<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094</id><updated>2009-12-24T15:39:19.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun we'll have!</title><subtitle type='html'>So you can follow our lives, without following us!  :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-3047421279808948604</id><published>2009-12-14T16:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:19:11.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday buggy dear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENDALYNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Syap9t3L6nI/AAAAAAAAAng/w0x1d4iK1d4/s320/IMG_6624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415202479707777650" /&gt;So Kendalynn has been around for a whoppin' 2 years now which to us just seems crazy.  She's the craziest kid I know, and we love her to pieces.  She's such a great combination of everything wonderful.  She's energetic and SO much fun to have around!  Of course she has her "fun" moments when she is a typical 2 year old, but if you ask me, she's not at all a "terrible two."  At the doctor today (what a fun present...a trip to the doctor!  luckily...no shots for her) she weighs a whole 23 lbs (10th percentile) and as the doctor put it, "petite and perfect."  I don't think I recognize enough what a blessing it is to have such an awesome kid who has never had any serious health problems and is completely wonderful in every way.  Man I just think she's the greatest little girl ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sya2fHFkY0I/AAAAAAAAAno/8iy27yODecc/s1600-h/IMG_4638.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sya2fHFkY0I/AAAAAAAAAno/8iy27yODecc/s1600-h/IMG_4638.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sya2fHFkY0I/AAAAAAAAAno/8iy27yODecc/s320/IMG_4638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415216247554204482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As far as Logan man goes...  He also had his 2 month check up today (although he is 3 months) and he's perfectly awesome also!  He is 14.1 lbs (60th percentile), 24.5 inches (54th percentile), and he is doing extremely wonderful.  He sadly did have to get shots today, and he actually recovered quite quickly for the little pansy baby he is.  &lt;i&gt;(Now don't think I mean "pansy" in a bad way, because I don't at all.  Logan is so incredibly different from Kendalynn as a baby.  Both are extremely good babies, but he is much more of the tender sort.  You can already tell he's much more sweet and cuddly which makes me ecstatically happy.)&lt;/i&gt;  Other than that, he's doing great!  He sleeps through the night for at least 10 hours which as far as I'm concerned is the most awesome thing in the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sure do love our kiddos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-3047421279808948604?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/3047421279808948604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=3047421279808948604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/3047421279808948604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/3047421279808948604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-buggy-dear.html' title='happy birthday buggy dear!'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Syap9t3L6nI/AAAAAAAAAng/w0x1d4iK1d4/s72-c/IMG_6624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-7233988354563992574</id><published>2009-12-11T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:31:03.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a birthday shout out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMBERLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is dear little Emberly's birthday.  There is no doubt that little Emmy is one of Kendalynns favorite people in the whole world.  Kids Kendalynns age tend to forget people they have seen in a while until they see them again and then they quickly remember.  Well it's not like that with Emmy.  Even though we haven't seen her since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; September, Kendalynn frequently walks around the house asking where Emmy is, or she'll stand at the door looking out the windows saying "Emmy, bye bye."  And when we look through pictures from the last few months, if we encounter any of Emmy we hear a lot of mumblings about her for the rest of the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's to you little Emmy girl.  Have a superb birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SyJjFBe9z7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/YTmUqCOHrf4/s320/IMG_5480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413998640001568690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(ignore the hair attacking both their faces.  this very intense smile just goes to show how happy Kendalynn is around Emmy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-7233988354563992574?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/7233988354563992574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=7233988354563992574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/7233988354563992574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/7233988354563992574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-shout-out.html' title='a birthday shout out'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SyJjFBe9z7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/YTmUqCOHrf4/s72-c/IMG_5480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-6200146091018359450</id><published>2009-12-06T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:12:31.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little update</title><content type='html'>Well I figured I should update my blog and let people know what we've been up to.  And yes, you may have already noticed (since I'm pretty sure people only visit this just to see pictures of my kids..) that there are no pictures.  BUT...I will gladly post a link at the bottom to my latest facebook album.  Lucky you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this last month our most exciting thing was to go out to Utah to go to Kara and Ryan's wedding.  Hooray!  It was awesome for sure.  Casey and Kara went through the temple for the first time together since Casey is leaving on his mission in 10 DAYS to go to Anchorage, Alaska.  (enjoy the cold Casey...)  While we were there we got to stay with my Aunt Lori &amp;amp; Uncle Scott and we had tons of fun just sitting around with them talking.  We also got to go up to Layton area (Kaysville specifically) to go and visit my dad's parents and show off the cute kiddos and chat with them.  AND...we ate at Bajio aka Heaven.  It was wonderful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving at Tyler's cousin Kristy's house with a bunch of his family that live in the area.  It sure is nice to have family around.  And tonight we had an early Christmas with Tyler's parents and Casey, since Casey will be leaving before Christmas and Tyler and I &amp;amp; kiddos will be off to Arkansas this year for Christmas.  That's right everyone...we're going to Arkansas and I honestly can't wait.  HOORAY!  My sister and her hubby (and new cutey-pah-tootie baby Ainsley!) live there and my parents and brother are also spending there Christmas there so it will be loads of fun. And sadly we will all probably gain a few pounds with my mom around baking but it will be worth it for all the yummy treats we'll get.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So other than that, things are going great around here.  Kendalynn is cute and crazy as ever and doing great with Logan.  She never tries to sit on him or pick him up anymore, so that's definitely a good thing!  Logan is the happiest baby I have ever seen no doubt.  He smiles allllll the time at me, and loves me sooo much that he has been sleeping through the night for a good 3 weeks now.  Awesome??  Yes yes indeed.  We sure love having them both around, and there definitely is not a dull moment with Kendalynn and all the crazy things that she does.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, like I promised, here is the link to the photo album I added just the other day.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2149177&amp;amp;id=193302356&amp;amp;l=4cfb79f65b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-6200146091018359450?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/6200146091018359450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=6200146091018359450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6200146091018359450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6200146091018359450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-update.html' title='a little update'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-2826579423187686134</id><published>2009-10-14T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:42:53.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my brain...a mystery to us all</title><content type='html'>Alright...so here is a blog free of pictures or anything to do with my children and family.  Strictly about my brain.  I am one of those chain thinkers.  I start thinking about one thing, and the next thing I know I'm on a COMPLETELY different subject.  Wow.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, one time while we were living in Asheboro (the home of the NC Zoo) I started thinking about how it would be fun to take Kendalynn, and I thought about whether they had tigers or not.  Within 30 seconds I had started planning out in my mind what would ever happen if I came face to face with a tiger in the jungle, and how I would protect Kendalynn.   And to be honest, I was getting a little worried about it.  That is a very simple example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was an especially good chain reaction.  Bare with me here, and mind you that this all took place in under a minute.  I laid down after we said prayers, and noticed that my tongue was between my teeth.  I then recalled an unpleasant story of a friend biting a chunk of his tongue off jumping on a trampoline and needing stitches to get it back on.  I then thought to myself that if there was an earthquake or something during the night, I wouldn't want to risk biting my tongue, so I moved it.  But that led me to the thought that there aren't really earthquakes in the south, but more so hurricanes or twisters or whatever.  So then I started thinking about how terrible it would be to have a twister come attack my house so I started thinking about how I could make sure I could safely get my family and potential future pets into the basement/cellar to wait it out.  That made me think about how if we had a cat and he was out wandering the neighborhood when the twister was about to hit, what if he didn't return when being called?  My parents cat will sometimes come back to the house when we call him but not always.  Whereas, if we had a dog during this disaster, it would always be in the house or in the backyard so it would be easy to save, and bird would always be in their cages and such.  I kinda went back and forth about how it might be possible to have an inside only cat, or MAYBE the cat would sense the twister coming so he'd stay inside if we were lucky.  But not likely.  So I came to the conclusion that I'd be okay to not ever have a cat in our family.  (tyler is allergic anyway.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.  So after I went through this process I said out loud to Tyler that I would be okay with not getting a cat to which he asked where that came from.  After telling him my chain of random thoughts he pointed out to me how weird I am.  Yup.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after laughing at myself for a few minutes I decided to blog about this experience for all of you, asking for any of you who do this sort of thing to comment so I know I'm not alone.  But if not, hopefully you were at least able to get a kick out of this like Tyler and I did last night.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-2826579423187686134?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/2826579423187686134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=2826579423187686134' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/2826579423187686134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/2826579423187686134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-braina-mystery-to-us-all.html' title='my brain...a mystery to us all'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-6047359952845447343</id><published>2009-10-06T10:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:48:50.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's at it again</title><content type='html'>Well once again my blog will no longer let me post pictures.  