<?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-3147014350817861292</id><updated>2011-10-20T11:17:22.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grady Bear</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-4361348365229399379</id><published>2011-10-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:48:58.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane and BIG, BIG Boat</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/-eCh2sfpW3yU/Toy7Q526dCI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iQG3HAwN57A/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCh2sfpW3yU/Toy7Q526dCI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iQG3HAwN57A/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104730781316130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waiting to get on the big airplane...I was sooo excited.  Even though it was 6a.m.!! I know my Mom wasn't very excited about it being 6am.&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hl0wwR48zRc/Toy7QDeo_0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/2vS1KyQicQk/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hl0wwR48zRc/Toy7QDeo_0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/2vS1KyQicQk/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104716183994178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Looking out the window one second.....&lt;/span&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/-k6RK9NG1Ibk/Toy7P12nrdI/AAAAAAAAA08/TxKJjcnVlD8/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6RK9NG1Ibk/Toy7P12nrdI/AAAAAAAAA08/TxKJjcnVlD8/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104712526474706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;asleep the next.  Mom was happy!!&lt;/span&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/-Fgybq-ow49s/Toy7PlYA0wI/AAAAAAAAA00/5zIZ9oQ9YCM/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fgybq-ow49s/Toy7PlYA0wI/AAAAAAAAA00/5zIZ9oQ9YCM/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104708103131906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Getting ready to get on the big, big boat.  I was sooo happy Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Cookie were coming too!! If only they could've brought my dog, Charlie.&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVXmckQOKrk/Toy61KCDdOI/AAAAAAAAA0s/xQnb7wFK9rU/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVXmckQOKrk/Toy61KCDdOI/AAAAAAAAA0s/xQnb7wFK9rU/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104254086673634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First stop, Costa Maya, Mexico.&lt;/span&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/-uF8Q5zyxuuU/Toy600ue7xI/AAAAAAAAA0k/93ltuIl29nU/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uF8Q5zyxuuU/Toy600ue7xI/AAAAAAAAA0k/93ltuIl29nU/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104248367443730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We went swimming in a really big pool.  Man, it was H.O.T. there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1d9BTwitWbE/Toy60OodRvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GhdpGD89LsU/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1d9BTwitWbE/Toy60OodRvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GhdpGD89LsU/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104238141622002" 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/-SPrPCY7WpoM/Toy6z63hYcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Cffredxfr8g/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPrPCY7WpoM/Toy6z63hYcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Cffredxfr8g/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104232836096450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, hot that Mom even got her hair wet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/-0qtOiNLW7WY/Toy6zo3hcOI/AAAAAAAAA0M/QvwN05YJqsw/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qtOiNLW7WY/Toy6zo3hcOI/AAAAAAAAA0M/QvwN05YJqsw/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104228004262114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The big, big boat in Costa Maya.&lt;/span&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/-ocCl9stzflg/Toy6T-X7A7I/AAAAAAAAA0E/v4eyT9MS5sU/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ocCl9stzflg/Toy6T-X7A7I/AAAAAAAAA0E/v4eyT9MS5sU/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103684021486514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After being with my Mom and Dad ALL DAY long I was begging them to go play with kids.  On the boat they had a kids club....now that was a blast and a half.  One night, they did face painting and I got a snake.  My Mom hates snakes and I think its funny when she screams.  But, my Mom thinks the snake on my face looks more like poop than a snake. She is SOOOO weird. I mean seriously, doesn't she see the tongue coming out of its mouth!! DUH!!&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6lXY6s43s6Y/Toy6Td8PrEI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Snc0cKvJWfc/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6lXY6s43s6Y/Toy6Td8PrEI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Snc0cKvJWfc/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103675315465282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Roatan Islands, Hondurus.  This was our favorite port.  It was sooo pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQJZ_L-4T_Q/Toy6TMh9yJI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Cbfu7-G55TE/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQJZ_L-4T_Q/Toy6TMh9yJI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Cbfu7-G55TE/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103670641838226" 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/-tbO-793sM1E/Toy6S1waztI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6UeFyp9zbIw/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbO-793sM1E/Toy6S1waztI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6UeFyp9zbIw/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103664528445138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The water was really warm...like a bath tub!!&lt;/span&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/-HFcmw66b-zY/Toy6ScjZdhI/AAAAAAAAAzk/EEZelL-Np54/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFcmw66b-zY/Toy6ScjZdhI/AAAAAAAAAzk/EEZelL-Np54/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103657762944530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Belize City, Belize.&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXcjF6rmZ-w/Toy5pTabhpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/PY7Czhq-Iq8/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXcjF6rmZ-w/Toy5pTabhpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/PY7Czhq-Iq8/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660102950934775442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mom, Dad and I went to the ruins in Belize.  I thought Costa Maya was hot...Belize was SCORCHING hot.  Mom says the heat sucks the life outta me. I fell asleep on the car ride to the ruins and on the boat back to the big, big boat. She thought this was funny because I rarely take a nap now even when I really should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmmhUtuoJtk/Toy5pKtm6GI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Eaxx8i8gdQE/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmmhUtuoJtk/Toy5pKtm6GI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Eaxx8i8gdQE/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660102948599294050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPAQTxBhF2o/Toy5o7eKOdI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TbPNqLVQVNs/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPAQTxBhF2o/Toy5o7eKOdI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TbPNqLVQVNs/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660102944507967954" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nC0eAu0TVi8/Toy5ohrpLuI/AAAAAAAAAzE/dOOtiBh5l8w/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nC0eAu0TVi8/Toy5ohrpLuI/AAAAAAAAAzE/dOOtiBh5l8w/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660102937585200866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some kid showed me a baby alligator at the ruins.  Mom was scared.  She's such a GIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/-ylJElGUuaaY/Toy5oTJkvyI/AAAAAAAAAy8/tMe9if2E9sE/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylJElGUuaaY/Toy5oTJkvyI/AAAAAAAAAy8/tMe9if2E9sE/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660102933684207394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the pool on the boat.  LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27eXWmHdrec/Toy4i1LnQFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/qiDI_QS9C34/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27eXWmHdrec/Toy4i1LnQFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/qiDI_QS9C34/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660101740228722770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zghA4gkyIlg/Toy4iad_ioI/AAAAAAAAAys/F7bczETSN0I/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zghA4gkyIlg/Toy4iad_ioI/AAAAAAAAAys/F7bczETSN0I/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660101733058054786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kA1j1OU5pm0/Toy4iIMD9II/AAAAAAAAAyk/6wO_JFqcJ3I/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kA1j1OU5pm0/Toy4iIMD9II/AAAAAAAAAyk/6wO_JFqcJ3I/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660101728151008386" 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/-UCvjMNcyP6M/Toy4h9rmChI/AAAAAAAAAyc/fa1Jnas7vEM/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCvjMNcyP6M/Toy4h9rmChI/AAAAAAAAAyc/fa1Jnas7vEM/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660101725330475538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;See, the heat drains me.  I don't sleep on my Mom unless I'm sick.  I wasn't sick, I was just pooped.  And, man is my Mom comfy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJL2GcKBLcY/Toy4hqpTNYI/AAAAAAAAAyU/M7umDqiuXbk/s1600/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJL2GcKBLcY/Toy4hqpTNYI/AAAAAAAAAyU/M7umDqiuXbk/s320/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660101720220579202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And, that was our vacation.  It was a ton of fun!! I even heard my Mom and Dad talking about a Disney cruise!! Now, THAT would be F.U.N.!!&lt;/span&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/3147014350817861292-4361348365229399379?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4361348365229399379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=4361348365229399379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4361348365229399379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4361348365229399379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2011/10/airplane-and-big-big-boat.html' title='Airplane and BIG, BIG Boat'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCh2sfpW3yU/Toy7Q526dCI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iQG3HAwN57A/s72-c/Western%2BCarribean%2BCruise%2B2011%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-3162541145986078222</id><published>2011-10-05T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:59:34.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July to September...I'll Let the Pictures Do The Talking</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/-8S3o-hUUHno/ToyxIQMf7xI/AAAAAAAAAyM/KLjwcP1_xg8/s1600/grady%2Bbounce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8S3o-hUUHno/ToyxIQMf7xI/AAAAAAAAAyM/KLjwcP1_xg8/s320/grady%2Bbounce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660093587042332434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of course, my Mom and I uploaded out of order.  This goes from September to July.  This is my 3rd birthday party.  I had a SPIDERMAN BOUNCE HOUSE!! I was for sure the coolest kid on the block!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vh58tgNqQAs/ToyxIXMSpJI/AAAAAAAAAyE/bIMIn_oDm6o/s1600/grady%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vh58tgNqQAs/ToyxIXMSpJI/AAAAAAAAAyE/bIMIn_oDm6o/s320/grady%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660093588920509586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YvtquJU4JrE/ToyxIOM-FRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/n02-5Tpi3fE/s1600/grady%2B3rd%2Bbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YvtquJU4JrE/ToyxIOM-FRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/n02-5Tpi3fE/s320/grady%2B3rd%2Bbday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660093586507437330" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moPuz2nxssM/ToyxH1FAZ5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/-k_jeYwD694/s1600/grady%2B3rd%2Bbday%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moPuz2nxssM/ToyxH1FAZ5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/-k_jeYwD694/s320/grady%2B3rd%2Bbday%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660093579763148690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm showing my woman, Eden, how to work my new bubble blower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qir2ZbHlGuU/ToyxHq-iGNI/AAAAAAAAAxs/LXUqtxT3AW8/s1600/grady%2B3rd%2Bbday%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qir2ZbHlGuU/ToyxHq-iGNI/AAAAAAAAAxs/LXUqtxT3AW8/s320/grady%2B3rd%2Bbday%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660093577051642066" 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/-yfHCnObKgQs/ToywioZQESI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_d4TVRIxAL0/s1600/grady%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yfHCnObKgQs/ToywioZQESI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_d4TVRIxAL0/s320/grady%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092940703240482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mom and me at the San Diego Zoo &lt;/span&gt;(again)....this time we went on the bus tour.&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/-Eu_ZAWoWbiw/Toywibfi0JI/AAAAAAAAAxc/cIcixXiq9Us/s1600/grady%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eu_ZAWoWbiw/Toywibfi0JI/AAAAAAAAAxc/cIcixXiq9Us/s320/grady%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092937239974034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After a trip to the beach...I think I'm pretty cool with my sunglasses on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtSQ07O_BTw/Toywh9Zn-mI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_41YxJAzsU4/s1600/grady%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtSQ07O_BTw/Toywh9Zn-mI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_41YxJAzsU4/s320/grady%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092929162082914" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcmIVc6OSIc/ToywhtoVBbI/AAAAAAAAAxM/nfG3-KRkrwc/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcmIVc6OSIc/ToywhtoVBbI/AAAAAAAAAxM/nfG3-KRkrwc/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092924928787890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me and my girls (that's what I call 'em) on my Mom's birthday.&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze5bPsD8EyY/ToywhWOuk-I/AAAAAAAAAxE/UP3ZACt-Pjk/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze5bPsD8EyY/ToywhWOuk-I/AAAAAAAAAxE/UP3ZACt-Pjk/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092918647395298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My friends, Vaughn and Ewan. We had a good time at the beach.  Did you know that they like superheros just as much as I do? My Mom thought it was so cute when she heard us talking about our favorites.  She's so wierd! &lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0Jrrbtn45g/Toyv3czmFzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/te1mrLokv6s/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0Jrrbtn45g/Toyv3czmFzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/te1mrLokv6s/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092198858135346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Another beach day.....look at all those girls!!! Good thing Vaughn and Ewan were there because I would really be outnumbered.  Beau was there, but he just sat on his Mom's lap...Mom was jealous...she says those were "the good old days" when I'd stay in one spot.  &lt;/span&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/-tKRZIkPiA7Q/Toyv3IiBVuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/itj7vPKWWXY/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKRZIkPiA7Q/Toyv3IiBVuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/itj7vPKWWXY/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092193415714530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My SpongeBob pool at Papa Cookie's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSN1mJn_V9g/Toyv2sY6QhI/AAAAAAAAAws/NkNvdEeCIYM/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B126.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/-zSN1mJn_V9g/Toyv2sY6QhI/AAAAAAAAAws/NkNvdEeCIYM/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092185861308946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wMlLMDIiOL0/Toyv14WNzeI/AAAAAAAAAwc/fFTOIuOlg5I/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B121.