to come later, but MY HUSBAND IS AN IRONMAN!!!  It took almost the full time to accomplish, but he did it.  He swam 2.4 miles, biked 112 miles, and ran (mostly walked) a full marathon 26.2 miles.  I haven't felt that much elation since the birth of our children.  What an accomplishment. I am so proud of him.  Hopefully I can post some pics Monday or Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2637462935758438838?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2637462935758438838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2637462935758438838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2637462935758438838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2637462935758438838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/09/ironman.html' title='Ironman'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-6250537140804561007</id><published>2008-08-24T12:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:11:12.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the move</title><content type='html'>Alex is growing by leaps and bounds these days it seems.  It's hard to imagine where the time went.  He's now cruising around everywhere and getting in to EVERYTHING.  I love watching him explore new things--my bathtub as of late.  He's so funny when he turns on the water.  His excitement just builds and he can barely stand himself.  Needless to say he's pretty much a water baby.  If he could just play in the water for hours on end I'm sure he would do so.  This clip I took on Saturday afternoon.  We had been to the gym and while I was in the shower I kept hearing an odd noise.  Yes, it was my son turning the water on and off.  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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SKMxPA-8GTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/sLtO9IqaSXk/s320/100_0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234081325966432562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SKMxPnP3vyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/BUnONoFDYGY/s1600-h/100_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SKMxPnP3vyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/BUnONoFDYGY/s320/100_0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234081336237997858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SKMxPwDGHMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/QbkCnDib3lA/s1600-h/100_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SKMxPwDGHMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/QbkCnDib3lA/s320/100_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234081338600332482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SKMxQKdNZkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/n7LBgMFYUR4/s1600-h/100_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SKMxQKdNZkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/n7LBgMFYUR4/s320/100_0361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234081345689183810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was absolutely beautiful the other day, so I got outside and took some pics of the boys while they played.  They are quite adorable if I do say so myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8916159512610678122?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8916159512610678122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8916159512610678122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8916159512610678122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8916159512610678122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/08/boys.html' title='The boys'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SKMxPA-8GTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/sLtO9IqaSXk/s72-c/100_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-1144705085486379384</id><published>2008-08-05T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:24:58.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhihrq48BI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UIK7G4rX5A4/s1600-h/100_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhihrq48BI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UIK7G4rX5A4/s320/100_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231039297988653074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhiiJs8QkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/orcepYgAH7Q/s1600-h/100_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhiiJs8QkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/orcepYgAH7Q/s320/100_0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231039306050323010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhiiu1l1jI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BoThTWbkYHs/s1600-h/100_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhiiu1l1jI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BoThTWbkYHs/s320/100_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231039316018714162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise only a few more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-1144705085486379384?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1144705085486379384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=1144705085486379384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1144705085486379384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1144705085486379384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhihrq48BI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UIK7G4rX5A4/s72-c/100_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-6013702981201894206</id><published>2008-08-05T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:20:24.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhhdjqMcYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rOoKSkT3-Xs/s1600-h/100_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhhdjqMcYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rOoKSkT3-Xs/s320/100_0062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231038127607148930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhheX6DywI/AAAAAAAAAVM/NdcJYX5kHfY/s1600-h/100_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhheX6DywI/AAAAAAAAAVM/NdcJYX5kHfY/s320/100_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231038141632334594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhhevczmoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BTidojqKdI0/s1600-h/100_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhhevczmoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BTidojqKdI0/s320/100_0161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231038147952089730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhhfIse95I/AAAAAAAAAVc/oICDMm02NNE/s1600-h/100_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhhfIse95I/AAAAAAAAAVc/oICDMm02NNE/s320/100_0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231038154728732562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more pics from the trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-6013702981201894206?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6013702981201894206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=6013702981201894206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6013702981201894206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6013702981201894206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhhdjqMcYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rOoKSkT3-Xs/s72-c/100_0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5434533590173268728</id><published>2008-08-05T10:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:15:35.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mississippi trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhgMEOI2sI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gNaJRY5wG5c/s1600-h/100_4578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhgMEOI2sI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gNaJRY5wG5c/s320/100_4578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231036727598570178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan loved the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhgMtGb5HI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ca4r6T0vVEM/s1600-h/100_4580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhgMtGb5HI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ca4r6T0vVEM/s320/100_4580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231036738572117106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a happy baby out in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhgNYUVmDI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_RpbPjKxY7w/s1600-h/100_4579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhgNYUVmDI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_RpbPjKxY7w/s320/100_4579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231036750173149234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhgN3b0ujI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IPrOcccRcMc/s1600-h/100_4583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhgN3b0ujI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IPrOcccRcMc/s320/100_4583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231036758526048818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I took the boys and headed to Mississippi.  