This time I think I might have a good idea of what the problem is, so we'll see what I can do to fix it this time around.  But in the meantime, I posted pictures on my facebook of all the crazy happenings around here.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thus far life is going good with both of these crazy kids.  Logan is starting to be a little bit more of a fussy baby, but I'm starting to get a better idea of what it is he's unhappy about.  He's doing really good through the night, and the other night he slept for 6 hours which was WONDERFUL.  Kendalynn is doing...okay.  She is going through a splendid phase of always wanting to take the blanket off Logan while he's sleeping.  And then she'll rush over to him again and try to pick him up really fast before I notice.  Luckily, she's never been successful, or even made him cry so that's good.  A few times she's attempted to sit on him, and even step on him, but again, luckily it always happens when I'm already right there.  She also seems to be getting worse about listening to what I tell her (especially when it comes to leaving Logan alone) so hopefully soon I'll figure out how to move past that cause it's rather frustrating at times.  But oh well I guess, it's what comes with the job and I'll figure the only thing I can do is to do my best in the meantime to help her learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway...I must be off to protect Logan and feed them both so they'll sleep so I can sleep.  Last night Logan did okay...we went to bed at 2 which is really late because he decided to be wide awake last night.  He then woke up at 6 to eat (still 4 hours, not terrible) and luckily one ate for about 25 minutes before going to sleep again.  Sadly, Kendalynn woke up around 7 (normally she wakes up around 9) and instead of trying to coax her into going back to sleep I figured I'd just bring her in our bed to sleep instead which I never do.  And this morning reminded me of why I never do.  Kendalynn tends to think of our bed as a sort of "fun" zone or something.  Rather than ever attempting to sleep in our bed, she just gets really excited and wants to play.  So I tried to sleep a little more while getting kicked in the stomach, hit in the face, sat on, and countless other "fun" things instead.  Who needs sleep anyways...it's overrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link that should work to take you to my pictures on facebook.  A few of them are repeats, but my kids are cute so you can look at the pictures again.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2142909&amp;amp;id=193302356&amp;amp;l=3f8bc5df81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-6047359952845447343?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/6047359952845447343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=6047359952845447343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6047359952845447343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6047359952845447343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-at-it-again.html' title='it&apos;s at it again'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-2527676886877268699</id><published>2009-09-22T18:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:36:54.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan's first bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess there isn't much that needs to be said about his first bath.  We were both thinking he wouldn't like the first one, because most babies don't, but he actually just sat there and seemed to enjoy the whole thing.  ...until I washed his hair which bothered him a little bit...  But anyways...here are some pictures of the event.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrlPC1rEEmI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GZ_dK2ePhoo/s320/IMG_5526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421739684172386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrlPCZj7NqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bNb6Pi5abW4/s320/IMG_5530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421732138038946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrlPDP_nUHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ltk7f6i6knQ/s320/IMG_5543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421746749689970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE babies wrapped up in towels.  One of my favorite things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrlPDpZwkSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZiW375IFs9A/s320/IMG_5548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421753570234658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kendalynn kept trying to take his diaper off afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrlPB-JMzNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xqfR-vv-H8s/s1600-h/IMG_5546.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrlPB-JMzNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xqfR-vv-H8s/s320/IMG_5546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421724778187986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the first good pictures of me with the kiddos. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-2527676886877268699?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/2527676886877268699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=2527676886877268699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/2527676886877268699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/2527676886877268699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/09/logans-first-bath.html' title='Logan&apos;s first bath'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrlPC1rEEmI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GZ_dK2ePhoo/s72-c/IMG_5526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-6271483021951600795</id><published>2009-09-17T11:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:07:45.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>awesomely cute kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright you all.  Here are some pictures of my super kids.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is swell over here as we continue adjusting to Logan's arrival.  Kendalynn is...I'm not sure how to put it.  She's still an amazingly good little girl, and as we predicted has moments here and there where Logan is of great interest to her.  She loves to try and put the pacifier in his mouth and occasionally tries and pick him up...so we always have to be on the look out for her "helping."  On the other hand she has also been a little bit more defiant over the last few days because I think she's starting to see the difference in time I used to spend with her that has now gone to feeding Logan and carrying him around so he's safely out of her reach.  But overall, she's doing good and really does love wee little baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Logan is AWESOME.  We've decided that he's a little bit more fussy than Kendalynn was, but he's such a good baby.  Already at night he'll sometimes sleep 4-5 hours!  It's awesome.  And he's been awesome at going back to sleep right after so my nights haven't been bad at all.  He makes the funniest faces when he's awake that make him look like he's always worried or concerned, and Tyler and I have decided that he's probably on the lookout for Kendalynn, or still just wondering where on earth he is.  He's quite jumpy too, so maybe he's just a little paranoid. :)  He went to the doctor Tuesday and is already on his way back up in weight gain and is healthy and perfect!  The doctor said not to take him out of the house (except for walks around the neighborhood she said) for 8 weeks.  EIGHT WEEKS!!!!!  Small groups of people can come over to visit us, but otherwise baby Logan needs to stay put.  Wow.  But oh well.  Better safe than sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm doing swell.  If it wasn't constantly raining and pouring outside, I would be going on more walks around the neighborhood because I feel the need to be active which is good.  (my ghetto scale says I've lost about all the weight already.  I'm not sure how accurate that thing is, but that'd be nice!)  My mom has been here since Saturday so we've been able to enjoy her treats and constant entertainment.  (if you know my mom at all, you know there is never a dull moment with her around!)  It's been great to have help, but I'm actually looking forward to being the only one home with the kids.  I'll definitely admit it's been nice to not have to feed Kendalynn all 3 meals everyday, but I'm excited to get back into the habit of being in charge of all the little things and spend more time with her.  She's so wonderful...I love that kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But anyways...here are some random pictures from the last week of the awesomely cute kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJbbsA6eqI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NK0_VHrWbi4/s320/IMG_5411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382465035890752162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooooh I love his feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJTV5Zw3OI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gLvk7CjHn2Y/s320/IMG_5388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382456140312403170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJV8VVkusI/AAAAAAAAAlo/i6OmozaY6I8/s320/IMG_5430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382458999669308098" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kendalynn kept wanting to put the hat on.  She's so goofy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJWHbXZXVI/AAAAAAAAAl4/kUcIPgC2Rl0/s320/IMG_5449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382459190266125650" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kendalynn likes to lay next to Logan on the floor and try to stick the pacifier in his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJWXWXTeFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pTx0Cfddd1A/s320/IMG_5462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382459463801469010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little man in one of his brief awake moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJWXpZ__7I/AAAAAAAAAmI/ioRpqmiR7cc/s320/IMG_5467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382459468913049522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No...it's not beer.  Aldi has some bottled root beer, and Kendalynn kept following me around wanting the empty bottle.  Picture moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJWG2sDThI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Ejq7UNRJu58/s320/IMG_5437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382459180420648466" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to think she was so small...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJTX6Vo16I/AAAAAAAAAlg/Zx9-e66keag/s320/IMG_5421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382456174923274146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kendalynn's cute "smile."&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJWYFClDmI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xRfS4jz9XkU/s320/IMG_5470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382459476331007586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little man in his manly pink chair.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJTWRp-8NI/AAAAAAAAAlI/n8fUi6Fyv-g/s1600-h/IMG_5404.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJTWRp-8NI/AAAAAAAAAlI/n8fUi6Fyv-g/s320/IMG_5404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382456146822885586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His cuuuuute little feet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-6271483021951600795?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/6271483021951600795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=6271483021951600795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6271483021951600795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6271483021951600795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/09/awesomely-cute-kids.html' title='awesomely cute kids'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SrJbbsA6eqI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NK0_VHrWbi4/s72-c/IMG_5411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-262262618260373716</id><published>2009-09-10T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:16:42.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more of Logan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This kid is just awesome.  