<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:46:03.125-08:00</updated><category term='To'/><title type='text'>Reid Family Farm</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to our farm.  We have cows, horses, sheep, hogs, goats, cats, dogs, frogs, chickens, bears, and lions.  Owen is the boss and Ed is his right hand man.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-2275596881956681827</id><published>2011-01-30T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:42:27.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys' Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuR8CveLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Fv7MO9J-MRc/s1600/wrestle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuR8CveLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Fv7MO9J-MRc/s320/wrestle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568188875000477874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak gave Owen head gear.  It has been about 6 hours and he still hasn't taken it off.  Above you see him getting into his wrestling pose.  Below is his mad face.  Intimidating, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuRweZCKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QUd0Jvr3L70/s1600/wrestle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuRweZCKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QUd0Jvr3L70/s320/wrestle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568188871895222434" 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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuRsDoiqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9qLwqQ3TJi8/s1600/wrestle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuRsDoiqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9qLwqQ3TJi8/s320/wrestle3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568188870709250722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my favorite.  Mad wrestler.  I also got some action shots.  He hasn't learned what is a legal hold and what isn't but it's ok because i think the guy he's wrestling is out of his weight class.  plus, if you look hard in one of the pictures Owen's opponent has a saw and his trying to cut off Owen's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuHoe19bI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1I7PglTt_5o/s1600/wrestle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuHoe19bI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1I7PglTt_5o/s320/wrestle4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568188697950942642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuHm02BXI/AAAAAAAAAes/LVjoz7FDmbg/s1600/wrestle5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuHm02BXI/AAAAAAAAAes/LVjoz7FDmbg/s320/wrestle5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568188697506350450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuHLFotFI/AAAAAAAAAek/cxSK0jSYp_k/s1600/wrestle6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuHLFotFI/AAAAAAAAAek/cxSK0jSYp_k/s320/wrestle6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568188690060588114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuHDkgLiI/AAAAAAAAAec/sfEIAq-QNbE/s1600/fork1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuHDkgLiI/AAAAAAAAAec/sfEIAq-QNbE/s320/fork1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568188688042569250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Edgar's favorite thing.  A blue plastic fork.  He takes it everywhere.  The grocery store, church, the bath tub, sleeps with it eats with it.  when it is time to get dressed he will put one hand in and then switch the fork to put his other hand in so that he never has to set it down.  I think its kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuGwWwDUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hGxRmDReqsA/s1600/fork2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuGwWwDUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hGxRmDReqsA/s320/fork2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568188682884615490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-2275596881956681827?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/2275596881956681827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2011/01/boys-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2275596881956681827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2275596881956681827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2011/01/boys-favorite-things.html' title='The Boys&apos; Favorite Things'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TUYuR8CveLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Fv7MO9J-MRc/s72-c/wrestle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-2417691075204249669</id><published>2010-12-04T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:55:58.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things You Can Find...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYuBSC1rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0M4moWRz-9o/s1600/TREE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYuBSC1rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0M4moWRz-9o/s320/TREE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546913807445710514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, a huge shout-out to &lt;a href="http://themarsdenfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheating.html"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt; for posting the blog about free Christmas cards from&lt;a href="http://shutterfly.com/"&gt; Shutterfly!&lt;/a&gt; I never know about these things until after the fact and i am so excited that i read the blog before Christmas was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have some options:  Our amazing tree that is only amazing because Owen decorated it all by himself and only put ornaments on the bottom could be part of the card...what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, before we get into that lets think about what kind of card.  i am for the easy approach and would love to just send out pictures with printed words, but will you all be offended if there isn't something personal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYtnVuolI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WU2uJoey-Lk/s1600/CARDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYtnVuolI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WU2uJoey-Lk/s320/CARDS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546913800481841746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;These were three that i liked, but really, there are 803 to choose from! its going to take a while to narrow it down.  I'm sure that over the next couple of days my mind will change at least ten times.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; Now back to subjects for the pics.  I'm more of a candid kinda person.  here we have Owen sleeping/praying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYtiqmHQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/W-ElDK2JZqg/s1600/OSLEEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYtiqmHQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/W-ElDK2JZqg/s320/OSLEEP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546913799227186434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And Ed passed out after a hard day of walking, yes -- he is finally walking!  Only about five steps until he falls, but better than nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYtdz85AI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eOdpE243jX8/s1600/ESLEEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYtdz85AI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eOdpE243jX8/s320/ESLEEP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546913797924250626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Or we have my favorite choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYtMuVHJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/wAE_WWMUNyk/s1600/SHEEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYtMuVHJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/wAE_WWMUNyk/s320/SHEEP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546913793337269394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Comment, email, call, you're the ones that have to live with these pictures so what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; Oh, i know what you want -- you want to have the same excitement i am having and make your own cards.  well, I'm ok with that as long as i get one.  here are some links to help you on your way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;Join the Fun!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards"&gt;803 Christmas Cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt;Calendars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt; (Kathy would like this one, ok, she probably has already been there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-books"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Photo Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (It's my New Year's goal to create one of these - wish me luck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-2417691075204249669?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/2417691075204249669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-you-can-find.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2417691075204249669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2417691075204249669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-you-can-find.html' title='The Things You Can Find...'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TPqYuBSC1rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0M4moWRz-9o/s72-c/TREE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-8286765961585280304</id><published>2010-11-10T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:39:35.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Additions to our family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNtHt3t_1uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2EcFzArcbBs/s1600/pups1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNtHt3t_1uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2EcFzArcbBs/s320/pups1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538099020158719714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni had her puppies Tuesday morning.  Owen went over with Pompa to see them moments after they were born.  He got to hold them while they were still slimy.  Not something i would be proud of, but he liked it. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNtHtrdrzQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/rMRKLHRxw9Q/s1600/pups2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNtHtrdrzQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/rMRKLHRxw9Q/s320/pups2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538099016869072130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home and told me how little they were and how you had to be careful how you held them.  He also told me about how you have to wash your hands because they have puppy germs on 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNtHtkExp3I/AAAAAAAAAco/cz2O8MiKx6U/s1600/pups3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNtHtkExp3I/AAAAAAAAAco/cz2O8MiKx6U/s320/pups3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538099014885549938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 6 total.  Three that are spotted like Toni and three that resemble their father, Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the next new species we are introducing to our farm:&lt;br /&gt;&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNtHtXhhTaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PKss0EA_wmk/s1600/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNtHtXhhTaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PKss0EA_wmk/s320/sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538099011516452258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad purchased three sheep from Anita.  He plans on using them to help train his dogs.  These sheep are not very nice and not kid-friendly so they have to be locked up at all times and we will be taking the dogs to them instead of the other way around.  Dad spent all afternoon building them a fence.  We'll see how it goes.&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/9125337045030762463-8286765961585280304?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/8286765961585280304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/11/additions-to-our-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8286765961585280304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8286765961585280304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/11/additions-to-our-family.html' title='Additions to our family'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNtHt3t_1uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2EcFzArcbBs/s72-c/pups1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-9005683275116890773</id><published>2010-11-05T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:11:29.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSby5nbBkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pVuIDus75NI/s1600/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSby5nbBkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pVuIDus75NI/s320/baby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536221140707116610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our cousin had his baby yesterday.  Wyatt Russel Workman was born at 9:59 on November 4 (Dusty's birthday).  Owen asked this morning if we could go visit and i said yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSbgy84rRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JZa4dSCzXeY/s1600/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSbgy84rRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JZa4dSCzXeY/s320/baby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536220829680446738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owie didn't want to give him up (until he started to cry).  The dinosaur you see in the picture Owen picked out all by himself and made sure Wyatt liked it.  Edgar would just look at the baby and smile.  It was a fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Arctic Circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Owen got in a fight with a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about a punching, hitting, screaming, kicking fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She started it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this wonderful day just needed a little grounding to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-9005683275116890773?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/9005683275116890773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/9005683275116890773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/9005683275116890773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-baby.html' title='The new baby'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSby5nbBkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pVuIDus75NI/s72-c/baby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-8080491206565953609</id><published>2010-11-05T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:03:31.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZer6HbnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/iDYNadfXm2Y/s1600/hallo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZer6HbnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/iDYNadfXm2Y/s320/hallo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536218594406788722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just ignore the fact that i wasn't smart enough to rotate this picture before i posted it.  i think the cute little lions should make up for that...right?&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZegOfqwI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Z5KTXgoL6FI/s1600/hallo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZegOfqwI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Z5KTXgoL6FI/s320/hallo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536218591271037698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute lions quickly turned "mean" when they learned i would jump at their growls.  They thought it was funny.  Thanks to Jen for letting Axel come and play with us.  Owen loved it!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZeJUcHYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jqr6nBGTzZk/s1600/hallo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZeJUcHYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jqr6nBGTzZk/s320/hallo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536218585121955202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen was "big horse, big gun" or as it is known in the rest of the world as a knight.  Ed was a pumpkin.  They were both so cute i just couldn't handle it.  Owen loved trick-or-treating, but his costume slowly started to stay in the car until he only had his sword left.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZeCP6Y_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/9BT-5msjzbw/s1600/hallo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZeCP6Y_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/9BT-5msjzbw/s320/hallo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536218583223919602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard of method actors, right?  This is Edgar getting into character for halloween.  :) He participated in the pumpkin painting this year for about five seconds - enough to get that lovely design onto his pumpkin.  He quite enjoyed the bath afterward though.&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZd9z4mOI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bwm1eDYHZ4E/s1600/hallo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZd9z4mOI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bwm1eDYHZ4E/s320/hallo5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536218582032619746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was the final showing.  Owen painted his big one and his little one all by himself.  he also added some artwork to daddy's pumpkin.  i love this tradition and am not looking forward to the year owen asks for a knife.&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/9125337045030762463-8080491206565953609?