Yes it was crazy and a very LONG trip, but it was worth it in the end.  We had a great time visiting with family and going to Geyser Falls.  Nana and popaw were so excited to see the little man on the move, sort of.  The house is not childproof so it was a little challenging at times, but that's okay.  I took lots of pictures so I'll just post a few of my favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5434533590173268728?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5434533590173268728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5434533590173268728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5434533590173268728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5434533590173268728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/08/mississippi-trip.html' title='Mississippi trip'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SJhgMEOI2sI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gNaJRY5wG5c/s72-c/100_4578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8095394069190034446</id><published>2008-07-20T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:57:16.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a few good pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe1wVagFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/hLJC1bTENyY/s1600-h/100_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe1wVagFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/hLJC1bTENyY/s320/100_4540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225265007769059410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe2APOaII/AAAAAAAAAUE/qJmYSLqhxOU/s1600-h/100_4545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe2APOaII/AAAAAAAAAUE/qJmYSLqhxOU/s320/100_4545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225265012038068354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe2bcFpcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7C9DBEiJgZw/s1600-h/100_4546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe2bcFpcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7C9DBEiJgZw/s320/100_4546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225265019339777474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe22mNuoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1ptdvFWc0Uc/s1600-h/100_4549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe22mNuoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1ptdvFWc0Uc/s320/100_4549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225265026630007426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe3LccfbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/jXqt2cNE9js/s1600-h/100_4550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe3LccfbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/jXqt2cNE9js/s320/100_4550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225265032226176434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8095394069190034446?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8095394069190034446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8095394069190034446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8095394069190034446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8095394069190034446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-good-pics.html' title='a few good pics'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIPe1wVagFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/hLJC1bTENyY/s72-c/100_4540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-6869492569489359694</id><published>2008-07-19T19:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:06:35.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The little man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIKBZsYbqOI/AAAAAAAAATc/45-353wpWYk/s1600-h/100_4530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIKBZsYbqOI/AAAAAAAAATc/45-353wpWYk/s320/100_4530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224880796113545442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIKBZ4qPwBI/AAAAAAAAATk/dgTsHfxGyl8/s1600-h/100_4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIKBZ4qPwBI/AAAAAAAAATk/dgTsHfxGyl8/s320/100_4531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224880799409487890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIKBabvVLtI/AAAAAAAAATs/0xDxeqad4ZE/s1600-h/100_4535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIKBabvVLtI/AAAAAAAAATs/0xDxeqad4ZE/s320/100_4535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224880808826056402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIKBas36ZQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/F4m-BgPzjg4/s1600-h/100_4536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIKBas36ZQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/F4m-BgPzjg4/s320/100_4536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224880813425452290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. little man is just so much fun these days.  We've been trying lots of new foods--his favorite as of late are waffles and blueberry muffins  (made without egg).  He is also pulling up on everything in sight, but refuses to crawl for some reason (Ryan didn't crawl until 10 months).  We went today to Lebanon to spend some time celebrating Tyler's 6th birthday.  While the older children played with water guns and the slip and slide, we put Alex in a bucket.  He had a great time playing with his toys in his own little world.  Very cute I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-6869492569489359694?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6869492569489359694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=6869492569489359694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6869492569489359694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6869492569489359694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-man.html' title='The little man'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SIKBZsYbqOI/AAAAAAAAATc/45-353wpWYk/s72-c/100_4530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5844028234757503340</id><published>2008-07-16T21:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:14:55.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SH6cc5geOYI/AAAAAAAAATU/DTSMj8K5L_s/s1600-h/100_3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SH6cc5geOYI/AAAAAAAAATU/DTSMj8K5L_s/s320/100_3150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223784638083643778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk about my husband much because this blog is pretty much dedicated to my children.  But today seems to be the time to mention how proud I am of him.  He has been doing triathlons since before we were together.  I remember watching the first few thinking , "Wow, this is cool"  (Understand I think it's cool, but I have no desire to do so at this point in my life.)  Anyway, since he's not working, he trains about 3-5 hours a day while the kids are in daycare in preparation for the Ironman Louisville in August.  This past weekend he did one of his regular 1/2 Ironman distance ones in Muncie, Indiana.  The weather was horrible.  It stormed and lightening was striking as he finished the swim portion.  The entire bike ride was in a downpour and then it cleared up and got hot for the run portion.  Amazingly enough, it was his best time by far at this race.  He did AWESOME!!  At the rate he's going he will be able to do the full Ironman in about 12 hours or less.  That's a 2.4 mile swim, 112 miles on a bike, and a full (26.2 miles) marathon.  And yes, that is all in one day!!  I can hardly wait for the day to see him cross the finish line.  How cool to be able to say that my husband is an IRONMAN!!!   Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers as this day is quickly approaching on August 31, Labor Day weekend.  (This picture is from last year at the Memphis in May Triathlon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5844028234757503340?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5844028234757503340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5844028234757503340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5844028234757503340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5844028234757503340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-proud.html' title='So proud'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SH6cc5geOYI/AAAAAAAAATU/DTSMj8K5L_s/s72-c/100_3150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-1464662207596809947</id><published>2008-07-07T11:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:49:01.