He hasn't even been with us for a full 2 days yet and I already feel like he's been with me forever.  SO AWESOME.  He's been such a great little boy.  He eats like a pro already which makes me soooooo happy.  Last night was our first night home (we only stayed in the hospital about 30 hours) and he did really good.  He has his "awake" times (which only last about 30 minutes at a time) all during the day, so last night he went to sleep at 11, woke up to eat at 2:30 followed by diaper change, back to sleep, woke up to eat around 6:45 followed by diaper change, and back to sleep again to wake up at 9 to have some open eye time.  Wow can I just say I am one lucky little mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kendalynn has been so excited to have him around.  She just loves to point at him and give him kisses and has taken a greater interest in her baby dolls now that Logan is around.  We just have to watch out for him trying to "feed" him with her spoon and I'm sure she'll be trying to put loads of things in his mouth and all up in his face.  But she's such a sweet girl we're sure she'll just want to help out all the time.  Sometimes it just might be a little more "help" than we really need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pictures of him in his first little outfit!  The frog is the object that I'm going to continue taking pictures of him with to compare how much he's grown from when he came home.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqkIi--MyoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/HbzKMdLIto8/s1600-h/IMG_5329.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqkIi--MyoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/HbzKMdLIto8/s320/IMG_5329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379840626983225986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqkIiJt2EXI/AAAAAAAAAks/q-dIusfp8fE/s1600-h/IMG_5330.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqkIiJt2EXI/AAAAAAAAAks/q-dIusfp8fE/s320/IMG_5330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379840612687548786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqkIhmF2YCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/R-lYD7kg7kA/s1600-h/IMG_5324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqkIhmF2YCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/R-lYD7kg7kA/s320/IMG_5324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379840603124555810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqkIhEMqgMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QM_yOrtmgiM/s1600-h/Logan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqkIhEMqgMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QM_yOrtmgiM/s320/Logan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379840594026332354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-262262618260373716?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/262262618260373716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=262262618260373716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/262262618260373716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/262262618260373716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-of-logan.html' title='more of Logan'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqkIi--MyoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/HbzKMdLIto8/s72-c/IMG_5329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-8918224579640419601</id><published>2009-09-08T20:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:42:17.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes...he's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LOGAN WALKER!&lt;br /&gt;7 lbs even&lt;br /&gt;20 inches long&lt;br /&gt;12:10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh my goodness gracious today could not have gone any better. Hooray! Things have gone exceptionally well, and sooo much faster than I would have ever anticipated. Kendalynn's labor was about 14 hours, which I still don't think is that bad, so I was expecting it to go a little faster this time around...but not nearly this fast! I was also a little worried about the pitocin and if it just didn't like me, but we turned out to be great friends. :) Here's the basic summary of what happened today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6:20 - get to front counter to fill out a few papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7:05 - in our room changing into my gown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7:50 - start the pitocin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8:10 - contractions start, and VERY quickly jumped to being VERY consistent at about 1.5-2.5 minutes apart.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9:20 - epidural.  Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11:40 - the nurse came in and discovered that his head was "right there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11:55 - started to push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12:10 - out pops Logan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So ya. From the time that labor "started" and ended was only 4 hours. AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  It was seriously so smooth. At 11:40 when the nurse came in, it was actually to put a heartbeat monitor on his head because he kept moving so much they couldn't keep one up with the other monitor. Well she then realized that he was moving so much because he was trying to escape. So by the time I started pushing, I had pushed 3 times with the nurse, and then the doctor walking in, looked down to see how things were going and said, "Oh! Hello!" and then one more round of pushing and out came wee little Logan man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So it's been awesome. I'm feeling great, and hoping to be able to go home tomorrow night if they'll let me...but we'll see. Kendalynn was able to come in a few hours after Logan was born with Tyler's mom and brother Casey and she was so cute. She seemed a little scared of her surroundings at first (which I'm sure reminded her of scary doctor visits that she'd prefer to forget!) but warmed up real quick. She especially liked pointing to Logan saying "baby" over and over again, and pointing out features on his face and giving him kisses. We're sure she'll be a very sweet and loving big sister, and we're excited to get home altogether and get into as much of a routine as we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So anyways...things are good. Tyler went home about an hour ago to help with Kendalynn and will come and visit Logan and me tomorrow. And in the meantime I'll just enjoy the last moments of silence that I can and take advantage of the nurses to watch Logan so I can sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LIFE IS GREAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; font-family: georgia;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sqb4S6YbQUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/W1SNH2w0NDA/s320/IMG_5250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379259808733675842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; font-family: georgia;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sqb4SRLq9lI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vXhOfrDxhdc/s320/IMG_5253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379259797674325586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; font-family: georgia;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sqb4SO7tkEI/AAAAAAAAAkE/8wpQzFyMcVc/s320/IMG_5259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379259797070516290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; font-family: georgia;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sqb3yC5W9ZI/AAAAAAAAAj8/tiI8Y0_2eNc/s320/IMG_5260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379259244083606930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; font-family: georgia;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sqb3xdaBhfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/yUT93dZxbmc/s320/IMG_5263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379259234020066802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; font-family: georgia;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sqb3xJpMjJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/RQo2peBMlxQ/s320/IMG_5264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379259228714994834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; font-family: georgia;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sqb3wuX14nI/AAAAAAAAAjk/omMDSi877a0/s320/IMG_5268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379259221394449010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; font-family: georgia;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sqb3wNvI9-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/qlY65R4mZQM/s320/IMG_5273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379259212633798626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-8918224579640419601?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/8918224579640419601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=8918224579640419601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/8918224579640419601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/8918224579640419601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeshes-here.html' title='yes...he&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sqb4S6YbQUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/W1SNH2w0NDA/s72-c/IMG_5250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-7046640195567805469</id><published>2009-09-06T23:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:39:10.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes....I'm still pregnant.  But not for much longer!  For those of you who haven't heard, I'm being induced this Tuesday (the 8th) so sometime on that day we will be adding little Logan to our family.  Wahoo!!  Last Friday at my doctor appointment the doctor said I was well on my way to having this baby and could possibly have him on my own before Tuesday gets here.  So I've been working on that all weekend...  Hopping around, volunteering to retrieve things from upstairs for the chance to run up them, and Tyler and I just finished going on a walk around the neighborhood (during which I would skip for periods of time) to try and get things moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes...we're excited to add Logan into our lives.  I know it's going to make things way more hectic around here, but I'm over being worried about it.  People are continuously telling me how hard things are going to be, and I get so tired of it!  I decided quite some time ago that since there's nothing I can do about how crazy things may get sometimes, I just need to be willing to live with a messy house sometimes and enjoy my cute and ADORABLE children while I can.  So for those of you who feel you need to warn me about how hard it will be or how messy my house will get...don't worry about it!  I've heard it all!  I'd rather let myself be excited about having Logan around rather than worrying about things that don't matter as much as my cute awesome kids that I get watch learn and grow.  SO MUCH FUN!  So if you happen to be someone who might frequent my house of the next few months, I'll apologize now for the unorganized messes that will most likely be lurking around every corner!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that!  For those of you who don't know, Tyler, Kendalynn and I have been living in our WONDERFUL house for just over a week now!!!  HOORAY!  We've been to our ward twice now, and I LOVE it soooo much.  Kendalynn has done AWESOME in nursery and there have been soooo many people who have befriended us already.  I can already tell that we're going to make some great friends while we're here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If no one has seen pictures of our house, &lt;a href="http://www.trulia.com/homes/Georgia/Acworth/sold/904382-4629-Howell-Farms-Dr-Nw-Acworth-GA-30101"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to the house when it was for sale, but what I need to do is take pictures of it with our stuff in it.  I made sure to put pictures and decorations on the wall the day we moved in to make it feel like home, so it actually looks like we've lived here longer than a week.  We have SO much storage space in this house, so we were able to unpack just about everything in just a few days.  AND our wonderful Buttle parents bought us some bedroom furniture as a housewarming present that will be here Tuesday!  So we'll finally own dressers and our clothes can go somewhere other than piles on the floor or metal racks that so obviously belong in a garage...not a bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to wrap it up...I'll try to include some pictures of Kendalynn enjoying the backyard.  