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/8080491206565953609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8080491206565953609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8080491206565953609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TNSZer6HbnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/iDYNadfXm2Y/s72-c/hallo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-6156819968040329621</id><published>2010-09-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:16:00.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TIuQwm-wLbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/e8P0K_mxJr0/s1600/bed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TIuQwm-wLbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/e8P0K_mxJr0/s320/bed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515661333417176498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and Edgar have moved into a bed together.  Gone is the crib and mattress on the floor in our room.  Now they sleep in Owen's room and are doing well.  The first night Owen wouldn't go in there so we just waited until he fell asleep on the couch and moved him in.  At 1:00am he woke up and would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;go back in there.  The second night the going to bed part was the same, but he stayed in when he woke up in the middle of the night.  The third night he he climbed in all by himself and stayed through the night.  OK, so a little bribing was going on to get those last results, but there is nothing wrong with offering stickers to get your kid in bed - right?&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TIuQwRVJFjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-J0D-INl6HI/s1600/bed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TIuQwRVJFjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-J0D-INl6HI/s320/bed1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515661327605503538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar, on the other hand, had no problem with the switch.  He went in the first night and was fine.  He still doesn't sleep through the night and i had to go get him a couple of times, but he was fine with just going back to the big bed.  Owen thinks it is so cool to sleep with Ed and i like that they are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-6156819968040329621?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/6156819968040329621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6156819968040329621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6156819968040329621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-bed.html' title='BIG Bed'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TIuQwm-wLbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/e8P0K_mxJr0/s72-c/bed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-759228213669119468</id><published>2010-09-20T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:10:00.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends = Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJa0rESTttI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3r8XEV7Z9kA/s1600/2.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJa0rESTttI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3r8XEV7Z9kA/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518797045367027410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and Edgar have started playing together.  It is so cute when Owie will call Ed and want him to come and play.  However, Ed will start making a mess since he doesn't know any better and Owen will join in because it looks like fun. &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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJa0qs7tb9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gVL62dt0XTQ/s1600/1.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJa0qs7tb9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gVL62dt0XTQ/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518797039098228690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least their friends, right?&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/9125337045030762463-759228213669119468?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/759228213669119468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/759228213669119468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/759228213669119468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-trouble.html' title='Friends = Trouble'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJa0rESTttI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3r8XEV7Z9kA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-990223118755828446</id><published>2010-09-19T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:10:36.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazlh4pmRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4fICCr-yd7Q/s1600/Picture6.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazlh4pmRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4fICCr-yd7Q/s320/Picture6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518795850721630482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We painted the living room and dining room this week.  The walls were those paneled wallpaper ugliness, but now, after lots of work, look like normal walls. &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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazQQuVN4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/RQOzgUHbLhk/s1600/Picture5.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazQQuVN4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/RQOzgUHbLhk/s320/Picture5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518795485337696130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge thanks to Grandma for coming and helping paint both the primer and the color.  Also thanks to Julia for telling me how to paint over the wallpaper and to Carson who helped with the second coat in the dining room.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazPjeAQTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dQFzfs2d1EI/s1600/Picture4.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazPjeAQTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dQFzfs2d1EI/s320/Picture4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518795473189617970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the final results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazPUqThVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xY2qqsAHCiw/s1600/Picture3.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazPUqThVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xY2qqsAHCiw/s320/Picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518795469214680402" 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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazPHsbE8I/AAAAAAAAAao/4FANBLi_urc/s1600/Picture2.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazPHsbE8I/AAAAAAAAAao/4FANBLi_urc/s320/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518795465733903298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stripes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazO0M9v6I/AAAAAAAAAag/JEsRrsocIb0/s1600/Picture1.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazO0M9v6I/AAAAAAAAAag/JEsRrsocIb0/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518795460501684130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't turn out exactly like i had planned.  the colors were just a little too pink for me (most people can't even tell what i'm talking about) but i do love the stripes!&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/9125337045030762463-990223118755828446?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/990223118755828446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/09/stripes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/990223118755828446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/990223118755828446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/09/stripes.html' title='Stripes!'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TJazlh4pmRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4fICCr-yd7Q/s72-c/Picture6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-295514855254100610</id><published>2010-07-31T08:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:25:57.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen got new boots.  He was SO excited!  Once he got them on they didn't come off.  In this picture he has on his pj's and the boots.  I think it is pretty cute :) The best part of it is that he can put them on and take them off &lt;em&gt;by himself&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFRa8xUWaWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5WAsRY66eiY/s1600/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500121045003561314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFRa8xUWaWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5WAsRY66eiY/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFRa8ia5yrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FS7fKaAyS7w/s1600/boots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500121041004513970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFRa8ia5yrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FS7fKaAyS7w/s320/boots2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're still working on getting him a hat.  He likes to wear Carson's but it falls off so we have to get one that fits.  He is turning into a total cowboy.  What a cute boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-295514855254100610?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/295514855254100610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/295514855254100610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/295514855254100610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-boots.html' title='New Boots'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFRa8xUWaWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5WAsRY66eiY/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-5468599800291623009</id><published>2010-07-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:45:11.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the Stan/Ed Clark Family Reunion.  Lots of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen found a new friend: Porter Teluskisinznkieberger (ok, that's not really his last name but i have no idea how to spell it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFBOBXHVlII/AAAAAAAAAZw/yop1bUU-8Hg/s1600/porter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498980930311001218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFBOBXHVlII/AAAAAAAAAZw/yop1bUU-8Hg/s320/porter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here they are hugging.  They really hit it off and were even good enough friends to share a pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFBOAospsUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lyAvnWO2_YY/s1600/porter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498980917851042114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFBOAospsUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lyAvnWO2_YY/s320/porter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the reunion Aunt Kera took Owie tubing.  He loved it, except for the part where he had to touch the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFBOAReOdjI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5bDBkHcJa6A/s1600/porter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498980911616521778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFBOAReOdjI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5bDBkHcJa6A/s320/porter3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the last known picture of dear cousin Ryan.  He was shipped off to the MTC last week and it looks like we'll never see him again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFBOABZrMPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jYfdTJsKcso/s1600/porter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498980907302465778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFBOABZrMPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jYfdTJsKcso/s320/porter4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-5468599800291623009?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/5468599800291623009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/5468599800291623009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/5468599800291623009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TFBOBXHVlII/AAAAAAAAAZw/yop1bUU-8Hg/s72-c/porter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-6220336527937298670</id><published>2010-06-03T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:57:00.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAR3JZM02dI/AAAAAAAAAY4/HhzcQlx_o3c/s1600/lounge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477634050056575442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAR3JZM02dI/AAAAAAAAAY4/HhzcQlx_o3c/s320/lounge1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen likes to watch TV like this.  Carson tried it and said it wasn't comfortable.  But most of what Owen does isn't very comfortable so i wasn't too surprized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-6220336527937298670?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/6220336527937298670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/06/lounging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6220336527937298670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6220336527937298670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/06/lounging.html' title='Lounging'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAR3JZM02dI/AAAAAAAAAY4/HhzcQlx_o3c/s72-c/lounge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-8766261022566084198</id><published>2010-06-01T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:09:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;While Tucker was here we unloaded some cows. This first video was taken out west on Grandpa Jensen's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e03b842b0d4ffd2a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De03b842b0d4ffd2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49D4B6C1C1929F9A5D0CE4D89753088B5CB5B2F9.5DE5C8FD629A8E560C7DFC149D39208D253FA407%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De03b842b0d4ffd2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD_NGFl-GFurewnrNwcEFqB8EKLQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De03b842b0d4ffd2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49D4B6C1C1929F9A5D0CE4D89753088B5CB5B2F9.5DE5C8FD629A8E560C7DFC149D39208D253FA407%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De03b842b0d4ffd2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD_NGFl-GFurewnrNwcEFqB8EKLQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This next video was taken at Kaylie's house. It was rather windy that day so we all piled on her couch, staring out the window to watch the cows. There were two trucks to unload. The first backed up to the shute, the second parked right in our line of sight. So we had Dusty go ask him to move. He was so nice and backed up so that we could see the cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b681834f97a6c601" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db681834f97a6c601%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20561CA807D253160DA21715785A6A9DDFC4ABC9.8249D95E7165693C0E021207B5A855755C1050A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db681834f97a6c601%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPxHPiiP4C7hZrTPgvaRq1935Jj0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db681834f97a6c601%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20561CA807D253160DA21715785A6A9DDFC4ABC9.8249D95E7165693C0E021207B5A855755C1050A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db681834f97a6c601%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPxHPiiP4C7hZrTPgvaRq1935Jj0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we see in the last video the nicce truck driver honking his horn for the kids. He really was a great guy and made our cow watching experience all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-8766261022566084198?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/8766261022566084198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/06/cow-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8766261022566084198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8766261022566084198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/06/cow-videos.html' title='Cow Videos'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-1845412873404029129</id><published>2010-05-31T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T09:09:10.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Tucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the last of the Tucker pictures i have.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPc8XQGU1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/w6avmbMMa5U/s1600/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477464501404455762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPc8XQGU1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/w6avmbMMa5U/s320/t1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys took a bath for about an hour.  They were having so much fun.  We had to keep warming up their water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPc8JNSz2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/xNHmFnDfjvE/s1600/t2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477464497634594658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPc8JNSz2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/xNHmFnDfjvE/s320/t2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are playing with stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPc7hsN9bI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sdP-99c_0Kg/s1600/t3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477464487026881970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPc7hsN9bI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sdP-99c_0Kg/s320/t3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the best shot i could get.  i think it turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPc7fcd2AI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dtz8iZWZMC0/s1600/t4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477464486423943170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPc7fcd2AI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dtz8iZWZMC0/s320/t4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ed liked playing with the puppies.  