<?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-6181619397594067709</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:08:32.505-08:00</updated><category term='Derby'/><title type='text'>Justin &amp; Amy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>engbersons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667872138768581034</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181619397594067709.post-5584917580202774097</id><published>2009-08-19T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:54:14.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxwyLxTn2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZgHIVephQ2w/s1600-h/P1000830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371792463001526114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxwyLxTn2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZgHIVephQ2w/s400/P1000830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Branson's first day of Kindergarten!!  I had to go get him from the shop to get ready for school.  He wanted to wear his work clothes, but I convinced him to take a shower.   Some of the grease came off of his hands.  Then he decided it would be okay to wear his new Broncos shirt, even though he thinks it has lions on it.  He looked so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxwTzMyuII/AAAAAAAAAH8/UVvBdyH8u5s/s1600-h/P1000828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371791941009848450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxwTzMyuII/AAAAAAAAAH8/UVvBdyH8u5s/s400/P1000828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who could resist those fat ears?  I think Justin is going to miss Branson, even though he won't admit it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxvsLh9ItI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wR3x9hzRMb0/s1600-h/P1000823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371791260346294994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxvsLh9ItI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wR3x9hzRMb0/s400/P1000823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cowboy?!?  Carson is stoked to be sporting his new George Strait Wranglers, and the belt buckle he scored out of Justins drawer (those were the good ol days).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/Soxu1CmjDZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DUGW-PwaJuk/s1600-h/P1000821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371790313056832914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/Soxu1CmjDZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DUGW-PwaJuk/s400/P1000821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited.  A new year of school.  Off to the big 3rd grade.  Carson is ready to show Branson all of the ropes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxuJk0NwAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tGhota_gJ_U/s1600-h/P1000758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371789566326718466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxuJk0NwAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tGhota_gJ_U/s400/P1000758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson loved horse 4-H.  We finally found "Lilly" and it made a world of differnce to have a horse that he like to ride.  He can't wait until Justin thinks he is good enough at riding and ground roping to start team roping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxtIu_YnZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q21c-5ScstQ/s1600-h/P1000754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371788452366425490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxtIu_YnZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q21c-5ScstQ/s400/P1000754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Carson got all red ribbons.  Maybe if he could have remembered which person in the arena was the judge it would have helped him out.  Not to mention is ability to pay attention to everygthing going on in the world, except what he is supposed to be.  Oh well, he had fun and looked cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/Soxsc5UBGCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ne3JS4GT1oA/s1600-h/P1000814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371787699223074850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/Soxsc5UBGCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ne3JS4GT1oA/s400/P1000814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BEAST"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a pig?  This was the biggest pig of the bunch.  Our banker bought this pig.  And Carson wrote him a thank you note and told him that he  planned to use the money for college, and hoped Beast tasted yummy!  I bet he will have a repeat buyer next year.  Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxqI10ho7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/UqF0xo4DMNA/s1600-h/P1000812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371785155665044402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxqI10ho7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/UqF0xo4DMNA/s400/P1000812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better watch out or the pig will be named after you next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/Soxo9ICKS9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/6boCUab6x0k/s1600-h/P1000779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371783854884015058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/Soxo9ICKS9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/6boCUab6x0k/s400/P1000779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the calf that I thought Justin killed by dragging it around with the four wheeler.  But the little sucker did learn to lead, when it came back to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxoAS_xMRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tscG2_T24t0/s1600-h/P1000786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371782809854750994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxoAS_xMRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tscG2_T24t0/s400/P1000786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branson doesn't even care about his calf.  Other than it is fun to ride.  If you climb  up the fence a few rails and jump off, you can land on the calf and ride it.  Thats what Branson and his friends did right before the calf show.  And Branson wanted to have a "soft" calf.  So Carson shaved it for him.   