But just be on the lookout for pictures of our new addition by Tuesday at the latest!  If we're lucky, I'll have him tomorrow so Tyler will already have the day off work, and things will be a little easier to move his schedule around.  But anyways...enough rambling.  But cross your fingers for me so all this hopping around the house will pay off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqR_GMIGJKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eVcjTzM1oQA/s320/IMG_5194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378563599298340002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kendalynn LOVES wearing my shoes.  This time she had a little bit of a hard time matching them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqR_Ed3ncOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2pYft1G4fpw/s320/IMG_5259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378563569701318882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the backyard today she saw a plane.  When she hears one in the sky, she looks around all excited trying to find it.  (yes...it's blurry...phooey.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqR_E4xUX1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/VWP7pnnSdyg/s320/IMG_5263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378563576922660690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She found it.  And was so excited to watch it go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqR_FoZWwHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/7KI0euNzKNk/s320/IMG_5268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378563589707055218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure why she's making that face...but it's funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-7046640195567805469?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/7046640195567805469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=7046640195567805469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/7046640195567805469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/7046640195567805469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='update!'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SqR_GMIGJKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eVcjTzM1oQA/s72-c/IMG_5194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-4985742643592197779</id><published>2009-08-20T17:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:09:27.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today we all went and had an adventure together!  (We being Daddy Buttle, Mommy Buttle, Tyler, myself, Kendalynn, Kyle, Keri, Kara, Ryan and Casey.  Wow.)  First we went to The Varsity for a good ol' greasy meal, and then headed off to the Coca-Cola museum here in Atlanta.  (If you didn't know...this is where the headquarters are.)  It was super!  I've got pictures, so I'll let them tell the story and add in when I feel the need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3i3T-wX7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/PniHixNI-g0/s1600-h/IMG_5238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3i3T-wX7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/PniHixNI-g0/s320/IMG_5238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372199370407042994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The building.  Ooooooh...awwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3H0pMGbCI/AAAAAAAAAh8/EWY6T2c_8LQ/s320/IMG_5219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169637746600994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously the best part.  They have this bear (with a person inside I'm sure) but the face and everything do all kinds of stuff too!  Wow...it was cool.  So you can take pictures with it and I was thinking Kendalynn might be a little too hesitant.  Not even close.  She kept running out of line to go and see it and boy did she love that thing.  The rest of the day she kept putting her hands up (how you would when asking where something is) saying "bear? bear?" SO AWESOME.  I'll try and post the video we got later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3H1TG2ksI/AAAAAAAAAiE/_GPQrhvRwQ4/s320/IMG_5220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169648998879938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone with the awesome bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3i237jDeI/AAAAAAAAAis/_c2IL4wVM6s/s1600-h/IMG_5237.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3H2GjB2WI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NL4AsuOQgus/s320/IMG_5221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169662807267682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler and I.  I don't even remember the last time we took a picture together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3H2l3g0uI/AAAAAAAAAiU/H42Y1ZmCTjo/s320/IMG_5231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169671214682850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another awesome part.  I had heard about this, the tasting room, where you get to taste other flavors that are popular in some other parts of the world.  Let me just say...I don't know what on earth the Italians are thinking.  DISGUSTING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3H3j_G7JI/AAAAAAAAAic/qAmTH7cg5FA/s320/IMG_5234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169687889538194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they had the area just with the typical Coke and normal flavors.  Cherry, vanilla (the best) etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3i2Mm4wHI/AAAAAAAAAik/njBSpeCKOck/s320/IMG_5235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372199351248011378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The happy sign outside the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3i237jDeI/AAAAAAAAAis/_c2IL4wVM6s/s1600-h/IMG_5237.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3i237jDeI/AAAAAAAAAis/_c2IL4wVM6s/s320/IMG_5237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372199362877394402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was also very excited about sitting on the sign.  She was mad when we took her down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So all in all quite a fun day.  I'll have to try and remember to post the video of the bear, and Kendalynn with the birds.  This kid cracks us up.  As we were walking to the museum there were some pigeons by the grass, and she ran after them while the poor things just kept running for their lives.  I'm pretty sure she could have gone all day too.  She's hilarious and boy do we all love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-4985742643592197779?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/4985742643592197779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=4985742643592197779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/4985742643592197779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/4985742643592197779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure.html' title='an adventure'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/So3i3T-wX7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/PniHixNI-g0/s72-c/IMG_5238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-5538727929764435839</id><published>2009-08-14T14:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:17:23.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finishing up july</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright, I reset my computer today so I could do a little blogging, so I figure I'll do as much as I can right now while it lasts because my computer is weird like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we have left our wonderful home in Raleigh. :(  It was actually quite hard for me because I loooooved it there.  The weather is much better there, the ward was awesome, our apartment was right next to everything wonderful in the world (even the ward building) and I had a super duper sister and her dear little Emmy like 4 miles away.  Every time Kendalynn sees pictures of Emmy she gets really excited and sometimes even runs around like she's looking for her.  It's cute, but kind of makes me sad that she won't be able to play with her as much anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we have arrived in Atlanta (ha...like a month ago) and are doing wonderful!  After looking at houses for 2 days with our Uncle Ron, we found one!  Things are still going great with it all and we're looking to close on August 27th at 1 pm!  &lt;a href="http://www.trulia.com/homes/Georgia/Acworth/sold/904382-4629-Howell-Farms-Dr-Nw-Acworth-GA-30101"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;  So things are going well and Kendalynn is having a little too much of a good time here with everyone home.  (so much that she never wants to sleep anymore...)  Tyler is very much liking his job and is finally rid of the trainee title.  We are extremely blessed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of one particularly eventful day when Ryan (Kara's fiance) came to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXRHOAnyyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/x4OpHPMel0E/s1600-h/IMG_3742.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXRHOAnyyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/x4OpHPMel0E/s320/IMG_3742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369928052659178274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you can't tell he's sticking his tongue out.  Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXRGvuevNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/bqTvNO18FwY/s1600-h/IMG_3760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXRGvuevNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/bqTvNO18FwY/s320/IMG_3760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369928044530023634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bug's enjoying a visit from grandpa in her princess castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXRGFGjzAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pcD-XFCKKW0/s1600-h/IMG_3774.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXRGFGjzAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pcD-XFCKKW0/s320/IMG_3774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369928033088293890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys playing Wii tennis.  (Tyler, Justin, Ryan, Casey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXQd6SqQMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vdcX4hMIMjI/s1600-h/IMG_3776.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXQd6SqQMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vdcX4hMIMjI/s320/IMG_3776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369927342991491266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXQdXfhp_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/O3V5wDmatIY/s1600-h/IMG_3778.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXQdXfhp_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/O3V5wDmatIY/s320/IMG_3778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369927333650212850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casey and Tyler getting ready to box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXOlYliDLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/2iTIR81wzcg/s1600-h/IMG_3783.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXOlYliDLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/2iTIR81wzcg/s320/IMG_3783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369925272359537842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoWuRFK8s_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/APtkL6_ohlA/s320/IMG_3794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369889739178292210" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoWuRklukoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GRX-ZIHlW84/s320/IMG_3815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369889747612111490" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoWuRw8LUzI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5Y3qmXUizyc/s320/IMG_3832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369889750927495986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was quite into it.  It was quite entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoWuSSnaybI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8k0VcvrIMmw/s320/IMG_3838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369889759967234482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoWuSyqd5XI/AAAAAAAAAhE/rQdphplXMco/s1600-h/IMG_3861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoWuSyqd5XI/AAAAAAAAAhE/rQdphplXMco/s320/IMG_3861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369889768569955698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justin didn't make very many weird faces like everyone else.  