He would grab their hair and swing them around.  For the puppies' sake I tried to stay close by at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcRNaxE2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/iktRpuoyu7s/s1600/t5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477463760030471010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcRNaxE2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/iktRpuoyu7s/s320/t5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kimber was not as excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcQ7nDQOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/F7v5O5Ga_-Y/s1600/t6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477463755250155746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcQ7nDQOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/F7v5O5Ga_-Y/s320/t6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Tucker wouldn't let it go.  He really wanted her to be friends with the puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcQtaogII/AAAAAAAAAXg/3qj8BOV3ZUs/s1600/t7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477463751439974530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcQtaogII/AAAAAAAAAXg/3qj8BOV3ZUs/s320/t7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tucker also wanted the other dogs to be friends with the puppies.  He was so good at making sure everyone was friends (even if they didn't want to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcQfNxONI/AAAAAAAAAXY/b9pz3o63S7E/s1600/t8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477463747627923666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcQfNxONI/AAAAAAAAAXY/b9pz3o63S7E/s320/t8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kimber eventually complied with Tucker's request.  I think it was out of self preservation.  She's been around Tucker too long to not know that he won't stop until he gets what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcQMGt4uI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wm6alvvbi3A/s1600/t9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477463742498071266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPcQMGt4uI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wm6alvvbi3A/s320/t9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Bobbie was there to make sure everything was ok.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-1845412873404029129?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/1845412873404029129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/other-tucker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1845412873404029129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1845412873404029129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/other-tucker.html' title='Other Tucker'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/TAPc8XQGU1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/w6avmbMMa5U/s72-c/t1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-9137626443688042627</id><published>2010-05-24T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:22:50.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the zoo and had a ball. Owen and Tucker never stopped running, unless, of course, there was a cool animal to look at. I took lots of pictures, but most of them look like this one below: the backs of the boys as they run to find the next thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_vnWoUhxVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pZu5Hxf0WfU/s1600/z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475224147965625682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_vnWoUhxVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pZu5Hxf0WfU/s320/z1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_vnWQBG_eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LyMZIlBx-rY/s1600/z2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475224141441727970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_vnWQBG_eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LyMZIlBx-rY/s320/z2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ed liked being in the stroller until Kimber came along. She got in behind him and was trying to take a nap which ment Ed lost his back rest, so Grandma carried him the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_vnVxAIHFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/U0DN_6j9360/s1600/z3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475224133116107858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_vnVxAIHFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/U0DN_6j9360/s320/z3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you weren't fast with a camera you couldn't get any pictures of the boys together. This one was just luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rSv-GijQI/AAAAAAAAAVo/kJRcDY87jG8/s1600/z4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474920018588372226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rSv-GijQI/AAAAAAAAAVo/kJRcDY87jG8/s320/z4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As was this one. Although they liked riding the lion and the tiger they were just both so excited to be there that they couldn't hold still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rSJ0nzI3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/rgTRfP3wVRQ/s1600/z5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474919363208487794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rSJ0nzI3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/rgTRfP3wVRQ/s320/z5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edgar really liked holding on to the bars when we were looking at animals. He would stand on the cement and grab ahold. I'm not sure he ever acutally saw any animals, but he was enjoying himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rRy6yqrEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7yCP9JYA5Jc/s1600/z6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474918969727691842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rRy6yqrEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7yCP9JYA5Jc/s320/z6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen, on the other hand, liked looking at the animals and wished the bars weren't there. Here you see him trying to chew his way into the tiger cage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wanted to get all the animals and play with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rRhnLAKYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HOh1-KCjayM/s1600/z7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474918672403278210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rRhnLAKYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HOh1-KCjayM/s320/z7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our best animal picture. The tiger looked right at us as i was taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQfLDbFNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oFs8Dkp_3MU/s1600/z8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474917530983929042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQfLDbFNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oFs8Dkp_3MU/s320/z8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hailey was trying to take a picture of Owen where he looked "normal" the whole time. In all of her shots he was turning, sticking his tounge out, opening his mouth wide, squinting, etc. Tucker likes to smile for the camera, but Owen likes to run away so I'm not sure she ever got a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQe7hLleI/AAAAAAAAASw/Jty3Lcf9N8k/s1600/z9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474917526813775330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQe7hLleI/AAAAAAAAASw/Jty3Lcf9N8k/s320/z9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oddly, this was one of the boys' favorite attractions. We had brought water with us but the vending machine was just so cool...all those buttons you could push!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQev8OK4I/AAAAAAAAASo/xfUvxbYjkB8/s1600/z10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474917523705965442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQev8OK4I/AAAAAAAAASo/xfUvxbYjkB8/s320/z10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted a picture with me and Ed. The only way to get him to look at the camera and be happy was to have him chew on my finger. so if you look closely you'll see my hand in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQeDhfn0I/AAAAAAAAASg/5B6AlNLAKdo/s1600/z11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474917511782702914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQeDhfn0I/AAAAAAAAASg/5B6AlNLAKdo/s320/z11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then i tried to get one of my little family (Carson was at work so he missed this experience). This was the best we got. Owen was making some kind of noise that sounded like "Whaaaa" and was trying to run away. I like the picture because it shows off what my son is really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQdo4i7II/AAAAAAAAASY/c5uvHbZGpik/s1600/z12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474917504631630978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_rQdo4i7II/AAAAAAAAASY/c5uvHbZGpik/s320/z12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last shot of the boys together.  One would stand next to the tiger while the other ran to the lion, then they would switch.  Torie was trying to get one of both boys and her, but i don't think it ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475227864717021650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_vqu-THUdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-6V5LVoFHxU/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last, but not least, especially in the weight catagory, Ed sitting by the ducks.  Isn't he cute! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9125337045030762463-9137626443688042627?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/9137626443688042627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/9137626443688042627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/9137626443688042627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_vnWoUhxVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pZu5Hxf0WfU/s72-c/z1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-944004342818747825</id><published>2010-05-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T07:00:04.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgar's Oddities (some of them)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, the title of this post should explain it all, but i'll give just a little more info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_c6_CkQ8GI/AAAAAAAAASQ/K4JzQzU0cEA/s1600/Ed+sock+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473908726787272802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_c6_CkQ8GI/AAAAAAAAASQ/K4JzQzU0cEA/s320/Ed+sock+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ed likes to chew on socks. He likes to chew on anything really, but he has a special fondness for socks. He pulls off his right sock (occasionally his left) and stuffs as much of it into his mouth as he can. By the time he is done the sock is soaking wet. So more often than not, if you see Ed he'll have on one wet sock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_c6-1vcgOI/AAAAAAAAASI/I_giIceEIDU/s1600/Ed+Sock+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473908723344507106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_c6-1vcgOI/AAAAAAAAASI/I_giIceEIDU/s320/Ed+Sock+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the side view of sock chewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_c6-kEKMOI/AAAAAAAAASA/5JGCVy4uD_g/s1600/Ed+crawl+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473908718599549154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_c6-kEKMOI/AAAAAAAAASA/5JGCVy4uD_g/s320/Ed+crawl+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, here is another interesting thing about Edgar. When i try to get him to crawl he ends up in what i think yoga terms would call a "downward facing dog." I just put my hand under him and he assumes that i am trying to help him stand up. Needless to say that the whole crawling thing isn't advancing as quickly as i would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_c6-a1cvDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JA1SqkVC1fI/s1600/Ed+Crawl+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473908716121930802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_c6-a1cvDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JA1SqkVC1fI/s320/Ed+Crawl+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson just missed the picture i really wanted. Owen was imitating Ed and was also in the "downward facing dog" pose then he collapsed and that is when the camera flashed. We couldn't get Owen to do it again. &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/9125337045030762463-944004342818747825?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/944004342818747825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/edgars-oddities-some-of-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/944004342818747825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/944004342818747825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/edgars-oddities-some-of-them.html' title='Edgar&apos;s Oddities (some of them)'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_c6_CkQ8GI/AAAAAAAAASQ/K4JzQzU0cEA/s72-c/Ed+sock+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-8708641791070607485</id><published>2010-05-21T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:09:56.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Branding 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continued... out of order (of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bHctyqLYI/AAAAAAAAARw/6Zdqw09bSi0/s1600/brand+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473781693257756034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bHctyqLYI/AAAAAAAAARw/6Zdqw09bSi0/s320/brand+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen and Tucker wanted to sit together on the way home.  Mean Mom/Aunt Julie wouldn't let them.  About one minute after leaving the branding they were both dead asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bHccczhoI/AAAAAAAAARo/8nC0hv6IqOs/s1600/brand+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473781688602691202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bHccczhoI/AAAAAAAAARo/8nC0hv6IqOs/s320/brand+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dusty holding a calf while they brand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGpOKOteI/AAAAAAAAARg/qGPAIk42RAY/s1600/brand+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473780808593356258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGpOKOteI/AAAAAAAAARg/qGPAIk42RAY/s320/brand+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa gave Owen and Tucker branding irons (don't worry they were cold).  The boys loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGo4bkRmI/AAAAAAAAARY/1Y1H0EiQj4s/s1600/brand+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473780802760492642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGo4bkRmI/AAAAAAAAARY/1Y1H0EiQj4s/s320/brand+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen actually loved just carring his around more than actually attacking the cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGovwAXbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8QMHvRN6UWI/s1600/brand+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473780800430300594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGovwAXbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8QMHvRN6UWI/s320/brand+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley graced us with her presence.  She wore a pink swimsuit and ruby red slipper, the perfect branding attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGoUseVsI/AAAAAAAAARI/yxMknQdk2WQ/s1600/brand+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473780793167730370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGoUseVsI/AAAAAAAAARI/yxMknQdk2WQ/s320/brand+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker was the one that never let a calf go by without putting his mark on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGoLNzMmI/AAAAAAAAARA/K2ofOP1VfGg/s1600/brand+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473780790623154786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bGoLNzMmI/AAAAAAAAARA/K2ofOP1VfGg/s320/brand+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working boys!  They loved helping and watching everything that was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loved having Tucker and Kimber (ok, and i guess Dusty and Hailey too).  I have lots more pictures of the Tucker visit to post, but Owie and Ed are getting tired of me being on the computer so they will have to come later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-8708641791070607485?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/8708641791070607485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/branding-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8708641791070607485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8708641791070607485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/branding-2.html' title='Branding 2'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_bHctyqLYI/AAAAAAAAARw/6Zdqw09bSi0/s72-c/brand+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-1153727193632130292</id><published>2010-05-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:38:22.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Branding 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disclaimer: I uploaded the pictures in the wrong order and am too lazy to fix them so you'll have to live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went branding last Saturday at the Reid Ranch. A big thanks to Jess for inviting us. I broke my video camera one hour before it started so all we have are pictures, but some of them are pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we first got there Ed was asleep and Owen and Tucker were &lt;em&gt;scared to death!