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/-wMlLMDIiOL0/Toyv14WNzeI/AAAAAAAAAwc/fFTOIuOlg5I/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092171891363298" 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/-aqiQZdDfSGM/ToyvQQbPN3I/AAAAAAAAAwU/pMPcp4VdqY4/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B115.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/-aqiQZdDfSGM/ToyvQQbPN3I/AAAAAAAAAwU/pMPcp4VdqY4/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660091525519849330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My cousins, Simon and Helene, came to visit me for one whole week!! I was soo happy to see them.  We sure had a lot of fun and I got to stay up late every night....just like I was a big kid.&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtgvgUqp1lo/ToyvQHALz_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/s6uF0MI7LQc/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtgvgUqp1lo/ToyvQHALz_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/s6uF0MI7LQc/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660091522990460914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mom just thinks I'm so cute!&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JbfixnwS8M0/ToyvPz6JQqI/AAAAAAAAAwE/EsC2LsMdAQM/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B092.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/-JbfixnwS8M0/ToyvPz6JQqI/AAAAAAAAAwE/EsC2LsMdAQM/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660091517864854178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My other cousins, James and Patrick, also came to play with me.  We went on the slip and slide in the backyard.  Now that was a blast!! James had a broken elbow that's why they put a plastic bag over his arm so he could play with me.  I sure miss my James and Patrick.  I LOVE wrestling with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSk1pgCrfGU/ToyvPL9gjQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Wa7tUsgc9Vk/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B078.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/-ZSk1pgCrfGU/ToyvPL9gjQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Wa7tUsgc9Vk/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660091507141545218" 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/-p5j_P4ZpXYc/ToyvOyBme6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/615vT9f3Ouc/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5j_P4ZpXYc/ToyvOyBme6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/615vT9f3Ouc/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660091500179389346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mom says this is me and Eden's future engagement picture.  What does that mean?  She is seriously soo weird it's almost embarrassing.&lt;/span&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/-wv9B_SBvIjA/ToyuKBP23lI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KKvspO3Hk44/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wv9B_SBvIjA/ToyuKBP23lI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KKvspO3Hk44/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660090318854741586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was nice and let Patrick play with my Eden at the beach.  I was too busy harassing my Mom to care too much.&lt;/span&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/-KFg_47dfQf0/ToyuJ9frmqI/AAAAAAAAAvk/be_zpmquw5Y/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFg_47dfQf0/ToyuJ9frmqI/AAAAAAAAAvk/be_zpmquw5Y/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660090317847370402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took swimming lessons this summer WITHOUT my Mom this year.  My teacher's name was Janae.  She was awesome.  I miss her.  She taught me how to float on my back and how to swim to the side.  I can't wait to see her again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/-6DI1eiQThUU/ToyuJtTS_CI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Mbss2bWjUUE/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B049.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/-6DI1eiQThUU/ToyuJtTS_CI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Mbss2bWjUUE/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660090313500458018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to conquer the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/-MaLXxXNpZuY/ToyuJVvMT-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/20939f_4138/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MaLXxXNpZuY/ToyuJVvMT-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/20939f_4138/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660090307175010274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love churros.  Especially after swimming.&lt;/span&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/-ZZIH2eCO7zc/ToyuIyAnqII/AAAAAAAAAvM/ATe-LBnF4i4/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZIH2eCO7zc/ToyuIyAnqII/AAAAAAAAAvM/ATe-LBnF4i4/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660090297584429186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me and Dad at the beach on the 4th of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I--aIUQngzo/ToytTqd4eSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-d2U-RKLf0A/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I--aIUQngzo/ToytTqd4eSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-d2U-RKLf0A/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660089385026615586" 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/-6X-iF08BsxE/ToytS6SVvDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/y1-9u33cIaE/s1600/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B016.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/-6X-iF08BsxE/ToytS6SVvDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/y1-9u33cIaE/s320/summer%2Bphone%2Bpics%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660089372093299762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Swimming at Marmebum and Zach's pool.&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oUQXqiy9RM/ToytSTj7G7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/QU92RgZeEGQ/s1600/cousins%2Band%2Bhouses%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oUQXqiy9RM/ToytSTj7G7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/QU92RgZeEGQ/s320/cousins%2Band%2Bhouses%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660089361698069426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My King cousins came to visit me too....TWICE!! Mom and I met them up in Agoura a few days and then they came back for my birthday party.  That made my whole entire birthday totally awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WRSJgIZEzY/ToytSF1LHwI/AAAAAAAAAus/EQ74Rw8QNsM/s1600/cousins%2Band%2Bhouses%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WRSJgIZEzY/ToytSF1LHwI/AAAAAAAAAus/EQ74Rw8QNsM/s320/cousins%2Band%2Bhouses%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660089358012325634" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZgDnN9aPLk/ToytR_KUTXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XA78xBuYWtA/s1600/cousins%2Band%2Bhouses%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZgDnN9aPLk/ToytR_KUTXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XA78xBuYWtA/s320/cousins%2Band%2Bhouses%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660089356221959538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stay tuned cuz my Mom and I are already uploading picture on my blog from our 10 day vacation!! That's right 10 days!! I got to go on an airplane and a big, big boat.  We had soo much fun....and my Papa Cookie and Dam-ma (Grandma) came too.  I was sad that I had to leave my dog, Charlie, but it was worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-3162541145986078222?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3162541145986078222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=3162541145986078222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3162541145986078222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3162541145986078222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2011/10/july-to-septemberill-let-pictures-do.html' title='July to September...I&apos;ll Let the Pictures Do The Talking'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8S3o-hUUHno/ToyxIQMf7xI/AAAAAAAAAyM/KLjwcP1_xg8/s72-c/grady%2Bbounce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-187919043144538507</id><published>2011-06-27T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:26:06.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Says.....