This was about as crazy as he got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-5538727929764435839?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/5538727929764435839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=5538727929764435839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/5538727929764435839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/5538727929764435839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/08/finishing-up-july.html' title='finishing up july'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoXRHOAnyyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/x4OpHPMel0E/s72-c/IMG_3742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-8456694641764902879</id><published>2009-08-14T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:01:14.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a random story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kendalynn seems to have a love/hate relationship with our vacuum.  Some days it seems to terrify her and other days she follows it around laughing at it.  ??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One particular day in our last week in Raleigh I started vacuuming and as I finished...my little darling dear was gone.  Our apartment was small, and I hate the kitchen/stairs gated off so I knew she was still in the same room but out of sight.  I called out to her and this is what I discovered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoWlY77rF6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/9nLPcdnVGuI/s1600-h/IMG_3642.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoWlY77rF6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/9nLPcdnVGuI/s320/IMG_3642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879978532607906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If for some reason you don't see her, she's hiding in the couch cushions.  Apparently this day she just didn't want to deal with the vacuum drama so hid herself instead.  She's so bizarre I don't even know.  But sooooo cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-8456694641764902879?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/8456694641764902879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=8456694641764902879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/8456694641764902879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/8456694641764902879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-story.html' title='a random story'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SoWlY77rF6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/9nLPcdnVGuI/s72-c/IMG_3642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-8446304966212310453</id><published>2009-07-15T21:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:15:11.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update with no pictures.  lame i know.</title><content type='html'>Okay...so first of all we had a BLAST at the FFFF out in Utah a few weeks ago.  Someday when I can get my pictures to upload on here I'll try and post a few, but in the meantime if you have facebook (or know someone who has facebook) then I posted 3 full albums of all our crazy activities and such on there.  It was a very much needed vacation for Tyler and all his hard work, and Kendalynn very much enjoyed all the attention and following her cousins around.  :)  We can't wait for the next one!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week we had a bit of a scare with Kendalynn.  She was playing on her little car and in the process of getting off got stuck on the handle bar, so I held her hand to help her get off and heard a faint &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt; noise from her arm.  She faintly cried for a little bit and I frantically checked her arm for anything out of place, but she quickly calmed down so I figured she was just overreacting because it was 3:30 and she still hadn't taken a nap that day.  So I laid her down, only to hear her start crying softly in her crib about 10 minutes later.  I went up to get her and she wouldn't move so I took her into our bed and laid down with her.  Well after a while of her soft sobbing I pulled out a book to show her and realized that she wouldn't use her right arm at all when she has ALWAYS favored her right hand with everything.  .&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..what.. ..on.. ..earth...&lt;/span&gt;  I seriously started to panic.  I called and texted Tyler to no answer, so I hurried and got normal clothes on and got myself ready and a bag packed for Kendalynn assuming this was going to involve a doctor trip.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily he had the car seat in his car, so it wasn't even an option for me to take her anywhere by myself, cause by no means did I want to do this alone.  Once he got home and we had called around to find out where to go, we took her to an Urgent Care center about a half mile down the road, and as soon as we walked back with the nurses she just seemed to know that she didn't want to be there.  They didn't get to weigh her because she wouldn't stay still, and boy she did not like that poor doctor.  However, within seconds of the doctor coming in and hearing her story he knew exactly what was wrong.  Nursemaid's/babysitter's elbow.  ??  (you can look it up on wikipedia.)  He assured us that it wasn't anything that would affect her arm long term and to fix it he just had to bend her wrist toward her shoulder (which he said was nothing painful) and wait for a pop noise to mean everything went back to normal and then she should move her arm with no problem/pain whatsoever.  Well he tried twice (nothing) and left the room to let her calm down (which didn't really happen...) and then came in to try it a few more times, and on the 3rd time he said he got it so he left the room again and told us that if it worked she should move her arm no problem.  Wow, right away she started using her right arm again to reach for her cheerios and her pacifier, and after Tyler started clapping for her the doctor came back in again (cue the screaming baby...) to explain a few things to us before we left.    The nurse came in to give her an otter pop which actually made her quite happy and after we signed a paper or two we were back in the car to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was seriously amazing how quickly she went back to normal, and since then she hasn't at all seemed bothered or anything with using her arm.  We both felt that we were so fortunate that her injury was such a simple one that didn't involve anything lasting because it was definitely not fun seeing our little Bug Bug so sad and in pain.  Hopefully we won't have to deal with anything like that anytime soon.  It definitely made us much more grateful for her and for her health because we have never had any major problems since she's been born which we recognize is such a great blessing.  We sure do love our little Buggy dear.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-8446304966212310453?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-7649355167925678117</id><published>2009-06-25T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:11:20.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HERE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's true.  Today Tyler, Buggy and I depart for Utah to take part in our wonderful FFFFFF (freakin' fun fantastic Fischer Family Fiesta!!) festivities starting on Saturday.  What an extremely wonderful event it is!  A week with all the Fischer clan filled with lake day, swimming funtivities, temple day, never ending goodies supplied by our awesome mommy dear, some super game time on the Wii, and for those who are brave enough, a good ol' round of Harry Potter nasty bean game.  Oh yes...the EVERY flavored beans...you eat one without looking and then you guess which flavor you got.  (I was so fortunate to get bacon 3 times and vomit twice!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been looking forward to this since the last day of the last FFF two years ago.  We're also making a quick day trip up to Rexburg tomorrow to visit with family and to eat at Bajio and get a fantastically wonderful snow cone at Snoasis.  Wow...words cannot even express how EXCITED we are.  And in a short 4 hours we will be on our way to the airport!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOOOOORRAAAYYYY!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-7649355167925678117?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/7649355167925678117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=7649355167925678117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/7649355167925678117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/7649355167925678117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-here.html' title='IT&apos;S HERE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-4344351640593877506</id><published>2009-06-22T10:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:26:01.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>buggy update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright, I think there are about 20 pictures here of my darling DARLING daughter because it has been way too long since I've been able to post any.  She is so much fun I can't even begin to explain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't miss my "fatty picture" posting under this one that I made earlier today.  :)  Hooray for baby #2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-lvghbMBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Rc0Pt81uuPI/s1600-h/IMG_1498.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-lvghbMBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Rc0Pt81uuPI/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350177117942001682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-lvYreH4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/UHJPJLV6zOw/s1600-h/IMG_1474.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-lvYreH4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/UHJPJLV6zOw/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350177115836653442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-lvC21_hI/AAAAAAAAAf4/foxF1fPNKD8/s1600-h/IMG_1301.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-lvC21_hI/AAAAAAAAAf4/foxF1fPNKD8/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350177109978775058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she tries to put her shoes on, she holds her foot in one hand and her shoe in the other, and tries to put her foot in the shoe, rather than the shoe on her foot.  It's hilarious, because it pretty much always involves her tipping over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-luij8rhI/AAAAAAAAAfw/-koFOjmQlmE/s1600-h/IMG_1289.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-luij8rhI/AAAAAAAAAfw/-koFOjmQlmE/s320/IMG_1289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350177101309586962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-luaXo-1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/-YkQo223PcY/s1600-h/IMG_1277.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-luaXo-1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/-YkQo223PcY/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350177099110480722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She doesn't yet seem to acknowledge the idea that edges are not good things to just climb over, so if she had her way she would just climb over anything.  Even into this pond.  (to get to the ducks.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iVLManOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/KYtB_XRnWTc/s1600-h/IMG_1194.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iVLManOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/KYtB_XRnWTc/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173367005256930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iU_YPl9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/e8MmSZVQrYE/s1600-h/IMG_1093.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iU_YPl9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/e8MmSZVQrYE/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173363833640914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to show the world that I do actually exist in pictures other than "fatty pictures."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iUXmGjWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HwwNEzVxjUI/s1600-h/IMG_1084.