&lt;/em&gt; So all three boys stayed in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_wjla7UI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iMao74ti4gA/s1600/brand+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473773238022237506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_wjla7UI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iMao74ti4gA/s320/brand+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Grandpa came to save them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_wVw054I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TVQv8xNqjPc/s1600/brand+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473773234311980930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_wVw054I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TVQv8xNqjPc/s320/brand+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that they had &lt;em&gt;no &lt;/em&gt;fear. (I wish they didn't go to the extremes. A little fear would have been ok with me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_wBMeD5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/I1tbLoVgj28/s1600/brand+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473773228790779794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_wBMeD5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/I1tbLoVgj28/s320/brand+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kera was an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMAZING &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;roper, probably the best one there. It was a good thing we brought her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_v9t-S_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/4tyXFWqz9bw/s1600/brand+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473773227857562610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_v9t-S_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/4tyXFWqz9bw/s320/brand+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess did ground crew (first I've ever seen -- although I don't go to all the brandings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_vitJ6nI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zWagPc9j0pE/s1600/brand+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473773220606372466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_vitJ6nI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zWagPc9j0pE/s320/brand+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here is our picture of the meatheads hiding in the car. As long as the doors were closed they were fine, but you would open them and they would get this terrified look on their faces and say "close the door. cows get us!" Then you'd shut the door and they would say "I'm not scared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-L_2KbYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ia_Ecf_2Y7E/s1600/brand+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473771510441864578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-L_2KbYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ia_Ecf_2Y7E/s320/brand+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Grandpa bringing a calf to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-LqHQsjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Gw7VE7rCGQI/s1600/brand4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473771504607998514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-LqHQsjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Gw7VE7rCGQI/s320/brand4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Uncle Dusty doing his part as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-LWhXo-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/9cpsjZNxRQc/s1600/brand+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473771499348796386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-LWhXo-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/9cpsjZNxRQc/s320/brand+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he woke up, Ed hung with Grandpa Rich. They were together pretty much the whole time. There were only two instances that I had to step in. 1) Grandpa scratched Ed with his wiskers 2) A calf ran into Grandpa and knocked the two of them into a fence. Ed wasn't hurt just scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-LK55GkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mXFHhswLEec/s1600/brand+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473771496230427202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-LK55GkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mXFHhswLEec/s320/brand+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The great Dustin looking for the perfect calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-K33fHmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oJsybxmvO_g/s1600/brand+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473771491120062050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a-K33fHmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oJsybxmvO_g/s320/brand+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rich and Kera discussing her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMAZING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shot-giving skills. Really, how did we function without her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more pictures, but am putting them on the next post so read on... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-1153727193632130292?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/1153727193632130292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/branding-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1153727193632130292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1153727193632130292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/05/branding-1.html' title='Branding 1'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S_a_wjla7UI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iMao74ti4gA/s72-c/brand+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-3695187929169616259</id><published>2010-04-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:00:01.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed's Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Edgar is finally figuring out the whole food thing.  It has taken a while, but he can eat about a third of a jar of baby food at a sitting now.  His big accomplishment is that he can drink out of a cup.  No, he can’t hold it himself, but he drinks very well.  Other than nursing it is the only form of liquid he will accept.  No sippy cups and no bottles.  It makes finding a babysitter very difficult.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454219680528358850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH5tjWXcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/a2NSR3AvgFs/s320/Picture27.jpg" /&gt;Along with this good eating came some pretty stinky gas.  Oh, it is bad!  So Ed is short, fat, bald, four-eyed, nearly toothless, and now stinky.  He is never going to find a girlfriend.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH4q97uCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QtIQJW9_y5k/s1600/Picture24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454219662654683170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH4q97uCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QtIQJW9_y5k/s320/Picture24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ed has forgotten how to keep his tongue in his mouth.  But even with it hanging out he is still a cute boy.  Owen enjoys being a big brother and playing with Baby (as he calls Ed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH4EyqRTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3NK5mJRbccc/s1600/Picture23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454219652406854962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH4EyqRTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3NK5mJRbccc/s320/Picture23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH3_4_qWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6_4xyuOgZug/s1600/Picture21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454219651091245410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH3_4_qWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6_4xyuOgZug/s320/Picture21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Owen (in case you can't tell them apart).  Owen likes to try on Ed's glasses and then run.  He usually never crashes into anything, but with the glasses on he is constantly running into walls and doors.  He'll crash then look at you like, "where did that come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH3h906BI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5tHe6aqvlxM/s1600/Picture20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454219643058448402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH3h906BI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5tHe6aqvlxM/s320/Picture20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed has rolled over twice now.  Once from belly to back and once from back to belly.  He refuses to try again.  I’m sure it is because in his mind he is thinking, “been there, done that.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7fc20ab9517c44d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7fc20ab9517c44d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2507CA21E9734E5AA4AF8911784A196685D2783.56557DD6032FEC9BF1EB392885B35CBF549A2C47%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7fc20ab9517c44d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Y9OWEqSN-L6YGVd6MmXHi_vb_k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7fc20ab9517c44d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2507CA21E9734E5AA4AF8911784A196685D2783.56557DD6032FEC9BF1EB392885B35CBF549A2C47%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7fc20ab9517c44d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Y9OWEqSN-L6YGVd6MmXHi_vb_k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-3695187929169616259?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/3695187929169616259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/04/eds-tongue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/3695187929169616259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/3695187929169616259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/04/eds-tongue.html' title='Ed&apos;s Tongue'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FH5tjWXcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/a2NSR3AvgFs/s72-c/Picture27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-2140180280592790209</id><published>2010-04-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:00:01.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FHUEivovI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IEKtQikh-CI/s1600/Picture29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454219033864807154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FHUEivovI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IEKtQikh-CI/s320/Picture29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FHT-99jPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/m1pmUXCL01g/s1600/Picture28.jpg"&gt;Jaycee and Dawson came to visit us.  Owen had just woken up from a nap and was not happy.  It took him about thirty minutes before he could play without crying.  He normally isn’t like that, but he defiantly woke up Mr. Grumpy that day.  Ed and Dawson sat on the floor and stared each other down.  One would make a grab for a toy and the other would watch.  Then they would switch roles.  I think Ed was kind of excited to see someone that moved a little slower than a run.  Speaking of which, I have been trying to get Owen to walk around the house because when he runs he gets this really bad cough.  It hasn’t been working.  So he runs and runs until he starts hacking up a lung then he gets a drink of water and starts running again.  At least I have one boy that I know where he is at all times and requires little effort to chase down (but maximum effort to pick up – let me tell you!)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454219032368352498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FHT-99jPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/m1pmUXCL01g/s320/Picture28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/9125337045030762463-2140180280592790209?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/2140180280592790209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/04/cousins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2140180280592790209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2140180280592790209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/04/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7FHUEivovI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IEKtQikh-CI/s72-c/Picture29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-6115347630831551735</id><published>2010-04-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:00:00.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E-Kg7qIqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/woxAk1tyPHE/s1600/Picture26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454208974082155170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E-Kg7qIqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/woxAk1tyPHE/s320/Picture26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen has been going outside as much as possible.  And ever since Axel came to visit us (wearing a hat) Owen has felt it necessary to put on a hat every time he walks out the door.  That makes Sundays a little hard.  It is too cold outside for Ed so either Carson will join Owen or Ed and I sit by the window and watch Owen.  Owie loves this because he can come and talk to us whenever he wants to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E-KQNPYUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SjgeYU0eYOM/s1600/Picture19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454208969592496450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E-KQNPYUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SjgeYU0eYOM/s320/Picture19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e7fffbe665a907e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e7fffbe665a907e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E2D1B9C36A109B42B6901793FE49B56E8324B29.2DAA6C359DA5C5D4C9BE45914B10F68B324F7F79%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e7fffbe665a907e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuHVd737TKOPlXU93ypA793lg8ic&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e7fffbe665a907e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E2D1B9C36A109B42B6901793FE49B56E8324B29.2DAA6C359DA5C5D4C9BE45914B10F68B324F7F79%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e7fffbe665a907e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuHVd737TKOPlXU93ypA793lg8ic&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Owen said his first prayer all by himself.  No help from me whatsoever.  This is what he said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you food.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Daddy go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute that I had to write it down.  I know I’ll cherish it forever.&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/9125337045030762463-6115347630831551735?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/6115347630831551735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/04/owen-outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6115347630831551735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6115347630831551735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/04/owen-outside.html' title='Owen Outside'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E-Kg7qIqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/woxAk1tyPHE/s72-c/Picture26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-1370376288067270015</id><published>2010-03-30T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:00:01.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E9n9_TYBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RifKhkMT7n4/s1600/Picture22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454208380586647570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E9n9_TYBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RifKhkMT7n4/s320/Picture22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E9nYJ95II/AAAAAAAAAOA/DLnzRJqpmRk/s1600/Picture18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454208370430829698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E9nYJ95II/AAAAAAAAAOA/DLnzRJqpmRk/s320/Picture18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the boys swimming.  Ed was splashing and kicking so hard!  The whole time!  Owen, who is usually very out of control, was a little more subdued.  I think it is because the water was up to his chest and a little hard to run in.  He did learn that he can jump into the little pool by himself.  I don’t know if that is a good thing to learn because he defiantly was not waiting for us before he jumped.  Even though he is only two, I think swimming lessons might be something we look into this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E9namRerI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FZyZ6ca2Dpo/s1600/Picture17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454208371086424754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E9namRerI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FZyZ6ca2Dpo/s320/Picture17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E9nBUdT5I/AAAAAAAAANw/G-dsBCDvMgw/s1600/Picture16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454208364300816274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E9nBUdT5I/AAAAAAAAANw/G-dsBCDvMgw/s320/Picture16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-1370376288067270015?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/1370376288067270015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1370376288067270015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1370376288067270015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E9n9_TYBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RifKhkMT7n4/s72-c/Picture22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-2691503098276159318</id><published>2010-03-29T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:53:22.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jr. Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7pRgXmkI/AAAAAAAAANo/EwtTXnMRvVQ/s1600/Picture6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454206203982223938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7pRgXmkI/AAAAAAAAANo/EwtTXnMRvVQ/s320/Picture6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The theme was Princess Boot Camp.  Decorations were wonderful!  (provided by Mary Clark and crew).  Liza from Classy 97 was the emcee.  She was hi-lar-i-ous!  Dad was laughing out loud which he doesn’t do often.  At intermission she raced Morgan Baum to the bathroom.  We all got a good chuckle out of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7pO8JOeI/AAAAAAAAANg/hiawxwaHh9U/s1600/Picture14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454206203293415906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7pO8JOeI/AAAAAAAAANg/hiawxwaHh9U/s320/Picture14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .  I had my camera out on my lap but didn’t think to start taking pictures until talent.  Fitness was good.  Jocelyn, Taylor, and Brit were dead on.  There were three girls (count them, three ) with side ponytails – a fad that Kera brought to the stage.  Next was Talent.  They were all wonderful.  Darcy forgot some words and Angela’s voice cracked, but other than that they were really all good talents.  Brit’s dress was really pretty, but I couldn’t get a picture that looked good.  She had flowers in her hair and the dress had sparkles.  Taylor wore a tux with tails.  Jocelyn had the hardest piece according to Charlotte Hillam.  Next Kaite Nash did a piano solo while the girls were changing into their dresses.  She played and sang the song “Baby of Mine” from Dumbo.  I was thoroughly impressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7oxmkLQI/AAAAAAAAANY/YxZBmdw50FQ/s1600/Picture13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454206195418279170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7oxmkLQI/AAAAAAAAANY/YxZBmdw50FQ/s320/Picture13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage crew kept coming and interrupting Liza to tell her different messages.  At this point in the program they interrupted her to say that the girls weren’t ready yet and to keep going.  They tried to get her to tell a bunny joke, but she made them do it.  And here it is: “What is invisible and smells like carrots?  Bunny farts.”  Oh, the stage crew was cracking up over that one!  Then the girls were finally ready.  I did have sense enough to get a picture of all the dresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7ohMt6MI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FTcEccZCMCA/s1600/Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454206191014897858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7ohMt6MI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FTcEccZCMCA/s320/Picture12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Megan Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7WapUfoI/AAAAAAAAANI/DpCEqIDTBb8/s1600/Picture11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454205880018173570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7WapUfoI/AAAAAAAAANI/DpCEqIDTBb8/s320/Picture11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 Jocelyn Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn’s was AMAZING!  It was so gorgeous and she looked stunning in it.  It was by far my favorite.  Her earrings were awesome too.  They were about the size of a 3x5 card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7Vz0cp8I/AAAAAAAAANA/LjD6kAQ-eyc/s1600/Picture10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454205869595862978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7Vz0cp8I/AAAAAAAAANA/LjD6kAQ-eyc/s320/Picture10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Darcy Baler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7VvDCcYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ryJDOkrHedI/s1600/Picture9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454205868314882434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7VvDCcYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ryJDOkrHedI/s320/Picture9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Taylor Cordingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7VV5Si2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/5w_1ZHalZoo/s1600/Picture8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454205861563108194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7VV5Si2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/5w_1ZHalZoo/s320/Picture8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Angela Comstock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7U07_ATI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EDpLuBxS_u4/s1600/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454205852716040498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7U07_ATI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EDpLuBxS_u4/s320/Picture7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Brit Davidson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7KitYEwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Uq6Hvj4KdMw/s1600/Picture15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454205676024238850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7KitYEwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Uq6Hvj4KdMw/s320/Picture15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the question part every girl paused and/or messed up in their answer except Jocelyn.  During intermission I snuck into the dressing room and visited with Jocelyn.  Then it was time for the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E578odSJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_h1ewqisAHQ/s1600/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454204325773265042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E578odSJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_h1ewqisAHQ/s320/Picture5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E57RnHaqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5u8GUaOcWbA/s1600/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454204314224913058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E57RnHaqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5u8GUaOcWbA/s320/Picture4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness:  Taylor Cordingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Expression:  Brit Davidson (This so should have gone to Jocelyn – even Dad was upset over this one.  It made me think of how Kera was jilted on the fitness award, which I am still mad about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent:  Taylor Cordingly (yes Jocelyn’s was harder, but Taylor’s was showy and if you didn’t know piano you would think hers was harder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholastic:  Brit Davidson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview:  Jocelyn Allen  (earlier in the day she had come over to Dad’s to say that she had done such a good job in interview and felt really good about it.  I guess she was right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of Jr. Miss:  Megan Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Runner Up:  Jocelyn Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner:  Brit Davidson  (The only thing we can figure is that her grades must have been excellent because both Jocelyn and Taylor out-shown Brit the entire night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E57FmebXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wWX8pIFbDkI/s1600/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454204311001001330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E57FmebXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wWX8pIFbDkI/s320/Picture3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E567hKGoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gFJLa77EfRg/s1600/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454204308294343298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E567hKGoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gFJLa77EfRg/s320/Picture2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great big thanks to Laura, Jason, and Josh for adopting us for the night and letting us sit in the reserved family seating.  (Oh, and for getting the tickets for us too).  It was a great night and lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E56j9UgEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/41gxRuniIRc/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454204301970014274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E56j9UgEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/41gxRuniIRc/s320/Picture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-2691503098276159318?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/2691503098276159318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/jr-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2691503098276159318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2691503098276159318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/jr-miss.html' title='Jr. Miss'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S7E7pRgXmkI/AAAAAAAAANo/EwtTXnMRvVQ/s72-c/Picture6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-8490455127632321434</id><published>2010-03-09T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:50:39.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Great's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Grandpa Fred Reid had a birthday party.  While there we got all the great grandkids together for a picture.  Previously, though, he ventured up to our house and we took the opportunity to get some four generation pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5cBJqXZe4I/AAAAAAAAALo/UZD-FVRVg5w/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5cBJqXZe4I/AAAAAAAAALo/UZD-FVRVg5w/s320/DSC00671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446823539830782850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Owen took Grandpa Fred's hat and demonstrated how to ride a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5cBKOaSI9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Q5MQj5YM5tc/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5cBKOaSI9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Q5MQj5YM5tc/s320/DSC00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446823549506560978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front Row L to R: Owen, Ed, Riley, Jaycee, Fred&lt;br /&gt;Back Row L to R: Caden, Grandpa Fred holding Clancy, Grandma Alma holding Dawson, Blake&lt;br /&gt;&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5cBJDBQv_I/AAAAAAAAALg/tIdE_eXug2A/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5cBJDBQv_I/AAAAAAAAALg/tIdE_eXug2A/s320/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446823529268953074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four Generations of Reid Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen had just woken up and wasn't too excited about these pictures (his hair was out of control!)&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/9125337045030762463-8490455127632321434?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/8490455127632321434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandpa-greats-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8490455127632321434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8490455127632321434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandpa-greats-birthday.html' title='Grandpa Great&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5cBJqXZe4I/AAAAAAAAALo/UZD-FVRVg5w/s72-c/DSC00671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-7085732883390230823</id><published>2010-03-09T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:09:43.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Owen's new game.  He traps snakes in a box and then lets them go so he can beat them with his broom.  No, i don't have real snakes in my house; any little piece of paper or string serves as the snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bafb37ad8d6180a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bafb37ad8d6180a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D731369BA808CBF2EAA3B1E3B6FD229ACCBD1BC9.65F1494DC9F2C8BBE98CAF109FCB58754DD013E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bafb37ad8d6180a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrTyjo5ZOIS4V68f3A0pVdfi3JXc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bafb37ad8d6180a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D731369BA808CBF2EAA3B1E3B6FD229ACCBD1BC9.65F1494DC9F2C8BBE98CAF109FCB58754DD013E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bafb37ad8d6180a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrTyjo5ZOIS4V68f3A0pVdfi3JXc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&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/9125337045030762463-7085732883390230823?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/7085732883390230823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/snakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7085732883390230823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7085732883390230823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/snakes.html' title='Snakes'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-837701753589536658</id><published>2010-03-09T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:49:56.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Important Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bzOu7hgGI/AAAAAAAAALY/uK3H1YyvuMs/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bzOu7hgGI/AAAAAAAAALY/uK3H1YyvuMs/s320/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446808233792602210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other happenings in our lives would include Owen trying on Ed's glasses.  The funny part was when he took off running.  I wish i would have had my video camera out because he would run really fast and then crash into things and be surprised about it.  Normally he is able to avoid crashes so this was quite a shock for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bzN0CFgxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4Z1T3UaODuQ/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bzN0CFgxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4Z1T3UaODuQ/s320/DSC00673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446808217982436114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning i found Owen in bed with Edgar.  O brought his stick horse too; he was just so excited to see his brother that morning.  (it isn't always like that)&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bzNGuZSvI/AAAAAAAAALI/IgACiT6xohk/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bzNGuZSvI/AAAAAAAAALI/IgACiT6xohk/s320/DSC00573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446808205820250866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the tradition that on your 6month birthday you get half a cake.  Ed's was actually brownies, but he still enjoyed it --spit it right out! :)&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bzMMKPcPI/AAAAAAAAALA/mbIrFh0P5Is/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bzMMKPcPI/AAAAAAAAALA/mbIrFh0P5Is/s320/DSC00572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446808190099353842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Owen made up for it by eating almost the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d5b31d76640ceb5b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5b31d76640ceb5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54DA1121FA54D721C6E0E70EC603CC50054DEAC0.11B211FC578FB78E106E5C6DA22892934A35E0C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5b31d76640ceb5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDA2JyAvKMtj-u7yHNmzRyGdG8e4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5b31d76640ceb5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54DA1121FA54D721C6E0E70EC603CC50054DEAC0.11B211FC578FB78E106E5C6DA22892934A35E0C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5b31d76640ceb5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDA2JyAvKMtj-u7yHNmzRyGdG8e4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give Ed some time in the spot light but Owen was having none of that.  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Luckily he will be coming to visit soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af5c1d0839fa950" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0af5c1d0839fa950%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18202639EA52C0E17639010D909160A0F8E6D341.123D03DA79470F8DBB4876115787AB1D1551C42%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf5c1d0839fa950%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmHh6h7armIrWnJVCx7OXLkjhdjg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0af5c1d0839fa950%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18202639EA52C0E17639010D909160A0F8E6D341.123D03DA79470F8DBB4876115787AB1D1551C42%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf5c1d0839fa950%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmHh6h7armIrWnJVCx7OXLkjhdjg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&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/9125337045030762463-2666903041052034613?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/2666903041052034613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/mud-buddies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2666903041052034613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/2666903041052034613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/mud-buddies.html' title='Mud Buddies'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bvwcidnWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qMW-XNkcGmo/s72-c/DSC00658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-9037703108358628065</id><published>2010-03-09T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:55:30.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bsK2S7NFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0JFa2EWKDpY/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bsK2S7NFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0JFa2EWKDpY/s320/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446800470468932690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey playing with a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were in Washington Dusty took us to see his school.  There were some disturbing skeletons and other taxidermy animals there.  