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SHI58gswXhI/AAAAAAAAATM/31DY-37-hCY/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SHI58gswXhI/AAAAAAAAATM/31DY-37-hCY/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220298629808414226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy is growing up so fast it seems.  I took him this morning for his 9 month check up.  He weighs 18 pounds 5 ounces and was 28 1/2 inches long.  He's just a little smaller than Ryan was at this age (21 pounds and 29 inches) but I'm sure he will catch up just fine.  He is babbling non stop and is starting to pull up on things.  He doesn't seem to want to crawl, but I have no doubt it won't be long.  What a fun age!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-1464662207596809947?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1464662207596809947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=1464662207596809947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1464662207596809947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/1464662207596809947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-baby-boy-is-growing-up-so-fast-it.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SHI58gswXhI/AAAAAAAAATM/31DY-37-hCY/s72-c/DSC_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-573615039032037064</id><published>2008-07-01T20:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:38:59.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biter biscuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGrN_bTpJqI/AAAAAAAAASs/GSZf1OHKe4w/s1600-h/100_4490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGrN_bTpJqI/AAAAAAAAASs/GSZf1OHKe4w/s320/100_4490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218209607807739554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGrN_heJukI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XeQd_IEA47k/s1600-h/100_4492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGrN_heJukI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XeQd_IEA47k/s320/100_4492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218209609462430274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGrN_xD0lmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sGvy1Y552FY/s1600-h/100_4494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGrN_xD0lmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sGvy1Y552FY/s320/100_4494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218209613646960226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGrOAVYacOI/AAAAAAAAATE/i16LHF9UN4U/s1600-h/100_4498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGrOAVYacOI/AAAAAAAAATE/i16LHF9UN4U/s320/100_4498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218209623397003490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the little man teething so hard these days, I give him anything I can to gnaw on.  He really enjoys the biter biscuits.  I usually have to find a huge bib, or like this day just undress to his diaper.  He was so cute I had to post pictures.  Then of course it's off to the bath with big brother.  They are so cute together.  I hope as the years go on the two will be close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-573615039032037064?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/573615039032037064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=573615039032037064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/573615039032037064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/573615039032037064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/07/biter-biscuit.html' title='Biter biscuit'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGrN_bTpJqI/AAAAAAAAASs/GSZf1OHKe4w/s72-c/100_4490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-3942653183731084223</id><published>2008-06-28T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:42:02.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my other fave pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT60a_jfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/mBnpbHZfOnI/s1600-h/100_4430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT60a_jfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/mBnpbHZfOnI/s320/100_4430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217019857068854770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT7dGLdfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Yzl3U86E_ac/s1600-h/100_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT7dGLdfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Yzl3U86E_ac/s320/100_4438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217019867987408370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT7o9fytI/AAAAAAAAASE/2x4PNrstOxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT7o9fytI/AAAAAAAAASE/2x4PNrstOxQ/s320/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217019871172217554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT8Z1w1bI/AAAAAAAAASM/hyCeAAwL5po/s1600-h/DSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT8Z1w1bI/AAAAAAAAASM/hyCeAAwL5po/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217019884293117362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT8uiVwuI/AAAAAAAAASU/9mSCd2ORp-c/s1600-h/DSC_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT8uiVwuI/AAAAAAAAASU/9mSCd2ORp-c/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217019889848795874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-3942653183731084223?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3942653183731084223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=3942653183731084223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3942653183731084223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3942653183731084223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-of-my-other-fave-pics.html' title='Some of my other fave pics'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaT60a_jfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/mBnpbHZfOnI/s72-c/100_4430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-6097855769576419549</id><published>2008-06-28T15:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:34:48.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaQ0y6YRiI/AAAAAAAAARU/zpV4HfuYnnE/s1600-h/100_4476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaQ0y6YRiI/AAAAAAAAARU/zpV4HfuYnnE/s320/100_4476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217016455049528866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Ryan and John Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaQ1AKaybI/AAAAAAAAARc/6VG9IDjYyhQ/s1600-h/100_4462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaQ1AKaybI/AAAAAAAAARc/6VG9IDjYyhQ/s320/100_4462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217016458606463410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Alex and Millie Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaQ1orA3JI/AAAAAAAAARk/mY6GgSJVBJs/s1600-h/100_4468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaQ1orA3JI/AAAAAAAAARk/mY6GgSJVBJs/s320/100_4468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217016469480594578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaQ2-eJorI/AAAAAAAAARs/wM5l5MglH04/s1600-h/DSC_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaQ2-eJorI/AAAAAAAAARs/wM5l5MglH04/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217016492512092850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Renee and Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of my parents' stay, an old friend I grew up with came for a visit.  We haven't seen each other in almost 12 years.  It's amazing how time flies and lives change.  She's married now with two children, one of whom is just a few months younger than our baby.  We had such a great time just catching up and letting our children play together.  It turned out to be a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-6097855769576419549?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6097855769576419549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=6097855769576419549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6097855769576419549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6097855769576419549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaQ0y6YRiI/AAAAAAAAARU/zpV4HfuYnnE/s72-c/100_4476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-9085317824593359028</id><published>2008-06-28T14:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:16:23.