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iUXmGjWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HwwNEzVxjUI/s320/IMG_1084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173353154350434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow!  A picture of bugs AND me!  Very rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iTyDT2dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/BCdwqZnaAKk/s1600-h/IMG_1065.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iTyDT2dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/BCdwqZnaAKk/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173343076309458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are her adorable swim clothes.  It's so nice because we don't have to worry as much about her getting sunburned because it covers her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iTZdQPVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/G7PzXxdt3qQ/s1600-h/IMG_5109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-iTZdQPVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/G7PzXxdt3qQ/s320/IMG_5109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173336474238290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there is a Tyler around the house trying to sleep at any time, this is what will soon follow.  Kendalynn climbing all over his face, whacking him with toys, or just yelling at him to get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fpPgwYxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/b9KURObk9hs/s1600-h/IMG_1022.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fpPgwYxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/b9KURObk9hs/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170413226812178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very guilty child after her food was going everywhere EXCEPT her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fodJ4p4I/AAAAAAAAAew/3C-n9OEV6xY/s1600-h/IMG_0958.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fodJ4p4I/AAAAAAAAAew/3C-n9OEV6xY/s320/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170399709112194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What an adorable pool baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fn57oGeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FTWAQbMMNB8/s1600-h/IMG_0935.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fn57oGeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FTWAQbMMNB8/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170390254066146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time Tyler tried to put her inside the floaty, she would spread her legs out to the sides instead so he couldn't get her in.  Not sure why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fnR_MqWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vBHyVrGvK9w/s1600-h/IMG_0820.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fnR_MqWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vBHyVrGvK9w/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170379531626850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fm-nDq7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/B6AuffVhIPo/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-fm-nDq7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/B6AuffVhIPo/s320/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170374330100658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a7545ieI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qFqyDtPAqvU/s1600-h/IMG_0795.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a7545ieI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qFqyDtPAqvU/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165236281870818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned around to find her like this in her car seat.  She sat like this for about 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a7rfZrfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/SL2p4X1AoAE/s1600-h/IMG_0497.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a7rfZrfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/SL2p4X1AoAE/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165232416828914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a7OPS0nI/AAAAAAAAAeA/T0ctWoB5Euw/s1600-h/IMG_0573.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a7OPS0nI/AAAAAAAAAeA/T0ctWoB5Euw/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165224564642418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a62gtaDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1qzRAgMEKrg/s1600-h/IMG_0741.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a62gtaDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1qzRAgMEKrg/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165218195236914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a6eWjbLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/M66tY28oBXw/s1600-h/IMG_0704.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-a6eWjbLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/M66tY28oBXw/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165211710188722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First trip to the pool down in Atlanta.  She LOVES water.  And she loves it when we pop our heads out from under the water and say "boo."  She is an amazingly happy baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-4344351640593877506?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/4344351640593877506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=4344351640593877506' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/4344351640593877506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/4344351640593877506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/06/buggy-update.html' title='buggy update'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-lvghbMBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Rc0Pt81uuPI/s72-c/IMG_1498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-1588159181741697802</id><published>2009-06-22T09:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:25:10.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my fatty self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HOORAY HOORAY!  The world has cause to celebrate today.  I "reinstalled" my computer system (whatever that means...) and apparently it solved all of my blogging problems because I have successfully uploaded pictures.  It's a miracle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no huge explanation needed here really.  Just pictures of me, getting fatter every day.  These are pictures of me at 27 weeks.  Oddly enough, the pink shirt picture is the day before and I think I look bigger in that picture than I do in the red picture.  Perhaps my size fluctuates!  I'm feeling good these days, and only 13 weeks left to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also....  We were set on the name Logan, but now there seems to be some question about it, so if anyone has any name suggestions we'd love to have more options!  Right now we're thinking about Andrew, but we'll see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-KxBfAJqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/50Y34mNN6TU/s1600-h/IMG_1561.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/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-KxBfAJqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/50Y34mNN6TU/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350147457156130466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-KwrXUTFI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8_LC7inNIMA/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-KwrXUTFI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8_LC7inNIMA/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350147451218316370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-IZVWVeNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0fuymUeWwcI/s1600-h/IMG_5158.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This isn't the best picture...but when I stand straight in front of a mirror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-IZVWVeNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0fuymUeWwcI/s1600-h/IMG_5158.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(darker color shirts help so there are no shadow marks of a fatty stomach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-IZVWVeNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0fuymUeWwcI/s1600-h/IMG_5158.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, you wouldn't even be able to tell I'm pregnant.  It's quite wonderful.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-IZVWVeNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0fuymUeWwcI/s320/IMG_5158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350144851148372178" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-1588159181741697802?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/1588159181741697802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=1588159181741697802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1588159181741697802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1588159181741697802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-fatty-self.html' title='my fatty self'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Sj-KxBfAJqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/50Y34mNN6TU/s72-c/IMG_1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-6051052472435226680</id><published>2009-06-06T23:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:21:13.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>super duper sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SiswN2PFO3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/OG6x6nm-YUo/s1600-h/good+humor+strawberry+shortcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SiswN2PFO3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/OG6x6nm-YUo/s320/good+humor+strawberry+shortcake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344418397260430194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PREFACE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold...the most wonderful tasty dessert to ever find it's way into the freezer isles in grocery stores.  The Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake on a stick.  HO-LEE COW.  I just want to be eating one every second of every day.  I used to enjoy them every once and a while growing up with my mom, and lo and behold they started selling them at Aldi a few weeks ago.  (Just another of many reasons why I LOVE Aldi...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STORY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we drove home from Atlanta today and it was a long day.  Wow.  We left around 12 and got home around 7:30.  Kendalynn was AMAZING the entire time, and I actually didn't get too uncomfortable or come across anything worth complaining about but still it was a long day.  So good to be home.  And even BETTER when I walk into my kitchen to find a welcome home note from my sister Jamie informing me there was a tasty treat waiting for me in my freezer.  That's right...a box of my Heaven on a stick Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake yummies.  I grabbed the box and ran to show Tyler outside and shouted, "See how much I'm loved!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes...I have a super duper sister.  (And I hear she even got rid of some creepy crawlers in my house before we got here.  Wow...awesomeness.)  So here's to you super duper sister.  You're super duper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-6051052472435226680?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/6051052472435226680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=6051052472435226680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6051052472435226680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6051052472435226680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-duper-sister.html' title='super duper sister!'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SiswN2PFO3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/OG6x6nm-YUo/s72-c/good+humor+strawberry+shortcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-1174282382350704121</id><published>2009-05-28T15:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:50:23.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a proud father moment</title><content type='html'>Tyler has been reminding me to blog this story for a few weeks now, but just like most things I always forget.  And besides, most of the time our blog followers only check our blog for pictures of Kendalynn anyways.  Sorry guys, yet again there are no pictures.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a few weeks ago in church (mother's day I believe) Kendalynn was standing on my lap looking to the back of the chapel when suddenly she yelled out (quite loud in fact) "BAA!  