</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/-8GrylUSXmso/Tgli8HaXT9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WuPXAKe2Z-E/s1600/gradybug%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GrylUSXmso/Tgli8HaXT9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WuPXAKe2Z-E/s320/gradybug%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623134394670075858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really funny AND really cute.  She laughs at me all the time.&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/3147014350817861292-187919043144538507?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/187919043144538507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=187919043144538507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/187919043144538507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/187919043144538507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2011/06/mom-says.html' title='Mom Says.....'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GrylUSXmso/Tgli8HaXT9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WuPXAKe2Z-E/s72-c/gradybug%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-949595410536172025</id><published>2011-05-31T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:18:27.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Let The Pictures Do The Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As usual my pictures are all out of whack...but deal with it!  Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but its my Mom's fault...as usual.  She's done with school now for the summer.  She's pretty excited.  But, I'm wondering that since school is done does that mean that "Fun Friday With Mom" is done too? Anyway, here's what I've been up to.&lt;/span&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/-dgNHISssqAo/TeXV0dSGvlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/052p7wNZdKQ/s1600/phone%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgNHISssqAo/TeXV0dSGvlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/052p7wNZdKQ/s320/phone%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613127607777672786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to go to Disneyland with Maremebum and Yak a couple of times! It was sooo much fun.  Mom had A LOT of studying to do the past month so Maremebum asked Mom if she and Yak could take me to the Happiest Place on Earth....of course she said yes.  I love Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVqjRwJ94YY/TeXV0I_HMaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/8-LkouxFdA4/s1600/phone%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVqjRwJ94YY/TeXV0I_HMaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/8-LkouxFdA4/s320/phone%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613127602329301410" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LfvhHUaq6Es/TeXVz6u3O7I/AAAAAAAAAt4/o06rtG0kS-o/s1600/phone%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LfvhHUaq6Es/TeXVz6u3O7I/AAAAAAAAAt4/o06rtG0kS-o/s320/phone%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613127598503050162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad met at the beach to do "the switch".  Mom had to go to school so they met at the beach to do the switcheroo.  Dad let me run around half nekid.  I love my Dad.&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/-ltPeAPvgS5s/TeXVOGhZ7ZI/AAAAAAAAAtw/bJ9quBJSe9M/s1600/grady%2526jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltPeAPvgS5s/TeXVOGhZ7ZI/AAAAAAAAAtw/bJ9quBJSe9M/s320/grady%2526jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613126948832800146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin Jack and me.  This is on Mother's Day.  We met at a park, ate some dinner and Jack and I played until we were pooped.  My Mom says that's a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/-echWW6fbW2Q/TeXUxZAxtTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2BNl1Iessb0/s1600/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-echWW6fbW2Q/TeXUxZAxtTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2BNl1Iessb0/s320/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613126455580013874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is on Easter...I love Easter egg hunts.  Those are f.u.n.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7p_zPh7eMY/TeXUxBO8kEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/wq452Qr3QAA/s1600/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7p_zPh7eMY/TeXUxBO8kEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/wq452Qr3QAA/s320/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613126449196994626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FrD0BrgS7mU/TeXUwjrZVrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/mgtNa3VR7CQ/s1600/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FrD0BrgS7mU/TeXUwjrZVrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/mgtNa3VR7CQ/s320/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613126441263257266" 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/-jBk1i67YpMQ/TeXUwe9kIYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mCInVnk0mT8/s1600/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBk1i67YpMQ/TeXUwe9kIYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mCInVnk0mT8/s320/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613126439997284738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to go to the San Diego Zoo with my blondies.  It's actually for Ivy's birthday.  That's Ivy in the picture above.  Cute huh? I've got good taste, what can I say?&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/-12A-PGC5yQ4/TeXUCMF14_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/tq4o6IVs7t4/s1600/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12A-PGC5yQ4/TeXUCMF14_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/tq4o6IVs7t4/s320/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613125644657746930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blondies.&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/-QKX4Gw9cz7w/TeXUBwMygcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/eBMKCDwT5v8/s1600/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKX4Gw9cz7w/TeXUBwMygcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/eBMKCDwT5v8/s320/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613125637170692546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom making out with me....seriously, the woman doesn't stop.  She would smooch me all day long if I let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gga41Q5EOBs/TeXUBqX789I/AAAAAAAAAsw/gPQyWo_-r9I/s1600/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gga41Q5EOBs/TeXUBqX789I/AAAAAAAAAsw/gPQyWo_-r9I/s320/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613125635606836178" 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/-G3nv51K713M/TeXUBdUANHI/AAAAAAAAAso/r2BPagFk8Jo/s1600/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3nv51K713M/TeXUBdUANHI/AAAAAAAAAso/r2BPagFk8Jo/s320/sd%2Bzoo%2B%2526%2Bhouses%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613125632100676722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eden and I watching the rhinos "play".&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/-zKusJmyKQIw/TeXTaDToFNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Q1457kUd34M/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zKusJmyKQIw/TeXTaDToFNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Q1457kUd34M/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613124955104875730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is actually at the LA Zoo.  I got to meet Kensley there.  Our Mom's were there (duh), cuz we don't know how to drive yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZtMLgtUVSk/TeXTZ-xxHeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/8QyAGruzkrI/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZtMLgtUVSk/TeXTZ-xxHeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/8QyAGruzkrI/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613124953889119714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-avKFfTuyRek/TeXTZjdAJXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fmd5Up7R4Y4/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-avKFfTuyRek/TeXTZjdAJXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fmd5Up7R4Y4/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613124946554266994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-949595410536172025?