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Explorium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaN2zH03RI/AAAAAAAAARM/8JfC-lRcOyc/s1600-h/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaN2zH03RI/AAAAAAAAARM/8JfC-lRcOyc/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217013190930783506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  Triangle Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaLmkOaqOI/AAAAAAAAARE/g3y4Qi-cDtQ/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaLmkOaqOI/AAAAAAAAARE/g3y4Qi-cDtQ/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217010713030732002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Little man asleep in Triangle Park&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaKTljtsMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/jNbLPwKU1NA/s1600-h/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaKTljtsMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/jNbLPwKU1NA/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217009287459352770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      One of Ryan's favorite dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaIYLxFdNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/DLHJh4MPcKI/s1600-h/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaIYLxFdNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/DLHJh4MPcKI/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217007167412204754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Ryan in the Bubble Room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;One of the days while mom and dad were in town we visited The Explorium, formerly known as the Children's Museum.  This was our first visit and Ryan totally loved it.  It was hard to get away for lunch.  Thank goodness after lunch Mike was able to meet us and take him back for a little while.  My favorite exhibit was the Bubble Room.  Ryan's of course was the dinosaur area.  As much as he loves dinosaurs, he is going to have to be a paleontologist when he grows up.  After lunch we strolled around town so mom and dad could take a few pictures.  Here are just a few from the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-9085317824593359028?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/9085317824593359028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=9085317824593359028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/9085317824593359028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/9085317824593359028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/06/explorium.html' title='Explorium'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGaN2zH03RI/AAAAAAAAARM/8JfC-lRcOyc/s72-c/DSC_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4041079083592461961</id><published>2008-06-26T21:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:35:58.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana and Popaw visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRCbGnICaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oCdaX7lyoos/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRCbGnICaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oCdaX7lyoos/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216367301800495522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;sweet baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRCbzTjeRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/d_TkUmSD5Ik/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRCbzTjeRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/d_TkUmSD5Ik/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216367313798002962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRCcQfEQ0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2X5GUoz9-eg/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRCcQfEQ0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2X5GUoz9-eg/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216367321630917442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRCcz5mGLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rEViuJtYGB0/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRCcz5mGLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rEViuJtYGB0/s320/DSC_0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216367331137427634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Precious baby boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRBYuG7IZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_SvfGOtTqg8/s1600-h/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRBYuG7IZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_SvfGOtTqg8/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216366161351614866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I dropped Ryan off here for the day (Ha Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend my parents drove up from Mississippi to visit for a few days.   We had such a great time.  They loved seeing the boys and the boys really enjoyed them as well.  It seemed as though we went non-stop between Church on Sunday, a baseball game on Monday, and The Explorium on Tuesday.    I'm going to post some of my favorite pics, but that will be hard.  Nana's camera is AWESOME and I got so many great shots it's hard to choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4041079083592461961?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4041079083592461961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4041079083592461961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4041079083592461961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4041079083592461961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/06/nana-and-popaw-visit.html' title='Nana and Popaw visit'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SGRCbGnICaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oCdaX7lyoos/s72-c/DSC_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2478421327574237054</id><published>2008-06-19T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:20:31.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>swim lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SFr3r61pT0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zJmdn0xkTQs/s1600-h/100_4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SFr3r61pT0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zJmdn0xkTQs/s320/100_4379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213751852535467842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly enough, swim lessons are going okay.  Tomorrow is the last day ( a make up day since they were run out one day this week for bad weather).  Ryan has learned to push off the wall and use a kick board and flotation devices.  I was really impressed today when watching him swim toward the deep end.  It's sad to see them grow up--but what a proud mom I was today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2478421327574237054?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2478421327574237054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2478421327574237054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2478421327574237054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2478421327574237054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/06/swim-lessons.html' title='swim lessons'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SFr3r61pT0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zJmdn0xkTQs/s72-c/100_4379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2994409464684666036</id><published>2008-06-10T21:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:52:18.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8uh7_WzHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1mbbZHUT6GE/s1600-h/100_4315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8uh7_WzHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1mbbZHUT6GE/s320/100_4315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210434454464941170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Alex looks just like Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8ui1DXXrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hr1QeMO7ex0/s1600-h/100_4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8ui1DXXrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hr1QeMO7ex0/s320/100_4329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210434469782576818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            What big feet I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8ujRwLYrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LoTsvFmbin4/s1600-h/100_4348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8ujRwLYrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LoTsvFmbin4/s320/100_4348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210434477486727858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Granny and the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8ukDyqWhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5ZDH9TR8O-U/s1600-h/100_4353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8ukDyqWhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5ZDH9TR8O-U/s320/100_4353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210434490918918674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Reading to Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8ukzUQJgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-bIef-2wiuw/s1600-h/100_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8ukzUQJgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-bIef-2wiuw/s320/100_4359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210434503676274178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Have a good nap handsome prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been forever since I actually had a chance to sit down at the computer an blog for a while.  