It didn't really matter, as soon as he got in the ring he just wanted to play with the halter rope anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxnEksnnNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vg4XQ3vzbeU/s1600-h/P1000792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371781783814118610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxnEksnnNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vg4XQ3vzbeU/s400/P1000792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, Branson was most interested in riding the calf.  Payson thought it was great fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxmF4HE60I/AAAAAAAAAGs/EpVQEZWyDOU/s1600-h/P1000817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371780706693606210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxmF4HE60I/AAAAAAAAAGs/EpVQEZWyDOU/s400/P1000817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to a mans first fish.  Especially when he does it all by himself.  Just look at that smile, and those squinty, surprised eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6181619397594067709-5584917580202774097?l=lovelittleboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5584917580202774097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181619397594067709&amp;postID=5584917580202774097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/5584917580202774097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/5584917580202774097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time!!'/><author><name>engbersons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667872138768581034</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/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SoxwyLxTn2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZgHIVephQ2w/s72-c/P1000830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181619397594067709.post-456251648855141203</id><published>2009-04-19T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:52:51.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE LITTLE BOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SevivmZiauI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5M0A1XCXG04/s1600-h/P1000486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600291685133026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SevivmZiauI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5M0A1XCXG04/s400/P1000486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SeviTtt-5eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nhCqvAvfbXc/s1600-h/P1000497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326599812613596642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SeviTtt-5eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nhCqvAvfbXc/s400/P1000497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/Sevh4ojrBFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V19mw9WuUHA/s1600-h/P1000495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326599347371705426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/Sevh4ojrBFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V19mw9WuUHA/s400/P1000495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SevhVEM1AaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jFsn3IXKAC4/s1600-h/P1000481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326598736316793250" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SeveWLAnwQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EL5UMuwV46o/s400/P1000462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SevdwveEXZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A1VxYlVTo5o/s1600-h/P1000457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326594813741784466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SevdwveEXZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A1VxYlVTo5o/s400/P1000457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SevdPLK37NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/I1Kj8CJ14ug/s1600-h/P1000455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326594237061917906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SevdPLK37NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/I1Kj8CJ14ug/s400/P1000455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;/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/6181619397594067709-456251648855141203?l=lovelittleboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/feeds/456251648855141203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181619397594067709&amp;postID=456251648855141203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/456251648855141203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/456251648855141203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-little-boys.html' title='I LOVE LITTLE BOYS'/><author><name>engbersons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667872138768581034</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/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SevivmZiauI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5M0A1XCXG04/s72-c/P1000486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181619397594067709.post-5351194607730601306</id><published>2009-02-25T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:32:22.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYnzY8dUiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-1F4zD9t_X0/s1600-h/P1000422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306972974725550626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYnzY8dUiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-1F4zD9t_X0/s400/P1000422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Branson was in trouble today.  So he had to stand in the corner FOREVER!!  And he was thrilled to be there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYnQzMrSdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ue1oPDczsoU/s1600-h/P1000420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306972380477475282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYnQzMrSdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ue1oPDczsoU/s400/P1000420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After he got out he was a much nicer boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYmvJMAkQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B0DUBlJaVLA/s1600-h/P1000423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306971802264703234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYmvJMAkQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B0DUBlJaVLA/s400/P1000423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Carson's scout cake.  He made it with Justin.  It was funny to watch them make it.  Carson is sure that he is going to win first place.  I just hope we get this one back and not another kids cake.   We know this one is clean.  (After Branson licked the spatula we put it right in the dishwasher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYl7Eipr1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7NzyC3C_n90/s1600-h/P1000415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306970907664297810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYl7Eipr1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7NzyC3C_n90/s400/P1000415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Everybody 'wook' at He"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYlQZ1dUNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TUtfF6LW8_Y/s1600-h/P1000413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306970174645948626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYlQZ1dUNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TUtfF6LW8_Y/s400/P1000413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson and Branson wanted Payson to wear a tie on Sunday in a bad way.   What a stud muffin.  Justin had to pray in Sacrament Meeting, and I think he should have taken Payson to the pulpit with him.  Everybody would have loved looking at him.  Him is 'berry' cute!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181619397594067709-5351194607730601306?l=lovelittleboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5351194607730601306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181619397594067709&amp;postID=5351194607730601306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/5351194607730601306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/5351194607730601306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>engbersons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667872138768581034</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/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SaYnzY8dUiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-1F4zD9t_X0/s72-c/P1000422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181619397594067709.post-4354590335462324151</id><published>2009-02-02T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:52:17.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payson's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdpGZnfWyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F_uWobVTdiM/s1600-h/P1000407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298319045301328674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdpGZnfWyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F_uWobVTdiM/s400/P1000407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now he is a little-big boy!!  How sad to chop the fur.  I love it when little boys hair is long and shaggy and hanging over their ears.  But someone called Payson a girl, so I guess it was time.  He is still cute.  And I think his hair will look cutie biz in the summer when he gets tan and his hair is still so white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdmRCPheeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TsfqqIi2MHU/s1600-h/P1000409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298315929470466530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdmRCPheeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TsfqqIi2MHU/s400/P1000409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Payson is #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdkvfCWxxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iMQRucdhhxw/s1600-h/P1000406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298314253572687634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdkvfCWxxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iMQRucdhhxw/s400/P1000406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how long his hair was before the hair cut.  The boys love to make He into Alfalfa.  Carson did not want me to cut his hair.  It made it that much harder to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdjBPHo3QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-GrxEI0lFz0/s1600-h/P1000402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298312359514266882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdjBPHo3QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-GrxEI0lFz0/s400/P1000402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just had to get a few before shots of the cutie biz fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdhQcxGMYI/AAAAAAAAADs/jpkU9ZycT0I/s1600-h/P1000400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298310421852598658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdhQcxGMYI/AAAAAAAAADs/jpkU9ZycT0I/s400/P1000400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last picture of Payson being a baby.   Ok, he is 18 months old and probably not a baby anymore.  But we made it last as long as we could.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181619397594067709-4354590335462324151?l=lovelittleboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4354590335462324151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181619397594067709&amp;postID=4354590335462324151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/4354590335462324151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/4354590335462324151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/paysons-first-haircut.html' title='Payson&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>engbersons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667872138768581034</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/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SYdpGZnfWyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F_uWobVTdiM/s72-c/P1000407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181619397594067709.post-903703433238212769</id><published>2009-01-23T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:37:10.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derby'/><title type='text'>PINEWOOD DERBY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpgpE06YrI/AAAAAAAAADk/s5jVEd3nRm8/s1600-h/P1000396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294650570714014386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpgpE06YrI/AAAAAAAAADk/s5jVEd3nRm8/s400/P1000396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson wanted a "Sponge Bob" Pinewood Derby car.  And Justin was thrilled because he thought it would be easier to not have to carve a old fashioned pick-up.  Next year I think I will vote for more carving and less painting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpgJ_E9nuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Z-a-Zf6SrmA/s1600-h/P1000384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294650036594777826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpgJ_E9nuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Z-a-Zf6SrmA/s400/P1000384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here is Carson in his cool scout shirt (its the most expensive shirt that he owns, actually than any of us own)!!  