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/949595410536172025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=949595410536172025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/949595410536172025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/949595410536172025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-let-pictures-do-talking.html' title='I&apos;ll Let The Pictures Do The Talking'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgNHISssqAo/TeXV0dSGvlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/052p7wNZdKQ/s72-c/phone%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-8108700831512639465</id><published>2011-03-30T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:15:15.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qas5koaZTAU/TZQXud0ikCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/UBsMbzDWFX4/s1600/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qas5koaZTAU/TZQXud0ikCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/UBsMbzDWFX4/s320/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590119124520046626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom is on her Spring Break so I get to do a lot of stuff with her this week.  Just about every second of my life is with my Mom.  She's great and all, but my Dad is where the f.u.n. is at!! Daddy took a day off of work to go to Disneyland with Mom and me.  I was soooo excited that Dad got to come too. We spent more than half the day there = BEST DAY EVER (well, at least so far this week).  My pictures are out of order so Mom says I need to explain the one above.  We were at downtown disney and I was dancing....I was entertaining the masses.....as usual.&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/-zTbMqFv2W-8/TZQXt9d7HSI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zjTH8Fit8w8/s1600/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTbMqFv2W-8/TZQXt9d7HSI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zjTH8Fit8w8/s320/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590119115835252002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of my dance routine....stompin my foot.&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/-yqa-kvlAL2w/TZQXT-TG4SI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2LqXAHpkRR0/s1600/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqa-kvlAL2w/TZQXT-TG4SI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2LqXAHpkRR0/s320/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590118669381722402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqToyFdI2b4/TZQXTfAXOJI/AAAAAAAAArw/DJF3yAqp1S0/s1600/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqToyFdI2b4/TZQXTfAXOJI/AAAAAAAAArw/DJF3yAqp1S0/s320/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590118660981602450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom LOVES this picture.&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/-DupovVxMxAo/TZQXCmr-OWI/AAAAAAAAAro/me35FANChVM/s1600/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DupovVxMxAo/TZQXCmr-OWI/AAAAAAAAAro/me35FANChVM/s320/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590118370985785698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad teaching me how to play the "gun" game.  Mom says Papa Bob (I call him "Bob Bob") would love this picture.&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/-YWJNMo9g8fs/TZQXCe-OtQI/AAAAAAAAArg/qOQQvf-SWXo/s1600/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWJNMo9g8fs/TZQXCe-OtQI/AAAAAAAAArg/qOQQvf-SWXo/s320/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590118368914879746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually tolerated being by Tigger....I like to see these overstuffed characters from far away, but up close they usually freak me 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4_li_uUvlk/TZQWuhUeZ3I/AAAAAAAAArY/wqLzJ2ZVns0/s1600/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4_li_uUvlk/TZQWuhUeZ3I/AAAAAAAAArY/wqLzJ2ZVns0/s320/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590118025947670386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even gave Pooh a high five and tickled him!!&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/-Hhw_gj4FEjg/TZQWuEpMOAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ahrDs85AHRI/s1600/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhw_gj4FEjg/TZQWuEpMOAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ahrDs85AHRI/s320/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590118018249930754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best buddy (my Dad) and me.  Mom LOVES this picture too.  She's sooo mushy!!&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/-slNgBEGTF00/TZQWbs3jpEI/AAAAAAAAArI/1LXTqa6uOdM/s1600/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slNgBEGTF00/TZQWbs3jpEI/AAAAAAAAArI/1LXTqa6uOdM/s320/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590117702630089794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom only has a few days left of her spring break and I heard her trying to talk Dad into going to the San Diego Zoo on Saturday.  I know that if I said "peeez Daddy", we'll be going for sure.  He's more of a sucker for my shenanigans than my Mom is.  He is a softy.  That's why he's my bestie.&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/3147014350817861292-8108700831512639465?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8108700831512639465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=8108700831512639465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8108700831512639465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8108700831512639465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2011/03/mamas-spring-break.html' title='Mama&apos;s Spring Break'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qas5koaZTAU/TZQXud0ikCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/UBsMbzDWFX4/s72-c/D-land%2Bduring%2Bspring%2Bbreak%2B2011%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-1036154279330066904</id><published>2011-03-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:42:49.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34QyGZLE8c0/TYL0_HG5HbI/AAAAAAAAArA/FUt93PHbaPE/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34QyGZLE8c0/TYL0_HG5HbI/AAAAAAAAArA/FUt93PHbaPE/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585295852969729458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom says we need to wish everyone a happy St. Patrick's Day.  I don't know why.  We didn't do anything special today.  But, she says with a name like Grady McMorrow....you gotta wish everyone a happy St. Patrick's Day.  I don't even know why there's a St. Patrick's Day.  Mom says it gives everyone a reason to wear green and drink Shamrock shakes from McDonald's.  If that's the case it should be St. Patrick's Day every day.  For some reason I think Mom's just making up another story cuz she doesn't even know why there's a St. Patrick's Day.  Knowing her she's probably in the other room asking my Dad (the human encyclopedia) why there's a St. Patrick's Day, while she makes me sit here and b.l.o.g..  Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also says I needed to upload a bunch of pictures, but as usual, they are all out of order.&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/-VZ5SB0YvwKo/TYL0-r3kqyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UOjReU13w74/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ5SB0YvwKo/TYL0-r3kqyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UOjReU13w74/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585295845657717538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Papa Cookie.  Since Mom started school again that means that I get to spend more time with my grandparents.  I LOVE that.  That's the best part of Mom being in school.  Extra time with my Papa....and Grandma too.&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/-3zjOggk9OMI/TYL0-fIefGI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Kr1A_twMxyI/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B014.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/-3zjOggk9OMI/TYL0-fIefGI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Kr1A_twMxyI/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585295842238954594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Papa Boo.  Grandma found us sleeping when she got home from work one day.  Apparently, we were tired.  Papa Boo plays with me for an hour before Grandma comes home from work to feed me and play with me until my Daddy comes home.&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/-SuV86QAymCY/TYL0-b6CRKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KnpkHOsMPB8/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuV86QAymCY/TYL0-b6CRKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KnpkHOsMPB8/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585295841373078690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some of my Kesler cousins.  