BAA!"  Not wanting to look behind me at all but to silence her as fast as I could I just distracted her with a pacifier and a toy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Sacrament Meeting ended, we stood up and realized that in the back of the chapel they had opened up the dividers between the chapel and the gym for more seating space, and we realized that Kendalynn's loud outburst was indeed meant to be "BALL! BALL!" because she saw the basketball rims on the other side.  When I pointed that out to Tyler he immediately felt proud of her for getting so excited over basketball.  It made Tyler unbelievably happy, and that's all I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-1174282382350704121?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/1174282382350704121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=1174282382350704121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1174282382350704121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1174282382350704121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/05/proud-father-moment.html' title='a proud father moment'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-6045699029092515992</id><published>2009-05-11T18:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:00:04.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're having a...</title><content type='html'>Well I've been trying to send the pictures of the ultrasound today to my e-mail from my phone, but it won't work!  (I think iIve received some kind of blogging curse or something....seriously.)  But until I can get things to cooperate I'll just have to use boring words instead of pictures again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and I put in our final guesses, and he thought we were going to have another girl, and I was absolutely certain it was going to be a boy. I always joke with Tyler that I'm right all the time,....and this time I most certainly was!!!  It's a BOY!!!!!!  Hooorrraaaayy!!!  I'm soooo excited.  For the last few weeks I just absolutely knew it was a boy and couldn't stop referring to the baby as "he" and now I know for sure and I love it! And I absolutely love that both of my children have could not have cooperated any better for the ultrasound and each time we've been able to get a 100% absolute answer.  :)  Awesomeness.  So of course I stopped at Kohl's on my way home and bought some ADORABLE clothes in the clearance section for an awesome deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone prepare yourselves...Logan Walker Buttle is on his way!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-6045699029092515992?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/6045699029092515992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=6045699029092515992' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6045699029092515992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/6045699029092515992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-having.html' title='We&apos;re having a...'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-5821453329755423118</id><published>2009-03-26T15:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:48:38.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>even you</title><content type='html'>A RANDOM FUNNY STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who know me (which I would hope is everyone who reads this, and if not...who are you and why are you reading this?) know that I am one of those sappy romantic types.  Not terribly, but enough.  However, Tyler is not which I very well know so we often tease each other about how he needs to be more sappy or how I need to not be so sappy.  Since Tyler is not a sappy person every so often when he says sappy-ish things (such as "I love you") I follow up with something like, "Ooooh!  You love me?!" to which he rolls his eyes or something to that effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the story...  Just a second ago Tyler called to inform me that he was going to be leaving Columbia shortly to come home.  Whoopee!  I then made some comment about how Bugs would be excited to see him and how we sure have missed him, to which he replied that he had missed us too and he was excited to see both of us.  (here comes the sappyness) and I say "Oooh...You're excited to see me?" (and here comes the great part!) to which Tyler replies, "Ya...  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;even you.&lt;/span&gt;"  HA!  Ouch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still laughing.  So of course he didn't seriously mean it that way (yes Mother...it was a joke, no ones feelings are hurt) but I thought it would be funny to share the story of my oh so sappy husband.  ...maybe someday...  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-5821453329755423118?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/5821453329755423118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=5821453329755423118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/5821453329755423118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/5821453329755423118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-you.html' title='even you'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-1845629468387744303</id><published>2009-03-26T11:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:42:35.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well not a whole lot is going on in our lives as of now.  Tyler is ending his 3rd week down in Columbia (we're halfway done with this nonsense!) and will hopefully be returning to us late tonight instead of tomorrow which is always exciting.  He's very much enjoying his time down there with Kevin (the DM he's following) and feels like he is learning a ton about how he can do a good job when he finally gets to do his job.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for Kendalynn and myself - we're up to a whole lot of nothing.   Tuesday night she seemed to be coming down with a cold and had a TERRIBLE nights sleeping which of course meant that I did as well.  It was seriously terrible.  (Once we got out to Rexburg and into our house she has never slept in our bed, which sometimes I think would be a cute thing to do occasionally...to have my little bug all snugly between us.  NOT SO.  She moves around SO much that it's impossible to even sleep next to her.)  But after 2.5 hours of getting no sleep I tried to have her sleep in the bed with me so I didn't have to get up every 10 minutes.  But after she kept flopping her head down onto my stomach and whacking me in the face (all while sleeping) it was back to the crib.  So Wednesday was a very boring day for us (but thankfully involved a 3.5 hour nap!) but she slept much better last night and besides the runny nose seems to be just fine again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than that...  Well there really isn't much other than that that I can think of.  So here are a few pictures of the violent sleeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Scubb7iqWTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/CtgfaRj4gYQ/s320/IMG_4103%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514689182849330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting on the couch while we vacuumed the cushions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScubaqwU70I/AAAAAAAAAcY/nl7O6F5C5iM/s320/IMG_4097%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514667496894274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has never let me put these on her before, but for some reason this time she found it all really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScubbKLp0_I/AAAAAAAAAco/70c7kaFtjyU/s320/IMG_4026%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514675933008882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pulled out as many necklaces as I could find and she just kept layering them on.  She is such a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Scubbkp7veI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sb4ZeaTodPQ/s320/IMG_4030%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514683039333858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to sit at the piano and give it a good whacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScubbCSdiQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/l4Kjp-NsyyA/s320/IMG_4041%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514673814079746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how she turns the pages like she's actually reading the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScudGO6IlvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fa9ZnE1mNuE/s320/IMG_4130%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317516515447707378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been trying to get some cool shots of just her hands on the piano, but the lighting in our apartment is terrible, let alone every time I want to take a picture of what she's doing she stops doing it.  EVERY TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-1845629468387744303?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/1845629468387744303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=1845629468387744303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1845629468387744303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1845629468387744303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-much.html' title='nothing much'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/Scubb7iqWTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/CtgfaRj4gYQ/s72-c/IMG_4103%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-1395888864058922733</id><published>2009-03-17T22:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:06:44.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a CUTE dancing baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay...i'd like to point out first that I sometimes worry when I put more than 1 post up in a day, that people won't notice the first one.  So for the record...there are new pictures below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kendalynn LOVES dancing.  Oh my gosh anytime one of her toys plays a song or a TV show or I-Tunes goes on...she dancing.  The day she is old enough to pay attention for longer than 5 seconds we already know we're putting her in some sort of dance class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the day this video was taken, she was dancing ALL DAY.  She spins and spins so much that she falls down every few seconds.  But anyhow... the song playing was just some random song I clicked (when she's around we listen to classical or pleasant music i promise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my CUTE kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e537179ab6dc7c1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTFKRK61p8WJjJB8RMkuBHI8RQXjo6ijyVdZN_rpZI6KglgEp9IMSFpc3_NhXuhd5h8rP2VmSGywIXd9D6FZtHfpaBkrfCTnKZSBuW2qJ0c-epn-AjuZjn8LGazSFCHeyh75F4IrZbx007pv9kg_QXU39-1NAzZ-eWAHEH01G7urKiQCZtI-Lcq1dCsKo0oRrA8obFDzRzMRf2mwGx7EtZLY%26sigh%3DjCP7cWUqHe1KDUa23aZ8vUQo6o0%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e537179ab6dc7c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DtPK7n5rOc-0b-EEPTUN_O6Dibtg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTFKRK61p8WJjJB8RMkuBHI8RQXjo6ijyVdZN_rpZI6KglgEp9IMSFpc3_NhXuhd5h8rP2VmSGywIXd9D6FZtHfpaBkrfCTnKZSBuW2qJ0c-epn-AjuZjn8LGazSFCHeyh75F4IrZbx007pv9kg_QXU39-1NAzZ-eWAHEH01G7urKiQCZtI-Lcq1dCsKo0oRrA8obFDzRzMRf2mwGx7EtZLY%26sigh%3DjCP7cWUqHe1KDUa23aZ8vUQo6o0%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e537179ab6dc7c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DtPK7n5rOc-0b-EEPTUN_O6Dibtg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-1395888864058922733?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1e537179ab6dc7c1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/1395888864058922733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=1395888864058922733' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1395888864058922733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1395888864058922733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-dancing-baby.html' title='a CUTE dancing baby'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-4498682224927850576</id><published>2009-03-17T21:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:48:14.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely lil' me</title><content type='html'>Alright, i've been pretty bad at keeping up with this posting of pictures-but we've been fairly busy so...yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our update, we have no returned to Raleigh!  Well...I should say I have returned to Raleigh, and Tyler is floating about.  