Oh well, he loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpfiBy_XhI/AAAAAAAAADU/P-cenJap0UU/s1600-h/P1000389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294649350129933842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpfiBy_XhI/AAAAAAAAADU/P-cenJap0UU/s400/P1000389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you resist these cute little mugs??  Carson got 4th place in the Derby.  And he got 1st place in best paint job.  He thinks that he got first place overall.  We haven't had the heart to tell him different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpe5Wly9aI/AAAAAAAAADM/vj4Dt9XMz8Y/s1600-h/P1000395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294648651337102754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpe5Wly9aI/AAAAAAAAADM/vj4Dt9XMz8Y/s400/P1000395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning when I went to wake Carson up for school this is what I found.  They always sleep in the same bed, even though they have their own.  It took me so long to take pictures of them that Carson almost missed the bus.  It was worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpeK3qE3iI/AAAAAAAAADE/QScfeo1THnU/s1600-h/P1000369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294647852759572002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpeK3qE3iI/AAAAAAAAADE/QScfeo1THnU/s400/P1000369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Beast came to visit last week we decided to try making truffles.  And they turned out.  I will admit that I didn't eat any of the truffles with nuts on them at first.  I knew the boys wouldn't eat those, so I ate the other kinds first, so I could get some!!  They were yummy (and cute).&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181619397594067709-903703433238212769?l=lovelittleboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/feeds/903703433238212769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181619397594067709&amp;postID=903703433238212769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/903703433238212769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/903703433238212769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/pinewood-derby.html' title='PINEWOOD DERBY'/><author><name>engbersons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667872138768581034</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/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpgpE06YrI/AAAAAAAAADk/s5jVEd3nRm8/s72-c/P1000396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181619397594067709.post-1676640130891418059</id><published>2009-01-23T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:09:38.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carsons Baptism Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpaX059mZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xCmPhfwmpLM/s1600-h/P1000330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294643677312686482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpaX059mZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xCmPhfwmpLM/s400/P1000330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family on Carsons baptism day. It was such a fun day. Carson was so excited to be baptized. I can't believe that he is already 8 years old!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpWVxT1mHI/AAAAAAAAACs/aYjjCh_i2Ps/s1600-h/P1000333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294639243941222514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpWVxT1mHI/AAAAAAAAACs/aYjjCh_i2Ps/s400/P1000333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson is so lucky to have so many cousins!! He loved being able to see all of them. I think he such a good example to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpVsPIb1FI/AAAAAAAAACk/mpNgezEOaec/s1600-h/P1000369.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6181619397594067709-1676640130891418059?l=lovelittleboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1676640130891418059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181619397594067709&amp;postID=1676640130891418059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/1676640130891418059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/1676640130891418059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/carsons-baptism-day.html' title='Carsons Baptism Day'/><author><name>engbersons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667872138768581034</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/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SXpaX059mZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xCmPhfwmpLM/s72-c/P1000330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181619397594067709.post-4061355101527597652</id><published>2008-12-27T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:38:44.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVa3PnQo_mI/AAAAAAAAACU/m6SVuwYwakg/s1600-h/P1000282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284612691630554722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVa3PnQo_mI/AAAAAAAAACU/m6SVuwYwakg/s400/P1000282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before Christmas we went to Andy and Megans for a party.  We had some yummy stew and then the kids, including Justin and Megan, acted out the Nativity.  Carson was excited to be Joseph.  I think he especially liked pulling Mary (Grace) around on the donkey (rocking horse).  Of course, Branson was the cow.  What else would he be?  Payson had some wool pinned on him and he was supposed to be a sheep.  But he thought he needed to be in the cradle.  It was cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVa2WCPKaNI/AAAAAAAAACM/hE5qp7qvDek/s1600-h/P1000301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284611702439700690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVa2WCPKaNI/AAAAAAAAACM/hE5qp7qvDek/s400/P1000301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Christmas Eve it snowed about 9 inches.  Then on Christmas day the wind blew really hard.  That much snow and wind doesn't make a very good combination.  Justins phone started ringing at about 8:00 a.m.  The calf feeder was stuck.  Justins dad went to pull the calf feeder out and Loyd got stuck too.  So Justin had to go pull bring both of them to the dairy.  Then the milkers shift was changing so Justin had to drive the go get them and bring the to work, and take the other one home.  So he went to work until about 5:30 p.m.  It wasn't really what we had in mind for Chirstmas Day.  But thats how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donette, Justins mom, came over and saw the boys.  Branson got this Santa Claus costume for Christmas.  He told me on Halloween Day that he wanted to be Santa next year for Halloween.  