The biggest one is Ryan, then Tyler and Kyle.  They came to California for their spring break.  We are at Disneyland here.  The best part was that Mom dropped me off at Disneyland and then she left.  I got to goof off with my cousins without Mom trying to tell me to be a "nice boy".  If I had a penny for every time she said that to me, I'd be able to buy my OWN candy with my OWN money.&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/-PT2yenoG2oA/TYL0qrl-8HI/AAAAAAAAAqg/2we-_xB--LY/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PT2yenoG2oA/TYL0qrl-8HI/AAAAAAAAAqg/2we-_xB--LY/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585295501986558066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my cousins again.  I don't know exactly what we were doing but it was fun.  We got to wrestle on the grass and I love to wrestle.....and to run. &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/-g7QyHPNmlVo/TYL0qS9PD6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/exPmpGO1sZY/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7QyHPNmlVo/TYL0qS9PD6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/exPmpGO1sZY/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585295495373197218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More running.  Mom kept saying "run Forrest run!"  I don't know why she kept saying that....my name is Grady.  I'm her only kid so I don't know why she was calling me the wrong name. Duh, Mom!! She really is losing it.&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/-z7MuSVRWUxg/TYL0qG8IP3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/aLwy_Xc39N0/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7MuSVRWUxg/TYL0qG8IP3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/aLwy_Xc39N0/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585295492147330930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Papa and Mama Cookie watch me they like to take me to El Pollo Loco for dinner.  Now that's some good eats.  This is me acting like a dog.  More specifically, Maggie.&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/-z1teCVoBRqg/TYL0p_vk1aI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OszZx0iGHDQ/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z1teCVoBRqg/TYL0p_vk1aI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OszZx0iGHDQ/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585295490215630242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being cute.  It's not hard.  I just smile and it melts my Mom.  But, shhh don't tell her I already figured that 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itb9xKVAOZA/TYL0LADhiFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/XDh5W-jXrSk/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itb9xKVAOZA/TYL0LADhiFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/XDh5W-jXrSk/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585294957723355218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad loves it when I do this.  He thinks its soo funny.  I do this when I don't want my Mom to look at me or if I just want her to go away.  But, when I open my eyes....she's still there.&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/-3-immVBGodw/TYL0KzsidoI/AAAAAAAAApw/PWveMIlPtUM/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-immVBGodw/TYL0KzsidoI/AAAAAAAAApw/PWveMIlPtUM/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585294954405721730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom holding me at Aunt Maremebum's wedding.  I was recovering from being sick.  I didn't want to be in any pictures.  So, I wasn't.....for the most part.&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/-6YHlbyeyOBY/TYL0KmEiqrI/AAAAAAAAApo/Q1HOAkGOObU/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6YHlbyeyOBY/TYL0KmEiqrI/AAAAAAAAApo/Q1HOAkGOObU/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585294950748302002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad took me on the rocket ride at Disneyland.  It was fun, but it was a little scary cuz you go up high.  But, I wasn't too scared cuz Dad was with 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X71W4RZ2dZw/TYL0KTxH14I/AAAAAAAAApg/9FmVgKz3yFc/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X71W4RZ2dZw/TYL0KTxH14I/AAAAAAAAApg/9FmVgKz3yFc/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585294945835014018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why Mom always takes pictures of me sleeping....how boring.  But, she said I needed to put this one up cuz I'm just so darn cute......and I'm sleeping. &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/-9opfHF-oWBM/TYL0KXzzkoI/AAAAAAAAApY/_gz9KGzgKIc/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9opfHF-oWBM/TYL0KXzzkoI/AAAAAAAAApY/_gz9KGzgKIc/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585294946920010370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing we did when the Kesler cousins were in town was the racetrack.  I couldn't ride in the cars cuz I was too small but I could sit in them.  I got to play video games with my Dad instead.  Now that is a good time!! I wish my cousins lived closer....I would be in heaven and so would my Mom!! &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/3147014350817861292-1036154279330066904?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1036154279330066904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=1036154279330066904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1036154279330066904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1036154279330066904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34QyGZLE8c0/TYL0_HG5HbI/AAAAAAAAArA/FUt93PHbaPE/s72-c/phone%2Bpics%2B044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-3589430195350312808</id><published>2011-02-28T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:55:40.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Was BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygFmCxArgVQ/TWyIwvSVTtI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qRzWdLWRMLA/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygFmCxArgVQ/TWyIwvSVTtI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qRzWdLWRMLA/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578984409313660626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got the flu 2 days before Aunt Maremebum got married to Yak.  I was miserable.  Miserable enough I wanted to cuddle ALL THE TIME.  My Mom was in heaven.  After the flu I got a cold and the cold brought on an awesome ear infection.  I'm back to normal now 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6kjeRK358/TWyIwMcVghI/AAAAAAAAApI/KldVznM7X4Q/s1600/phone%2Bpics%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ci6kjeRK358/TWyIwMcVghI/AAAAAAAAApI/KldVznM7X4Q/s320/phone%2Bpics%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578984399960375826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom says I had to upload this picture because I'm so handsome.&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/-Y6ZbCGXvt6U/TWyIv2rYuzI/AAAAAAAAApA/YbhajnWqW0o/s1600/mary%2527s%2Bwedding%2Bcrap%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6ZbCGXvt6U/TWyIv2rYuzI/AAAAAAAAApA/YbhajnWqW0o/s320/mary%2527s%2Bwedding%2Bcrap%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578984394117921586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me at Aunt Maremebum's wedding.  Mom bought me a cool bowtie.  I actually don't mind wearing it.  It has skulls and crossbones on it so I call it "Monter" (Monster) or "Yo yo pi" (pirates).  I can't make up my mind which I prefer.  Mom says I'm very handsome in this picture too.  What can I say??....I've got good genetics:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom started school this month so she is running around crazier than usual.  She said she'd try to help me upload more cute pictures of me soon.&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/3147014350817861292-3589430195350312808?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3589430195350312808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=3589430195350312808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3589430195350312808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3589430195350312808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-was-busy.html' title='February Was BUSY'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygFmCxArgVQ/TWyIwvSVTtI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qRzWdLWRMLA/s72-c/phone%2Bpics%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-1286715186243409758</id><published>2011-01-01T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:15:18.