But that wasn't the scariest sight we saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bsKNsqD7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/_NGnBs2Eu2w/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bsKNsqD7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/_NGnBs2Eu2w/s320/DSC00617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446800459571007410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two headed sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bsJuL25oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hLJU3La5p9A/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bsJuL25oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hLJU3La5p9A/s320/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446800451111937666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One headed twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bsIhW7zrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vfZ75GS5TBI/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bsIhW7zrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vfZ75GS5TBI/s320/DSC00614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446800430488866482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cyclops calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c335bef5a2e738ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc335bef5a2e738ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6104578D254963C86A3B97FDD2308B141E3AAF7E.6982F1204031E3041142AEDBB72AD8E623ADF2F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc335bef5a2e738ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFcu8bsg2teDoyorIcTfDS5M3fTY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc335bef5a2e738ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6104578D254963C86A3B97FDD2308B141E3AAF7E.6982F1204031E3041142AEDBB72AD8E623ADF2F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc335bef5a2e738ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFcu8bsg2teDoyorIcTfDS5M3fTY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa on a stick horse.&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/9125337045030762463-9037703108358628065?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/9037703108358628065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/disturbing-images.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/9037703108358628065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/9037703108358628065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/disturbing-images.html' title='Disturbing Images'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bsK2S7NFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0JFa2EWKDpY/s72-c/DSC00618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-5039061553982272138</id><published>2010-03-09T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:34:49.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Tucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last month we had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; experience of going to visit Tucker (and fam) in Washington.  We drove up in the "Big Truck" as Owen calls it.  That was a great idea because then Owen could get up and move around instead of being stuck in a car seat the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bmPUGrGSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JvkkCaFpj1c/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bmPUGrGSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JvkkCaFpj1c/s320/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446793950120319266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got stopped at a weigh station and Owen decided to just leave Grandpa there and continue on.  That's how excited he was to see Tucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-233c6db3d21f6242" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D233c6db3d21f6242%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E509924865BF9658C7D4EFD318820FD546F8A66.5F99064FA447FFD48995CDFD3754D18B6ED46EF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D233c6db3d21f6242%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxsbTo7R8jQQN0pQ55s0u5QvaduY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D233c6db3d21f6242%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E509924865BF9658C7D4EFD318820FD546F8A66.5F99064FA447FFD48995CDFD3754D18B6ED46EF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D233c6db3d21f6242%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxsbTo7R8jQQN0pQ55s0u5QvaduY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker met us on the road and joined us in the big truck for a little drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bmQD_2yEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k1ZkKtngVT8/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bmQD_2yEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k1ZkKtngVT8/s320/DSC00594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446793962976626754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5booR5w0hI/AAAAAAAAAKI/66Q5HUBvhmY/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5booR5w0hI/AAAAAAAAAKI/66Q5HUBvhmY/s320/DSC00597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446796578049282578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the two little ones together.  Ok, so Ed isn't exactly "little" anymore -- especially when compared to Kimber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-5039061553982272138?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/5039061553982272138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/visit-tucker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/5039061553982272138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/5039061553982272138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/03/visit-tucker.html' title='Visit Tucker'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S5bmPUGrGSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JvkkCaFpj1c/s72-c/DSC00575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-8179717203554847665</id><published>2010-02-05T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:32:36.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed's Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edgar is cross-eyed and so we took him to an eye doctor that was able to tell he needed glasses. Ed, apparently, is very far-sighted (can see far, but not close). So far-sighted in fact that he couldn't see near or far. So we ordered some glasses and will be trying them out for the next couple of months then we will go back to the doctor to see if there has been some improvement. We are hoping that he will only need glasses for about three years and then will be cured and never have to wear them for the rest of his life. There is also a very small possibility that he might need surgery to correct his cross-eyedness, but we are optimistic that the glasses will be enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yowsW_rEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XItpAvQVbqQ/s1600-h/glassesb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434904404824140866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yowsW_rEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XItpAvQVbqQ/s320/glassesb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yowa-uJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/OwTdAao3wmM/s1600-h/glassesb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434904400158926706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yowa-uJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/OwTdAao3wmM/s320/glassesb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here his is after:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yowFrOg2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/cxLFxZGXXAY/s1600-h/glassesa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434904394440016738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yowFrOg2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/cxLFxZGXXAY/s320/glassesa1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look at the before and after you can see that his eyes are no longer crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yovt1P5SI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/69-8h1IfZho/s1600-h/glasseseo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434904388039599394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yovt1P5SI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/69-8h1IfZho/s320/glasseseo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Owen with his new glasses.  It was the best $5 i ever spent.  He hasn't bothered Ed's glasses once because i can say, "those are baby's where's Owen's?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because the blue ones were, well, let's face it, dorky, we got him some going to town glasses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yovdxQOoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rFvYziueYuc/s1600-h/glassesa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434904383727876738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yovdxQOoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rFvYziueYuc/s320/glassesa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are a little big for his face but he is just so cute in them.  The reason he is naked here is because right before i went to take the picture he pooed through all his clothes.  So, we stripped him down and took the picture then went to take a bath.  In real life they actually don't look as big on him as they do in this picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so greatful that Ed can see us now and can get to know us.  He loves to watch Owen move around the room and is finally trying to rollover now.  (I don't know if those are related.)  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-8179717203554847665?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/8179717203554847665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/02/eds-before-and-after.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8179717203554847665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8179717203554847665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/02/eds-before-and-after.html' title='Ed&apos;s Before and After'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2yowsW_rEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XItpAvQVbqQ/s72-c/glassesb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-791778282096288941</id><published>2010-02-02T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:19:09.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Wrestling Period Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;And here it is... the long awaited conclusion to the great wrestling match of '10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What you didn't see between each round was Jed desperatly grabbing for a water bottle and Sam clutching his knees trying to catch his breath.  They may need to start exercising with thier wrestlers to get back in shape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f90d05244186f26" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f90d05244186f26%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D841D999E27E95EDF3368E20779AA4D5F66F0FCF8.AB59969C9FC75CDF49607EE137CE91B00353101%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f90d05244186f26%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJDuNvz5MFZ1cn_agG1CjKThbWW4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f90d05244186f26%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D841D999E27E95EDF3368E20779AA4D5F66F0FCF8.AB59969C9FC75CDF49607EE137CE91B00353101%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f90d05244186f26%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJDuNvz5MFZ1cn_agG1CjKThbWW4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the end the score was 240 Sam to 240 Jed.  There were some very generous people that night and we all had a bunch of laughs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-791778282096288941?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/791778282096288941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/02/clark-wrestling-period-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/791778282096288941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/791778282096288941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/02/clark-wrestling-period-three.html' title='Clark Wrestling Period Three'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-107500690587140699</id><published>2010-01-31T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:02:59.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Wrestling Period Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;For those of you that have been waiting for this i am sorry that it has been taking so long.  Each period takes over an hour to upload (i don't know why) and since i am not at my own home doing this i can only get my children to behave for one upload.  But here is period two of the crazy match.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9be70a0681625162" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9be70a0681625162%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D454D062334393A9556791A6302FC520276868016.2475C68123E331AA7127251FA677D6B37FE46B5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9be70a0681625162%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCMyJvfTqjD1jyFy8ekiHJUmXmOU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9be70a0681625162%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D454D062334393A9556791A6302FC520276868016.2475C68123E331AA7127251FA677D6B37FE46B5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9be70a0681625162%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCMyJvfTqjD1jyFy8ekiHJUmXmOU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another intersting fact is that both Sam and Jed had sweatshirts made for this.  Jed's said: Jed The Neck Braker Clark and Sam's was: Sam El Vaquero Loco Clark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Their children also had new shirts that all said "Go Dad!" Sam's girls' were written in purple and Jed's boys' were written in red.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-107500690587140699?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/107500690587140699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/clark-wrestling-period-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/107500690587140699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/107500690587140699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/clark-wrestling-period-two.html' title='Clark Wrestling Period Two'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-6518922601409754052</id><published>2010-01-29T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:35:33.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Wrestling Period One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, it has been talked up and finally happened.  Before you watch the video know this:  I don't think either were trying too hard.  And yet, they were sweating and panting when it was over.  The scoring was not based on actuall points but on how much people donated towards whoever they wanted to win.  I positioned myself on the mat so that no one could walk in front of my camera, but Owen wanted to watch the match through the lenz and that made for a few bumpy moments.  I also acidently sat by the two wrestlers from South that were acting as Jed's coaches.  They get pretty loud during the match.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before it started Frank, the ref, said a few words about his boys.  He stated that they have been wrestling since they could walk and although neither will admit it Bret could always take either of them.  That got a laugh out of the croud (at least out of those that know Bret.).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the first period.  Due to crying children and time limits the second and third periods will appear on the blog tomorrow.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7469b3f4be34abe2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7469b3f4be34abe2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE9E6544FF14EA7F6AB64F469D6DC69B3AF4A06F.653CA368DE989E6B751F6226BD5E49756E36F59F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7469b3f4be34abe2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0_f7v_byupEz-9Yxloyrym-SP-Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7469b3f4be34abe2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE9E6544FF14EA7F6AB64F469D6DC69B3AF4A06F.653CA368DE989E6B751F6226BD5E49756E36F59F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7469b3f4be34abe2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0_f7v_byupEz-9Yxloyrym-SP-Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When i told Sam i was going to video tape the match he informed me cameras were not allowed in the gym.  I guess i forgot to mention that i was going to post it on the internet because then i'm sure he would have been ok with it. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-6518922601409754052?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/6518922601409754052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/clark-wrestling-period-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6518922601409754052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6518922601409754052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/clark-wrestling-period-one.html' title='Clark Wrestling Period One'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-1671733885188352618</id><published>2010-01-27T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:53:47.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16c8c6611311620c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16c8c6611311620c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52F7F0ADA1BFC5BB35B16FA1B2D34C4CC126E89C.1A3CF56A903F1DB2D5F7145F952F2B6D1FDFDE06%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16c8c6611311620c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNZtAqKr4Idzwm7ZERf3J09SJHKk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16c8c6611311620c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52F7F0ADA1BFC5BB35B16FA1B2D34C4CC126E89C.1A3CF56A903F1DB2D5F7145F952F2B6D1FDFDE06%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16c8c6611311620c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNZtAqKr4Idzwm7ZERf3J09SJHKk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ed tried food for the first time.  