Life has been quite busy and work even more so.  I don't really see how there can be any more pregnant women in Lexington and the surrounding cities.   Haven't we delivered them all by now?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the boys are extremely busy these days.  Ryan has started swim lessons at Transylvania University.  Day  1, not so good.  Day 2, a little better.  Mike took him and got some pictures on the second day.  My how he is becoming such a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has started saying "ma ma" and "da da"  It's just the sweetest thing to hear him say it.  He grins all the time and I think he's trying to cut a few more teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend granny and Aunt Debbie stopped by for a visit on their way home from West Virginia.  It was short, but wonderful.  Living so far away I don't get to see family nearly enough.  Granny just clung to Alex while she sang him to sleep.  She read to Ryan in him room which totally made his day.  I have such a wonderful family-----oh and drama during dinner.  I turned on my gas grill to heat it up.  Ten minutes later my backyard neighbor was at my front door with the fire extinguisher.  Yes, the grill was on fire.  Just at the connection site so no too bad.  At least the whole tank wasn't up in flames.  And my house is still intact.  Thank the good Lord above for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about all to update now.  Hope all are well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2994409464684666036?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2994409464684666036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2994409464684666036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2994409464684666036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2994409464684666036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/06/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SE8uh7_WzHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1mbbZHUT6GE/s72-c/100_4315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2648467048442516165</id><published>2008-05-21T20:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:54:12.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fuel economy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDS_XHJwrRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VDU-gFJPycU/s1600-h/100_4287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDS_XHJwrRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VDU-gFJPycU/s320/100_4287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202993873297648914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDS_X3JwrSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_Ov-7w0VZm4/s1600-h/100_4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDS_X3JwrSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_Ov-7w0VZm4/s320/100_4288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202993886182550818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Our latest toy.......uh........investment.........for fuel economy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, a scooter gets 100mpg.  And due to the fact that my pathfinder gets 16mpg and the sentra about 26mpg, we're trying to buy less gas.  We're going to try to use the scooter to go back and forth to work and the sentra when we're home with the kids.  The SUV will be parked in the garage except for the occasional outing.  We've already saved a good bit just driving the car.  As crazy as it seems--it will pay for itself in the first 6 months.  Considering the fact that out avg gas cost was  $600-700 a month--we'll be cutting that in half.   And just in case you wondered--yes I have driven it and it's a lot of FUN!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2648467048442516165?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2648467048442516165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2648467048442516165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2648467048442516165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2648467048442516165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuel-economy.html' title='fuel economy'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDS_XHJwrRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VDU-gFJPycU/s72-c/100_4287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8735330999768633346</id><published>2008-05-18T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:40:31.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDDMOHJwrQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n8YO7xg6Tog/s1600-h/100_4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDDMOHJwrQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n8YO7xg6Tog/s320/100_4260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201882112423144706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you cross a 4 1/2 year old boy with a chocolate cupcake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8735330999768633346?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8735330999768633346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8735330999768633346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8735330999768633346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8735330999768633346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/05/chocolate.html' title='chocolate'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDDMOHJwrQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n8YO7xg6Tog/s72-c/100_4260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-7671088112091261539</id><published>2008-05-18T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:19:30.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday afternoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDBzFnJwrOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LagZlsIQK0w/s1600-h/100_4276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDBzFnJwrOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LagZlsIQK0w/s320/100_4276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201784109859384546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDBzGHJwrPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cCrD7pUch8c/s1600-h/100_4278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDBzGHJwrPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cCrD7pUch8c/s320/100_4278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201784118449319154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon after church was absolutely beautiful.  The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and the temperature was perfect.  I decided to go outside with the boys (and Brownie the horse) to take a few pictures and enjoy the day.  I'm not sure how Alex liked the grass--he wouldn't smile a lot.  I'm guessing he was tired because when I came in to download pics from the camera he fell asleep in my lap.  How sweet----  Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-7671088112091261539?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7671088112091261539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=7671088112091261539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7671088112091261539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/7671088112091261539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-afternoons.html' title='Sunday afternoons'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SDBzFnJwrOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LagZlsIQK0w/s72-c/100_4276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2381678338709485791</id><published>2008-05-16T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:35:36.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful Days</title><content type='html'>This has nothing to do with the boys--but everyone needs to check out my link to the right about Nate, Tricia, and baby Gwyneth.  This family is so precious -- and guess what?  They are all together now.  The little one finally got released after 18 weeks in the  hospital.  Just imagine being born at just over a pound--and now weighing in at almost 5.  What an amazing and inspiring journey these people have endured.  If you never had faith, you will after reading their story.  Hope all are well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2381678338709485791?