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised.....</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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIiyZKTRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Qac-gYKIEsQ/s1600/gfm%2B269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIiyZKTRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Qac-gYKIEsQ/s320/gfm%2B269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557451333911072018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I uploaded my pictures in the wrong sequence, but oh well.  This picture is my Dad trying to teach me how to play poker on New Year's Eve.  I was really really tired.  Mom had to take me home at 10:30....there was NO WAY I was gonna last until midnight!! Crazy parents.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIi7gCI2I/AAAAAAAAAos/5w2rVHKISVc/s1600/gfm%2B254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIi7gCI2I/AAAAAAAAAos/5w2rVHKISVc/s320/gfm%2B254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557451336355816290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a Mr. Potato Head for Christmas.  It keeps me entertained for a very long time.  My Mom loves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIihxymeI/AAAAAAAAAok/b_Jz0vuiZmM/s1600/gfm%2B253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIihxymeI/AAAAAAAAAok/b_Jz0vuiZmM/s320/gfm%2B253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557451329450973666" 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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIiFKArQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ixjn0VEES1Y/s1600/gfm%2B250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIiFKArQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ixjn0VEES1Y/s320/gfm%2B250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557451321767931138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Mom and Dad in our hooha (monkey) pajamas on Christmas morning.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIhwvxCuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/-zMcHvQThgM/s1600/gfm%2B248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIhwvxCuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/-zMcHvQThgM/s320/gfm%2B248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557451316289145570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa Claus brought me a tricycle and a harmonica.  I LOVE them both equally.  The harmonica is to drive my parents nuts with, but surprisingly it doesn't.  They think I'm really good.  But, it really drives my Aunt Mareme bum crazy....so I play more when she's around.&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/3147014350817861292-1286715186243409758?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1286715186243409758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=1286715186243409758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1286715186243409758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1286715186243409758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-promised.html' title='As Promised.....'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TSAIiyZKTRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Qac-gYKIEsQ/s72-c/gfm%2B269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-4537003287177660218</id><published>2010-12-31T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:18:59.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>So, my Mom and I can't believe it's the last day of the year! Mom says we're gonna celebrate by having a par-Tay tonight! I'm pretty excited cuz that means KIDS!!! I told Mom that we needed to hurry up and post something otherwise we won't have anything on here for the month of December......what losers! Mom says we PROMISE to upload a million pictures tomorrow. Until then......Happy New Year and I'll see you next year!! That's soo funny to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-4537003287177660218?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4537003287177660218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=4537003287177660218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4537003287177660218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4537003287177660218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-822442337411908937</id><published>2010-11-10T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:05:29.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; "Hat"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TNuGEGjln7I/AAAAAAAAAng/58QIs1T7GpU/s1600/jax%2527s%2Bblessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TNuGEGjln7I/AAAAAAAAAng/58QIs1T7GpU/s320/jax%2527s%2Bblessing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538167571819634610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TNuDATq1gQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eObRavy111g/s1600/grady%2B%2526%2Bhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TNuDATq1gQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eObRavy111g/s320/grady%2B%2526%2Bhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538164208085336322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says that before I get started on my blog I need to thank Aunt Jen for taking these pictures.  She also says that she stole the pictures off of Aunt Jen's blog....isn't stealing bad? I heard her telling Dad that its not really "stealing" if its family.  All I got to say to that is: I'm gonna remember that one Mom when I'm a teenager like my cousin Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, enough of what my Mom says I HAVE to do....this is MY blog...not hers....she has her own dern blog.  Did I ever tell you how much I love "Hat" and "Beyond".  That's what I call "Woody" and "Buzz" from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toy Story&lt;/span&gt;.  My Mom just bought me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/span&gt; and now my life is complete.  I do find #3 a little bit much so, #2 remains my all time fave....for now...until I change my mind.   My Grandmas (including my evil Grandma Carla) has bought me a lot of t-shirts and toys that have Hat and Beyond on them.  Sometimes when I don't want to get dressed in the morning (I love to be nekid) Mom pulls out one of my Hat shirts and then I want to get dressed (hey, I just figured out her tricky ways.  She thinks she's soooo smart! Well, now I got her number....its not gonna work anymore MOM!!).  Remember when I told you we went to New Mexico??....at Aunt Jen's house they had a zillion Hat and Beyond toys.  I was in HEAVEN! It was better than going to Target.  At Target, Mom says I can only look at the toys and not bring them home (if I'm with a Grandma or evil Carla, they always buy me a toy.....and popcorn).  But, at Aunt Jen's I could play with them for days and days.  The best time ever! The other best part of Aunt Jen's is all those BOYS!  Look at that picture....I was in kid heaven.  Hat, Beyond and kids.....ahhhh, if only they lived closer.  They would probably even go to Disneyland with me.  Hey, Aunt Jen.....can you move closer?? Pretty please? I'll give you a smooch.  I assume that's all it would take cuz that's all it ever takes for my Mom for me to get what I want.....just a smooch.  She's a sucker though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-822442337411908937?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/822442337411908937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=822442337411908937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/822442337411908937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/822442337411908937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-hat.html' title='Me &amp; &quot;Hat&quot;'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TNuGEGjln7I/AAAAAAAAAng/58QIs1T7GpU/s72-c/jax%2527s%2Bblessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-8933815005676028817</id><published>2010-10-31T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:34:53.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5QoN5agUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6-esFg-qNu4/s1600/little+man+cub+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5QoN5agUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6-esFg-qNu4/s320/little+man+cub+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534449643940380994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is the best huh? I love getting all dressed up and getting candy....well, not really.  I love the candy part though.  