It went well, but every time since then he won't open his mouth.  So we trick him into opening his mouth and then he gags on the food.  So, i'm not sure he is ready for solids, but we aren't giving up.  He &lt;em&gt;hates&lt;/em&gt; his bottle and if i ever want to have a life again my only hope is rice cereal.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-1671733885188352618?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/1671733885188352618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1671733885188352618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1671733885188352618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-food.html' title='First Food'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-6253640674204856980</id><published>2010-01-27T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:26:34.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; As i recall, Dad would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; let dogs come in the house.  Now, he not only will bring them in for Owen, but will bring them over to our house for the boys.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431577693554916034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DXInJGusI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vbfTK1KxgAQ/s320/snow2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DXI1jEheI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LumVWpkvH58/s1600-h/snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431577697421919714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DXI1jEheI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LumVWpkvH58/s320/snow3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431577707052658882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DXJZbN8MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tpx1erFQJS8/s320/snow1.jpg" /&gt;Anytime Owen says "ride snowmachine" or "ride smokers" Dad drops everything he's doing and takes him.  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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-6253640674204856980?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/6253640674204856980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/spoiled-boys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6253640674204856980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/6253640674204856980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/spoiled-boys.html' title='Spoiled Boys'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DXInJGusI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vbfTK1KxgAQ/s72-c/snow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-5168282193431860581</id><published>2010-01-27T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:12:20.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A team of four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431572857308963842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DSvGuN5AI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NAd1Qj2dG5g/s320/horse1.jpg" /&gt;And now the newest stunt our father is attempting: four horses on the sleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431572862186571954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DSvY5ISLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rkjF7a1aPoQ/s320/horse2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we know people who are just as stupid as dad that are willing to risk their lives to help with the scheme. Dad placed Brody in charge of the rear team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431572868005150866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DSvukYwJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-SgVWO19BwI/s320/horse3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then handed the lines for the front team to Brent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4315e2c6284c865" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4315e2c6284c865%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3822FEA6907683B4A2FA3B0E9C31F82C0D358663.7B12A6C3A3D96D8FB05F12E9AC49B9C7B60D7483%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4315e2c6284c865%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DytkGEqgpgTobSH3KU9W6X1Wt4So&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4315e2c6284c865%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3822FEA6907683B4A2FA3B0E9C31F82C0D358663.7B12A6C3A3D96D8FB05F12E9AC49B9C7B60D7483%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4315e2c6284c865%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DytkGEqgpgTobSH3KU9W6X1Wt4So&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see that amazingly they made it out of the yard alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431572876055555826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DSwMjwLvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sYXfE8AC7Pw/s320/horse5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up the hill didn't seem to be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431572870772685426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DSv44N-nI/AAAAAAAAAII/wHcuzXkpyys/s320/horse4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they returned with just Dad holding all four lines. And now for the best part of the story. During the part where they were up on the hill, away from camera view, the blonde horse started acting up. Dad leaned down and smacked her on the butt and in return she kicked both hind feet up and almost hit both dad and Brody. As Brody put it "i almost got my ears pierced." Then she took off and both Dad and Brody fell off the sleigh. Luckily Brent was there to grab the lines and stop the teams. The craziness won't stop here. Next they are planning on going to Harshbarger's to try out this new fun game. July and Chip, Tuff and Buff. I just think it will be amazing if they can pull it off without causing major damage. Especially since Tuff and Buff haven't been worked since the mules were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-5168282193431860581?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/5168282193431860581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-now-newest-stunt-our-father-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/5168282193431860581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/5168282193431860581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-now-newest-stunt-our-father-is.html' title='A team of four'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/S2DSvGuN5AI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NAd1Qj2dG5g/s72-c/horse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-9046779006269657627</id><published>2009-12-05T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:12:26.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrKCiOR6II/AAAAAAAAAHA/a0bWHmr5xQM/s1600-h/pup6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411860047134320770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrKCiOR6II/AAAAAAAAAHA/a0bWHmr5xQM/s320/pup6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ziva had her puppies on Friday, December 4.  First thing Saturday morning Owen said we had to go visit them.  There are 6 puppies (only 5 in this picture because Owen is holding one when i took it).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJ9P7z-zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WGlbl5Wwres/s1600-h/pup4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411859956325677874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJ9P7z-zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WGlbl5Wwres/s320/pup4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ziva is a great mother.  Jamie, however, is ruining things for her by trying to steal the puppies.  Dad has Ziva and the pups locked in the saddle barn to keep Jamie out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJ0ZIdl7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/mUdth5I6j3M/s1600-h/pup5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411859804175833010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJ0ZIdl7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/mUdth5I6j3M/s320/pup5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen was so excited to hold the puppies, but would not get in the bed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJsrSKbiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gyoviOMOKWo/s1600-h/pup7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411859671609404962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJsrSKbiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gyoviOMOKWo/s320/pup7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He kept calling Ziva a "big puppy" with "little puppies" cuddling her.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJoNgD3LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0FHlpNlL4Zc/s1600-h/pup8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411859594895154354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJoNgD3LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0FHlpNlL4Zc/s320/pup8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad brought one of the pups into the house for Owen because it was so cold in the barn.  Owen was sad when it had to go back out, but when we told him the mommy needed the baby he was ok with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJh8H8h4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/HJ159hxEQxw/s1600-h/pup9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411859487151392642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrJh8H8h4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/HJ159hxEQxw/s320/pup9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How many times did dad tell us no animals in the house?  Yet, when a grandkid wants a puppy to come in he runs right out to get one.  This puppy that Owen is holding is a female.  Then again, so are the other five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6fbdbcbbeaf2e110" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fbdbcbbeaf2e110%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E64F045278106B6DD073FD24552633C1D0CD903.3DC1F13AB58E28D8285C7E707AD90A740333105%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fbdbcbbeaf2e110%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD4LWANfUEFvoncfZQ062k08cBjs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fbdbcbbeaf2e110%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E64F045278106B6DD073FD24552633C1D0CD903.3DC1F13AB58E28D8285C7E707AD90A740333105%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fbdbcbbeaf2e110%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD4LWANfUEFvoncfZQ062k08cBjs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-9046779006269657627?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/9046779006269657627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/12/ziva-had-her-puppies-on-friday-december.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/9046779006269657627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/9046779006269657627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/12/ziva-had-her-puppies-on-friday-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxrKCiOR6II/AAAAAAAAAHA/a0bWHmr5xQM/s72-c/pup6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-5077060541999589870</id><published>2009-11-27T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:42:09.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxBwx2PbJXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/20otG3vhnaY/s1600/Turkey7.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxBwx2PbJXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/20otG3vhnaY/s320/Turkey7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408947154148074866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all!  And what would the holiday be without a picture of Carson stuffing his face.  I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate this picture on the internet, but i love him and hopefully that will be enough to keep him from hurting me.&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxBwp8QuewI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RWYo5b8Ak9U/s1600/turkey3.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/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxBwp8QuewI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RWYo5b8Ak9U/s320/turkey3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408947018325195522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson, Ott, Hans, Zack playing pool.&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxBwiXaKlyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pin8Hk50MDY/s1600/turkey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxBwiXaKlyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pin8Hk50MDY/s320/turkey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408946888173590306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny read Owen books -- lots and lots of books.&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/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxBwas1_SQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GemcIpUlg-A/s1600/turkey6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxBwas1_SQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GemcIpUlg-A/s320/turkey6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408946756488481026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also cuddled Ed -- lots and lots of cuddles.&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/9125337045030762463-5077060541999589870?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/5077060541999589870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/turkey-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/5077060541999589870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/5077060541999589870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SxBwx2PbJXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/20otG3vhnaY/s72-c/Turkey7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-8069186808101264326</id><published>2009-11-14T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:31:29.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jammies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Sv72ynwoULI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uqD1i_Nd19M/s1600-h/pj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404027952418017458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Sv72ynwoULI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uqD1i_Nd19M/s320/pj2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen's favorite place to play is in the closet.  On this day he wanted Edgar to come and play with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Sv72ucQgf_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/02SZHfeFhQQ/s1600-h/pj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404027880611020786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Sv72ucQgf_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/02SZHfeFhQQ/s320/pj1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys got new pajamas.  Ed's are cute and cuddlily.  Owen's are soft and he loves them.  He refuses to take them off and cries when i tell him that they are dirty and we have to wash them before he can wear them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fcb8623a73a99b41" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcb8623a73a99b41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4771FFA3C689A681A80B742C6A796284786DE39D.246E686E7411CDB218587EDE0F5D92EF1948FBA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcb8623a73a99b41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQotLvfthfykPB5t454fclT9hZyw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcb8623a73a99b41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4771FFA3C689A681A80B742C6A796284786DE39D.246E686E7411CDB218587EDE0F5D92EF1948FBA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcb8623a73a99b41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQotLvfthfykPB5t454fclT9hZyw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this might look a little scary, Owen is actually very careful with his brother.  He wants Ed involved in everything he does and i don't think Owen could be a better big brother.&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/9125337045030762463-8069186808101264326?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/8069186808101264326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-jammies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8069186808101264326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8069186808101264326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-jammies.html' title='New Jammies'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Sv72ynwoULI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uqD1i_Nd19M/s72-c/pj2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-1181886633042822083</id><published>2009-11-14T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:09:33.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen and Kael</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-899498e34b7249b9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D899498e34b7249b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479FC8DA7AC7685099BD2CDE512CB3E1E3C7C208.1C3B1BC377780E1FF9D9855DCF30F7F2C1E8EADC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D899498e34b7249b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzXiwjS-gibQCNumb8DmQwpgJdIU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D899498e34b7249b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479FC8DA7AC7685099BD2CDE512CB3E1E3C7C208.1C3B1BC377780E1FF9D9855DCF30F7F2C1E8EADC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D899498e34b7249b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzXiwjS-gibQCNumb8DmQwpgJdIU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It always surprizes me that Owen and Kael are the same size, especially since they are a year apart.  I wanted to video Owen trying to play with Kael because it was rather interesting.  Kael just wanted his mom and kept running away so Owen would chase him down and grab him.  Kael didn't like that very much and would cry.  I couldn't get that on video though because I wasn't fast enough with the camera when it was happening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-1181886633042822083?