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2381678338709485791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2381678338709485791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2381678338709485791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2381678338709485791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/05/joyful-days.html' title='Joyful Days'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-3173487333292474742</id><published>2008-05-12T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:57:53.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCivGHJwrLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/BEGeMUYbz68/s1600-h/100_4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCivGHJwrLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/BEGeMUYbz68/s320/100_4252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199598289333300402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCivIXJwrMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/U_Ch34QSWpM/s1600-h/100_4256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCivIXJwrMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/U_Ch34QSWpM/s320/100_4256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199598327988006082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCivKXJwrNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tvZmfmvmocc/s1600-h/100_4258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCivKXJwrNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tvZmfmvmocc/s320/100_4258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199598362347744466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally began this post on Sunday evening.  I didn't like the way it turned out, so I deleted it and started again.  So here goes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mother's Day was absolutely wonderful.  I realize every day  more and more how blessed I have been in my life.  I was raised in a loving home, which included and fantastic mom.  I married a wonderful man that has given me the greatest loves of my life, my two sons.  And although I am not perfect, I try to be the mother God has wanted me to be.  This mother's day that included being part of the baby dedication at our Church.  It was so awesome to stand on stage with all of those parents dedicating our children to being raised in Christ. (One of the girls on stage with me, I delivered back in February).    And it was even more so wonderful because Mike got to be a part of it with me (Thank you Judy for working for him those few hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dedication a lot of things get said, but my favorite was the prayer Glen said right toward the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Heavenly Father, take us back to the moment when this child came into the world.  Make us awestruck once again at the privilege the Creator grants us-the privilege of creating life.  And remind us that You trust us enough to train and lead this young life in such a way that they will honor and serve You for all of life.         Father, like Hannah we bring our child to You.  Like Hannah, help us to regularly petition You on their behalf.  Like Hannah, help up to feel our pleasure through this  young life.  Like Hannah, may we see our children grow up to honor and serve You for all of life.    Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So simple, but so profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that was just the beginning of my day.  The joy of having a toddler means having something said to you over and over again. Most of the time is just grates on my nerves, but this day it was different.  Ryan was full of hugs and kisses , I love yous, and, "Happy mother's day"  all day long.  The best part came last night at bedtime.  After our nite nite prayers I was telling Ryan how much I loved him and proud I am to be his mommy.  Then just so adult like, he rolled over to face me and said, "And I'm proud to be your son"  My eyes welled up with tears and my heart just swelled with pride.  As imperfect as I am, I must have done something right this far.  It was a moment I shall not soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have to post pics of ny gifts made at daycare.  Ryan brought me a plant to put in the yard, and Alex gave me a hand print.  It amazes me how big his hands are at just 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-3173487333292474742?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3173487333292474742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=3173487333292474742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3173487333292474742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3173487333292474742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCivGHJwrLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/BEGeMUYbz68/s72-c/100_4252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8027385465401978805</id><published>2008-05-09T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:34:33.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCS01rMSonI/AAAAAAAAANM/yDmwvr0sNXc/s1600-h/100_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCS01rMSonI/AAAAAAAAANM/yDmwvr0sNXc/s320/100_4237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198478704112738930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCS02LMSooI/AAAAAAAAANU/C-mm--OOKGI/s1600-h/100_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCS02LMSooI/AAAAAAAAANU/C-mm--OOKGI/s320/100_4241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198478712702673538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   They say there's nothing worth stealing more than a kiss from a sleeping baby.  It is so true, especially with this one.  Just look at those lips and chubby little feet.  How sweet is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8027385465401978805?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8027385465401978805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8027385465401978805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8027385465401978805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8027385465401978805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweetest-pieces.html' title='Sweetest pieces'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SCS01rMSonI/AAAAAAAAANM/yDmwvr0sNXc/s72-c/100_4237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8325664476461153222</id><published>2008-04-27T19:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:40:11.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100% cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SBUOwTbTX5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/EDDfPvL6l0A/s1600-h/100_4196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SBUOwTbTX5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/EDDfPvL6l0A/s320/100_4196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194073968253034386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SBUOxDbTX6I/AAAAAAAAANE/shkJDkUbo0M/s1600-h/100_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SBUOxDbTX6I/AAAAAAAAANE/shkJDkUbo0M/s320/100_4202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194073981137936290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the cutest onesie the other day and had to put it on Alex after bath the other night.  Then I gave him to Mike to hold while I finished Ryan's bath.  He was watching WKRP in Cincinnati on that new Hulu.com.  Evidently Alex is no fan of WKRP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8325664476461153222?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8325664476461153222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8325664476461153222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8325664476461153222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8325664476461153222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/100-cute.html' title='100% cute'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SBUOwTbTX5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/EDDfPvL6l0A/s72-c/100_4196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-830616059785087846</id><published>2008-04-27T19:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:26:46.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SBUKxzbTX4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rv6JUdL7RIw/s1600-h/100_4209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SBUKxzbTX4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rv6JUdL7RIw/s320/100_4209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194069595976327042"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that Alex will be 7 months old this Friday.  Time just seems to pass me by between the activities of daily life and work.  Now that the mini is over and I won't have to devote as much time to the gym as I had, I can spend a little more time with the boys.  I took this picture this afternoon after lunch.  