And he loves to wear his cow costume so much I thought it would be nice for him to have some variety.  He keeps saying, "Come over here.  Sit on my lap.  What do you want for Christmas?"  It is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVa1njRSlbI/AAAAAAAAACE/b2pyWd2yl18/s1600-h/P1000305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284610903853143474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVa1njRSlbI/AAAAAAAAACE/b2pyWd2yl18/s320/P1000305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson the mighty hunter, in his cool new hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVa0_d1ubvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QL6jgSDCA34/s1600-h/P1000303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284610215200583410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVa0_d1ubvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QL6jgSDCA34/s320/P1000303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Cason shoots a pop can (which we had to go to the neighbors to find one, ha ha) ten times then he wants to start shooting birds.  We will see how that goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVau6QYtGUI/AAAAAAAAABU/4VeBDUeuQUw/s1600-h/P1000290.JPG"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284603528620087618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVau6QYtGUI/AAAAAAAAABU/4VeBDUeuQUw/s320/P1000290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Branson decided that he needed to put a present in my stocking on Christmas Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Christmas Day I was excited to find a blank paper, folded a million times!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVat86HSU9I/AAAAAAAAABM/zxAGAG1QzR0/s1600-h/P1000307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284602474669429714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVat86HSU9I/AAAAAAAAABM/zxAGAG1QzR0/s320/P1000307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Payson didn't finish opening his presents until the day after Christmas.  He was having too much fun playing with everyone elses toys.He finally go the hang of it.   Although he really didn't care what was in the box.  He loved the tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/6181619397594067709-4061355101527597652?l=lovelittleboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4061355101527597652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181619397594067709&amp;postID=4061355101527597652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/4061355101527597652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/4061355101527597652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='CHRISTMAS DAY'/><author><name>engbersons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667872138768581034</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/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/SVa3PnQo_mI/AAAAAAAAACU/m6SVuwYwakg/s72-c/P1000282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181619397594067709.post-7483335189852400529</id><published>2008-11-28T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:56:29.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Hunting!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our new day after Thanksgiving tradition is Christmas tree hunting.  We went to a canyon about an hour from our house.  Levi, Jessica, and Emily went with us.  This year we actually found some pretty good trees.  And we also worked off all of the pounds we gained yesterday.  Ok, not ALL of the pounds, but some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCsk1UjuQI/AAAAAAAAABE/EvNaRoLUiiI/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273904912439425282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCsk1UjuQI/AAAAAAAAABE/EvNaRoLUiiI/s320/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Break time!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCr9QfmGXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WItw2-bO3pk/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273904232538708338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCr9QfmGXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WItw2-bO3pk/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Only real men get to use the saw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCrfff5i1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xUMpygaJVEI/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273903721170438994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCrfff5i1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xUMpygaJVEI/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Only real men get to use the saw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCrGM43y2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/azYMY7bWWHY/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273903286678178658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCrGM43y2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/azYMY7bWWHY/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The cute couple on the tiny four wheeler".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCqnB0D9TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pSjwxJFYP-w/s1600-h/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273902751129269554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCqnB0D9TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pSjwxJFYP-w/s320/137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh man, what a Greaseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCqTswsnII/AAAAAAAAAAc/XZIn3v7t3QQ/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273902419060497538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCqTswsnII/AAAAAAAAAAc/XZIn3v7t3QQ/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a fun day!!  Now we are ready for Christmas!!&lt;br /&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/6181619397594067709-7483335189852400529?l=lovelittleboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7483335189852400529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181619397594067709&amp;postID=7483335189852400529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/7483335189852400529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181619397594067709/posts/default/7483335189852400529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelittleboys.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-tree-hunting.html' title='Christmas Tree Hunting!!'/><author><name>engbersons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667872138768581034</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/_C5Ix8GAH-XA/STCsk1UjuQI/AAAAAAAAABE/EvNaRoLUiiI/s72-c/118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