March 9th Tyler started a 6 weeks phase down in Columbia, SC for training which is far enough that he only returns to us on the weekends while Kendalynn and I stay at home losing our minds.  (alright, maybe i'm the only one losing my mind.)  First of all, I HATE sleeping in the apartment by myself, it really freaks me out.  At night when I walk up the stairs to our room I feel like I have to walk sideways so I can keep an eye on the upstairs and the downstairs to make sure no one creeps up on me, and most nights I do walk sideways.  I'm paranoid, I know...but whatever.  Blugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that tragic part of our lives everything is pretty much the same.  Oh...well there is one more thing I could say.  We've decided to let it be known to the world, that yes...I am pregnant again (whoot whoot) and so no...i'm not just getting fat.  We were going to wait a little longer to announce it, but I started getting "congratulations!" from people that weren't supposed to know yet, so apparently people are already leaking the news so I figure why not just let it flood out.  (by the way...due date is Sep. 20th, I am currently 13.5 weeks.)  Tyler and I are both completely convinced that it's going to be another girl.  We are both VERY picky about names, so in a way it's easy to come up with them since it's rare that we agree so if it's a girl it will be Taylor Morgan, and if it's a boy it's probably going to be Jackson Morgan.  (Morgan after Tyler's great grandpa Lake out in Rigby, Id who is amazing and going to outlive us all.  He's 92...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...enough writing, lets get to the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM8VEeOCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NstBMnogyYA/s1600-h/IMG_3944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM8VEeOCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NstBMnogyYA/s320/IMG_3944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314332159628949538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She likes to get in and on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM79j2FII/AAAAAAAAAcI/_g4iVwuIdoo/s1600-h/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM79j2FII/AAAAAAAAAcI/_g4iVwuIdoo/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314332153318085762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also loves our phones.  We never let her play with phones but she still tries to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM7kU9LKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7lOE8doaSJ8/s1600-h/IMG_3954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM7kU9LKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7lOE8doaSJ8/s320/IMG_3954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314332146544749730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Ammon's sister's house with Jamie &amp;amp; Emmy for an egg hunt and Kendalynn very much liked the chalk.  I wish I had pictures of it, but she also LOVED the little balls in the backyard, and for good 10 minutes or so tried to pick up all of them at the same time.  The most she got was 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM7AeYkRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/GggGM75_zow/s1600-h/IMG_3952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM7AeYkRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/GggGM75_zow/s320/IMG_3952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314332136920617234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM6UGjLRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HuXj7yVxjBU/s1600-h/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM6UGjLRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HuXj7yVxjBU/s320/IMG_3947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314332125009489170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like with phones, whenever we break out a laptop all she wants to do is get close and push the buttons, which she is also not allowed to do.  (ONCE we let her sit at the computer desk and push buttons on our Mac... she somehow turned on this function where the computer says outloud EVERYTHING that you're doing (opening/closing folders, selecting stuff, etc...) and it took me 10 minutes to figure out how to turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBLWvJMcmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iggUjftT_jQ/s1600-h/IMG_3989%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBLWvJMcmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iggUjftT_jQ/s320/IMG_3989%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314330414281421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is also getting to this point where she only wants to feed herself the food.  So fine go for it.  The only problem is, when she "feeds" herself the food becomes a toy rather than something that actually gets eaten.  So if someday they take her away for being malnourished...let it be known it is not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBLWGGMZdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jOugYBDeL00/s1600-h/IMG_3988%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBLWGGMZdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jOugYBDeL00/s320/IMG_3988%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314330403262981586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-4498682224927850576?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/4498682224927850576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=4498682224927850576' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/4498682224927850576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/4498682224927850576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/03/lonely-lil-me.html' title='lonely lil&apos; me'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/ScBM8VEeOCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NstBMnogyYA/s72-c/IMG_3944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-1431960519039207674</id><published>2009-02-19T11:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:56:48.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eureka!</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen it's the moment we've all been waiting for!  Last week we got Tyler a new laptop for his upcoming training for Aldi and so I figured I'd give my angry blog a shot on here, and what do ya know...no problems whatsoever!  So for the next 2 weeks while Tyler is home with us we'll make sure to do lots of pictures for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our apartment here in Asheboro we have a cute little deck right off our family room, and when it's nice outside we let bugs walk around and she LOVES it.  So here are some cute pictures of her enjoying the outside and a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2JIPLnVEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ibecI5Xif8c/s1600-h/IMG_3534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2JIPLnVEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ibecI5Xif8c/s320/IMG_3534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304546710719517762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRxOM0ZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/b9rbAGB02lo/s1600-h/IMG_3530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRxOM0ZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/b9rbAGB02lo/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304545774964363666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure anyone who has met my child can guess what she is doing here.  To her there is nothing too big/obscure/odd to try (even things that should appear so completely obvious to not belong there at all) to get it in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRu6wJ_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/d8SOjLmmHTQ/s1600-h/IMG_3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRu6wJ_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/d8SOjLmmHTQ/s320/IMG_3505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304545774345922546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRmmR3aI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jI4TyUTcrLQ/s1600-h/IMG_3501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRmmR3aI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jI4TyUTcrLQ/s320/IMG_3501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304545772112567714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRfw_HuI/AAAAAAAAAYc/m5Cct4BLO0A/s1600-h/IMG_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRfw_HuI/AAAAAAAAAYc/m5Cct4BLO0A/s320/IMG_3492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304545770278428386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRNmvGGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/saH8w1QdpRY/s1600-h/IMG_3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2IRNmvGGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/saH8w1QdpRY/s320/IMG_3484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304545765403596898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is probably one of my favorite things that she does, and I'm trying hard to get a good video of it.  She puts her sleepy rag (her "blankie" I suppose) over her face...yes...covering her eyes, and then walks around the house laughing at herself.  She runs right into things and trips all over the place, and it's so funny!  Luckily she's super tough and nothing ever seems to hurt her.  Crazy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHuiionI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eJxggWFzB5k/s1600-h/IMG_3675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHuiionI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eJxggWFzB5k/s320/IMG_3675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560995608470130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just thought this picture was especially cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHIJr0gI/AAAAAAAAAac/XaPDEPuq4-s/s1600-h/IMG_3657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHIJr0gI/AAAAAAAAAac/XaPDEPuq4-s/s320/IMG_3657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560985303667202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is not supposed to climb on these chairs.  I have to tip one of them over so she won't, and this one (the computer chair) we try to always push under the desk.  But man...it's as if she sits and waits for us to forget because the moment we do she's up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHMDbzKI/AAAAAAAAAak/q4BUKMZI-uo/s1600-h/IMG_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHMDbzKI/AAAAAAAAAak/q4BUKMZI-uo/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560986351193250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time I let her sit up there for a second so I could try and get some cute pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHSCjNZI/AAAAAAAAAas/Bhaa8FcZEX4/s1600-h/IMG_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHSCjNZI/AAAAAAAAAas/Bhaa8FcZEX4/s320/IMG_3671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560987958097298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She knows she's not supposed to be up there, so naturally the moment one of us gets close to her she gets very squirmy and crazy because she knows we're going to take her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHcQIWZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lxsCRCHcObs/s1600-h/IMG_3673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2WHcQIWZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lxsCRCHcObs/s320/IMG_3673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560990699411858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so cute.  We started saying family prayers with her at night before she goes to bed, so now when we say "fold your arms" this is what she does.  Ahhh she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662129525561659094-1431960519039207674?l=byuibuttles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/feeds/1431960519039207674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662129525561659094&amp;postID=1431960519039207674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1431960519039207674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662129525561659094/posts/default/1431960519039207674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byuibuttles.blogspot.com/2009/02/eureka.html' title='Eureka!'/><author><name>Tyler, Katie and Kendalynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12201271704469872557'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/SZ2JIPLnVEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ibecI5Xif8c/s72-c/IMG_3534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>