He just sat up and smiled--posing like all good babies do.                        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I finished my first mini marathon!!  It took a lot longer than I would've wanted, but at least I know my body can do it.  I have never been so grateful to see a finish line in my life.  I almost cried I was so happy to be done.  Next year (maybe)  I am going to try to run the whole thing.  I have to say though miles 3-6 through Iroquois park are some of the hardest hills I've ever climbed.  But then again, we don't have hills like that around here.  Enough rambling--I DID IT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4459600357282925317?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4459600357282925317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4459600357282925317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4459600357282925317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4459600357282925317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SBOKPzbTX3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/epD9984RNBA/s72-c/100_4206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5065324083077932974</id><published>2008-04-14T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:38:48.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP5A-nLGmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZDHKjq6_wIE/s1600-h/100_4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP5A-nLGmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZDHKjq6_wIE/s320/100_4165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189264990863563362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP5BOnLGnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2a0I6gSfmg4/s1600-h/100_4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP5BOnLGnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2a0I6gSfmg4/s320/100_4167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189264995158530674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP5BunLGoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/db8eyQdBEKo/s1600-h/100_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP5BunLGoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/db8eyQdBEKo/s320/100_4172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189265003748465282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after bath time, Ryan decided we needed to take some pictures.  I took a few and then Ryan got the camera.  I guess you can tell who took the pics--especially the ones with the stuffed animals (those are all that are left after I put the rest in storage bags).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5065324083077932974?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5065324083077932974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5065324083077932974&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5065324083077932974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5065324083077932974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/tonight-after-bath-time-ryan-decided-we.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP5A-nLGmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZDHKjq6_wIE/s72-c/100_4165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8369577765182507067</id><published>2008-04-14T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:23:46.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP1gunLGlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ibK3pg6JUas/s1600-h/100_4160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP1gunLGlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ibK3pg6JUas/s320/100_4160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189261138277898834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay--only 5 1/2 months after halloween my son decided to  put on his costume.  Better late than never I said.  I'm hoping he can still fit into it this October. He'd better because I won't be buying another!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8369577765182507067?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8369577765182507067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8369577765182507067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8369577765182507067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8369577765182507067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-only-5-12-months-after-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAP1gunLGlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ibK3pg6JUas/s72-c/100_4160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-6816800207635477885</id><published>2008-04-11T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:19:32.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAANSkxMyFI/AAAAAAAAALs/D9Ymd-rsWdE/s1600-h/100_4147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAANSkxMyFI/AAAAAAAAALs/D9Ymd-rsWdE/s320/100_4147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188161383489652818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAANTExMyGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QLHPj8lGmjQ/s1600-h/100_4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAANTExMyGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QLHPj8lGmjQ/s320/100_4149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188161392079587426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAANTkxMyHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j2U14ACrQHE/s1600-h/100_4154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAANTkxMyHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j2U14ACrQHE/s320/100_4154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188161400669522034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAANT0xMyII/AAAAAAAAAME/MnL_QHyybLk/s1600-h/100_4158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAANT0xMyII/AAAAAAAAAME/MnL_QHyybLk/s320/100_4158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188161404964489346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week we were blessed with many beautiful days.  I took the boys any time we had a chance--life is short and there are memories to be made.  Alex loved his first ride in the swing--Ryan can never get enough.  After about two hours, Alex was passed out and I was exhausted from swinging Ryan.  We had such a good time big boy fell asleep on the way home.  Luckily I got him out of the truck and into the house without incident.  He slept for almost three hours before I woke him up.    What a day!!!  I look forward to going back again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I took Alex for his 6 month check-up this week.  He weighs 16 lbs, 4 oz. and is 27 inches.  Long and thin.  Just perfect!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-6816800207635477885?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6816800207635477885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=6816800207635477885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6816800207635477885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/6816800207635477885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/park.html' title='The park'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/SAANSkxMyFI/AAAAAAAAALs/D9Ymd-rsWdE/s72-c/100_4147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-4758949814150829117</id><published>2008-04-04T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:18:57.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sippy, yipee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bFVzGG1UI/AAAAAAAAALk/EUK_s43wYog/s1600-h/100_4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bFVzGG1UI/AAAAAAAAALk/EUK_s43wYog/s320/100_4127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185548999247451458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little man is getting older and beginning to try more new things.  In the past few days we have been working with a little water in the sippy cup.  So far he has seemed to do okay.  He actually held it and moved it to his mouth.  Wow, where does the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-4758949814150829117?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4758949814150829117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=4758949814150829117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4758949814150829117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/4758949814150829117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/sippy-yipee.html' title='sippy, yipee!!'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bFVzGG1UI/AAAAAAAAALk/EUK_s43wYog/s72-c/100_4127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-2688116319610933603</id><published>2008-04-04T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:14:57.