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/1181886633042822083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/owen-and-kael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1181886633042822083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/1181886633042822083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/owen-and-kael.html' title='Owen and Kael'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-550789666886190031</id><published>2009-11-14T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:54:37.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad found some shrimp in his freezer and decided to have a party.  We named it "Dusty's Birthday Party" and with each bite we thought of our dear Dustin and how much we missed him.  Ok, maybe we thought more about how good the shrimp tasted, but we do love Dusty and hope everything is going great with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-504aee1778a2ccd7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D504aee1778a2ccd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F6615FF57CDC3AC8646123D361B2D26F5025973.7E7F4DF1984FC70329F44325B2289CC1B91CD8C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D504aee1778a2ccd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRkPunMwrR3Hyt2meD9Jeglp0cys&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D504aee1778a2ccd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F6615FF57CDC3AC8646123D361B2D26F5025973.7E7F4DF1984FC70329F44325B2289CC1B91CD8C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D504aee1778a2ccd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRkPunMwrR3Hyt2meD9Jeglp0cys&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404018019706467234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Sv7twdhp86I/AAAAAAAAAFM/DyXy-vmMonQ/s320/pj3.jpg" /&gt;Rhet held Edgar all night.  Eventually Ed fell asleep and then Rhet fell asleep too.  It was very cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-550789666886190031?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/550789666886190031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/dustys-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/550789666886190031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/550789666886190031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/dustys-birthday-party.html' title='Dusty&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Sv7twdhp86I/AAAAAAAAAFM/DyXy-vmMonQ/s72-c/pj3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-8199816624147624760</id><published>2009-11-02T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:54:50.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8XJqK77tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mYZhSE1xhmI/s1600-h/day6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399559932946935506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8XJqK77tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mYZhSE1xhmI/s320/day6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Owen loves his younger brother and reads books to him all the time. He will sit down in the chair and pat nexdt to him saying "baby" until i put Ed in the chair. Then he will point out all the animals to Ed and talk to him. It is so cute and i love watching it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-30f565bda6ac662" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D030f565bda6ac662%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26C127F6B734FD144F4A93E8E9310EFE767986A0.7AC6350BA64F0A8B267D709A66A9B899C6EB107F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30f565bda6ac662%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtUIRT_QD-YEVg_whnDfY9z4YsHI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D030f565bda6ac662%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26C127F6B734FD144F4A93E8E9310EFE767986A0.7AC6350BA64F0A8B267D709A66A9B899C6EB107F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30f565bda6ac662%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtUIRT_QD-YEVg_whnDfY9z4YsHI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-8199816624147624760?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/8199816624147624760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/reading-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8199816624147624760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/8199816624147624760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/reading-books.html' title='Reading Books'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8XJqK77tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mYZhSE1xhmI/s72-c/day6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-7283643734497991101</id><published>2009-11-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:24:30.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UfYYpz1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/a_4S7dtLTUk/s1600-h/pump1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399557007594868562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UfYYpz1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/a_4S7dtLTUk/s320/pump1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; We decided to paint our pumpkins instead of carving because i thought Owen was a little young for knives.  It turns out Owen &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; painting and we are going to make it our tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UbwXOr3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ntXWoECGL4Q/s1600-h/pump2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556945311870834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UbwXOr3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ntXWoECGL4Q/s320/pump2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I promise he is wearing a diaper and isn't naked.  Afterwards he took a bath and the water was gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UXh9lt_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/c9Lr-JMPvzc/s1600-h/pump3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556872726755314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UXh9lt_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/c9Lr-JMPvzc/s320/pump3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UUJlH8uI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kOZp2MBgHyo/s1600-h/pump5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556814642082530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UUJlH8uI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kOZp2MBgHyo/s320/pump5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; This was our practice run on getting dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UPZRDErI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BoMEJqZ5f7M/s1600-h/pump6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556732953498290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UPZRDErI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BoMEJqZ5f7M/s320/pump6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa gave the little lion &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UKjb6U2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/tKAXFPl8Wxw/s1600-h/pump7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556649784071010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UKjb6U2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/tKAXFPl8Wxw/s320/pump7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Here is a bat (Cutter) a vampire (Aubri) and a cowboy (Kree) that came trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UGX6LN-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QqaBGgfHCsk/s1600-h/pump8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556577970304994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UGX6LN-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QqaBGgfHCsk/s320/pump8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; A Tiger (Cutter) came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UDG8vDQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W47No34FYVg/s1600-h/pump9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556521878031618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UDG8vDQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W47No34FYVg/s320/pump9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Ed was cute little pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8T_dXUxfI/AAAAAAAAADs/twUSlmLG2u0/s1600-h/pump10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556459175658994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8T_dXUxfI/AAAAAAAAADs/twUSlmLG2u0/s320/pump10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Grandma Clark handed out apples with her candy and to my surprise Owen was more excited about the apple than the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8T5qDb-kI/AAAAAAAAADk/GTOvnpWjm1c/s1600-h/pump11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556359502690882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8T5qDb-kI/AAAAAAAAADk/GTOvnpWjm1c/s320/pump11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I'm sure you will admit that this is the cutest lion you will ever see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-7283643734497991101?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/7283643734497991101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7283643734497991101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7283643734497991101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Su8UfYYpz1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/a_4S7dtLTUk/s72-c/pump1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-7484147030650479341</id><published>2009-10-30T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:58:44.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SutvLbJzLNI/AAAAAAAAADc/8BOwH-l3_fk/s1600-h/day5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398530820391775442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SutvLbJzLNI/AAAAAAAAADc/8BOwH-l3_fk/s320/day5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are all the Reid cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SutvGK1-QfI/AAAAAAAAADU/xDqOXx-sJbQ/s1600-h/day4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398530730114302450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SutvGK1-QfI/AAAAAAAAADU/xDqOXx-sJbQ/s320/day4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398530671561389698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SutvCwt3toI/AAAAAAAAADM/NenNGQhrefI/s320/day3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen is lucky that so many people love him and want to have birthday parties for him. Saturday we went to Mom's and she gave him some presents.   We also went to Granny Reids for another party.  She made Owen an airplane cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398530047320019186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SutuebPIUPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YlsYIH7vn7A/s320/day1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398530500260346626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/Sutu4ykhOwI/AAAAAAAAADE/xk8qfOI162s/s320/day2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we played for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-7484147030650479341?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/7484147030650479341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7484147030650479341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7484147030650479341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-birthday-party.html' title='The Second Birthday Party'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/SutvLbJzLNI/AAAAAAAAADc/8BOwH-l3_fk/s72-c/day5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-3949379234363874074</id><published>2009-10-24T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:10:51.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed's OK!</title><content type='html'>Edgar went to the doctor and checked out ok!  we are so excited to know that in just a few more weeks he won't have any more problems with his breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bath time is more like play time at our house.  Owen brings his animals in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one at a time&lt;/span&gt; to the bath tub and since he has about twenty animals it takes a while.  Ed loves the water and kicks and smiles the whole time he his bathing.  Owen loves to help wash Ed.  I put some soap on O's hands and then he rubs it on Ed's belly.  After Ed is clean i get him out and Owen gets into the baby tub.  Then we wash Owen.  The whole experience takes about an hour and it is really fun. (i tried to upload the video of bath time, but it won't work so i will try again later.)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-3949379234363874074?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/3949379234363874074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/10/eds-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/3949379234363874074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/3949379234363874074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/10/eds-ok.html' title='Ed&apos;s OK!'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-981033789304103671</id><published>2009-10-20T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:59:50.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To'/><title type='text'>Owen's Ashton Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/St36asLmexI/AAAAAAAAACE/xP-9NMFpWpM/s1600-h/birth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394743265103084306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/St36asLmexI/AAAAAAAAACE/xP-9NMFpWpM/s320/birth1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/St36Qc4bvwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DjPRnUtId-U/s1600-h/birth4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394743089197465346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/St36Qc4bvwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DjPRnUtId-U/s320/birth4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday we had a birthday party for Owen, Colter, and Talon. There were 41 candles on the three cakes and that created a lot of smoke. We had to open a window. Owen got a semitruck from his dad, a rope and some candy from Grandpa, and toy lions from his mom. Zak brought him some goldfish and he ate them right up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow Ed has his checkup appointment for the laryngomalacia (his breathing problem). i think he is much better and will check out ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both the boys have had a terrible cough and are using a breathing machine, but it is helping and i am sure they will be better in no time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-981033789304103671?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/981033789304103671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/10/owens-ashton-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/981033789304103671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/981033789304103671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/10/owens-ashton-birthday-party.html' title='Owen&apos;s Ashton Birthday Party'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZEBFcHAcow/St36asLmexI/AAAAAAAAACE/xP-9NMFpWpM/s72-c/birth1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-7971644419405423470</id><published>2009-10-08T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:01:20.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest</title><content type='html'>Owen's life is ruled by tractors and trucks.  Luckily most of those things can be found just outside our house.  And even luckier is that Carson works with trucks and we get to visit him every day.  So i guess everything is good.  PS. Janell sure looks look driving truck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15f7f4573719e827" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15f7f4573719e827%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FA047BEA64EEAE84DAC7770C4E1A847E819C5FC.64A71AC8906692FC49973B85C0D9B6F026645C2D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15f7f4573719e827%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvs3ZRc7wUsEF4JmEeMBVfmexZMQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15f7f4573719e827%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FA047BEA64EEAE84DAC7770C4E1A847E819C5FC.64A71AC8906692FC49973B85C0D9B6F026645C2D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15f7f4573719e827%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvs3ZRc7wUsEF4JmEeMBVfmexZMQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-7971644419405423470?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/7971644419405423470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/10/harvest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7971644419405423470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7971644419405423470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/10/harvest.html' title='Harvest'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125337045030762463.post-7494314632616195217</id><published>2009-09-29T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:47:46.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!</title><content type='html'>I don't like blogs. Therefore be warned that this will &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;rarely be up to date. I am only doing this so our wonderful Tucker can have pictures of his great friend Owen. Do not expect great thoughts written on this blog, they will usually be random. Do not expect great spelling and know that if you ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; on how badly I spelled something you are no longer welcome to visit this blog. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125337045030762463-7494314632616195217?l=freethegoats214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/feeds/7494314632616195217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/09/warning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7494314632616195217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125337045030762463/posts/default/7494314632616195217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freethegoats214.blogspot.com/2009/09/warning.html' title='WARNING!'/><author><name>Carson, Julie, Owen, Edgar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454071353221493931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