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bEejGG1TI/AAAAAAAAALc/qhsyEOmUzhU/s1600-h/100_4125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bEejGG1TI/AAAAAAAAALc/qhsyEOmUzhU/s320/100_4125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185548050059679026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-2688116319610933603?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2688116319610933603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=2688116319610933603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2688116319610933603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/2688116319610933603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/working-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bEejGG1TI/AAAAAAAAALc/qhsyEOmUzhU/s72-c/100_4125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5272199233673584670</id><published>2008-04-04T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:10:03.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bDRzGG1SI/AAAAAAAAALU/Gy0WT1qcOI8/s1600-h/100_4122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bDRzGG1SI/AAAAAAAAALU/Gy0WT1qcOI8/s320/100_4122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185546731504719138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so determined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5272199233673584670?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5272199233673584670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5272199233673584670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5272199233673584670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5272199233673584670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-determined.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bDRzGG1SI/AAAAAAAAALU/Gy0WT1qcOI8/s72-c/100_4122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-282326219296922737</id><published>2008-04-04T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:05:05.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bCJzGG1RI/AAAAAAAAALM/oZV6k9R77hA/s1600-h/100_4121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bCJzGG1RI/AAAAAAAAALM/oZV6k9R77hA/s320/100_4121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185545494554137874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting started&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-282326219296922737?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/282326219296922737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=282326219296922737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/282326219296922737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/282326219296922737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-started.html' title=''/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R_bCJzGG1RI/AAAAAAAAALM/oZV6k9R77hA/s72-c/100_4121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-5472177835249631650</id><published>2008-04-04T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:04:12.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>It is sometimes difficult to keep Ryan busy.  This past weekend (yes it has taken me this long to post it) we painted.  I had gotten some little trains and paints which I thought would really create an interest.  He had so much fun and Alex just sat in his highchair and watched.  We had such fun just spending quality time together.  Oh the memories....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-5472177835249631650?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5472177835249631650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=5472177835249631650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5472177835249631650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/5472177835249631650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-8893717504705139324</id><published>2008-04-02T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:15:54.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray, pray, pray</title><content type='html'>For all of those in blog world get on your knees.  Today Wednesday, April 2, 2008--Nate's birthday--TRICIA GOT HER LUNGS!!!   They are in the OR right now as I type.  Please pray for them, the surgeons, the donor family, and the donor that his heart was right with God and he is in a better place.  Check out their blog to see pics before she went to the OR.  There are still plenty of risks involved especially since Tricia was still on a vent, plus the risk of rejection.  There are still long days and nights ahead, but the future is getting brighter.  With God's hand and a lot of prayer, baby Gwyneth will be able to grow up with her dad and MOM.   Praise God for his love and his mighty works!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-8893717504705139324?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8893717504705139324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=8893717504705139324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8893717504705139324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/8893717504705139324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/04/pray-pray-pray.html' title='Pray, pray, pray'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-3466078155289599137</id><published>2008-03-27T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:30:08.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w73jGG1PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nuztyzsvgAA/s1600-h/100_4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w73jGG1PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nuztyzsvgAA/s320/100_4109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182583096696296690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w74zGG1QI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F6wrfeobC_c/s1600-h/100_4110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w74zGG1QI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F6wrfeobC_c/s320/100_4110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182583118171133186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little man is such a happy baby.  I couldn't have been any luckier with this one.  He is always smiling and cooing at everything and everyone.  I just had to get a few pics to show the blog world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-3466078155289599137?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3466078155289599137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=3466078155289599137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3466078155289599137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/3466078155289599137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-smiles.html' title='baby smiles'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w73jGG1PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nuztyzsvgAA/s72-c/100_4109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630493966910103732.post-376567183030743723</id><published>2008-03-27T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:26:41.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w7JzGG1NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/AkAVA7fPCPA/s1600-h/100_4116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w7JzGG1NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/AkAVA7fPCPA/s320/100_4116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182582310717281490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w7KTGG1OI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_6gLaH9ln4A/s1600-h/100_4117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w7KTGG1OI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_6gLaH9ln4A/s320/100_4117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182582319307216098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has loved his baby brother from the very beginning.  I don't think he realizes what is going to happen when Alex starts walking and playing with his toys, but for now he is very loving.  Tonight after dinner he just had to have his picture taken with the little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630493966910103732-376567183030743723?l=ryanandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/376567183030743723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630493966910103732&amp;postID=376567183030743723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/376567183030743723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630493966910103732/posts/default/376567183030743723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandalex.blogspot.com/2008/03/brothers.html' title='brothers'/><author><name>KYnurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238246976210306699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mGOp0Kf5NE/TzrYCh5x-fI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lOOKjA4ps7U/s220/IMG_2175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__dwYas8gfHQ/R-w7JzGG1NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/AkAVA7fPCPA/s72-c/100_4116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