All the pumpkins, witches, monsters, spiders and ghosts are so cool.  Mom says I get very very excited when we see anything Halloween.  This year I was a giraffe.  Remember, I love the jungle animals and they didn't have an elephant (my all time fave) costume in my size so I settled on the giraffe.  I didn't like that thing on my head though.  But, I'll do just about anything for chocolate.....I'll even say "peeeeze!"  Hope everyone had a fun Halloween.....I sure did!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-8933815005676028817?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8933815005676028817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=8933815005676028817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8933815005676028817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8933815005676028817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5QoN5agUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6-esFg-qNu4/s72-c/little+man+cub+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-5742895139703498337</id><published>2010-10-31T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:30:28.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mareme Bum &amp; Yak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5PYpbopJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_8S6oiZ5WHQ/s1600/grady+my+love+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5PYpbopJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_8S6oiZ5WHQ/s320/grady+my+love+135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534448276942136466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is of "Yak" and me.  Mom says I'm suppose to say his name ZZZZZack.....but I prefer to call him Yak.  Yak is my Aunt Mareme Bum's fiance.  I'm not too sure what that means, but my Mom says that he's gonna officially be my Uncle on February 11th.  Can I just tell you how excited I am?!?! Yak is sooo cool.  I just love playing with him. I like him more than I like Mareme Bum.  Mom thinks its funny when I combine their names into "Maremebumyak".  Aren't they the same?  Anyhoo....Mareme Bum is getting married and I am very excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-5742895139703498337?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5742895139703498337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=5742895139703498337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5742895139703498337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5742895139703498337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/10/mareme-bum-yak.html' title='Mareme Bum &amp; Yak'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5PYpbopJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_8S6oiZ5WHQ/s72-c/grady+my+love+135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-4002896950819061354</id><published>2010-10-31T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:24:51.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5N9B-6jtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eSxfP_L2eZg/s1600/grady+my+love+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5N9B-6jtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eSxfP_L2eZg/s320/grady+my+love+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534446702984597202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad re-newed our Disneyland passes and I am sooo very excited.  My first outing to Disneyland was with my King cousins.  They live in AZ and have 5 boys.  The two in the picture are Colby (he's the one driving the car. He's 3) and Carter, he just turned 1 in the summer.  Mom and Aunt Julianne were asked a lot if Colby and I were twins cuz we're the same height but I've got more bulk than Colby.  Someone even asked my Mom if we were triplets and I thought her head was gonna start spinning!! Now that would've been funny.  I try daily to make that happen cuz I need a good laugh every now and then, but so far I haven't been successful.  I'm sure glad I get to start going to Disneyland more often....who wants to come with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-4002896950819061354?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4002896950819061354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=4002896950819061354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4002896950819061354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4002896950819061354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/10/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5N9B-6jtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eSxfP_L2eZg/s72-c/grady+my+love+117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-4010866390288978561</id><published>2010-10-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:18:36.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5MAHehPZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1KcZhQZa-Kw/s1600/grady+my+love+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5MAHehPZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1KcZhQZa-Kw/s320/grady+my+love+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534444556975685010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5L_gJdFOI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_Orv2zU7PPQ/s1600/grady+my+love+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5L_gJdFOI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_Orv2zU7PPQ/s320/grady+my+love+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534444546418349282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5L_VK2UQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-NzhclH8XPk/s1600/grady+my+love+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5L_VK2UQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-NzhclH8XPk/s320/grady+my+love+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534444543471407362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5L_AQfWgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/6yega2V1_FI/s1600/grady+my+love+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5L_AQfWgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/6yega2V1_FI/s320/grady+my+love+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534444537857923586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5L-jyiX5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/3Qij26VWuv4/s1600/grady+my+love+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5L-jyiX5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/3Qij26VWuv4/s320/grady+my+love+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534444530216099730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I went to New Mexico at the beginning of October.  I got to see my Kesler cousins and my Brimhall cousins.  I was in kid heaven!! We went to the Balloon Fiesta and that was oh so very cool!! I love boons (balloons)! We had to wake up super, super early like when the sun is coming up early. But, it was way worth it.  Soooo many hot air ballons in all shapes and sizes.  There were bees, darth vader, spongebob, cows, hearts, ducks, you name it and it was there.  Mom said I was a very lucky boy to be able to see that.  But, I think I was lucky I got to hang out with all my New Mexican cousins.  Seven of them.  It was gggrrrreeat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-4010866390288978561?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4010866390288978561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=4010866390288978561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4010866390288978561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4010866390288978561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-mexico.html' title='New Mexico'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TM5MAHehPZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1KcZhQZa-Kw/s72-c/grady+my+love+073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-8993433225968018718</id><published>2010-09-06T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:01:12.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TIXN-2RyXiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/UpZFj7uy3Qs/s1600/G-MAN+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TIXN-2RyXiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/UpZFj7uy3Qs/s320/G-MAN+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514039798390742562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 2 years old yesterday!! Mom can't believe it! She says that I talk A LOT!! If only she could actually understand everything I say!  She told me to let everyone know what I like to do now....so.......let's see.....I LOVE jungle animals! Especially elephants, giraffes and monkeys.  I call elephants "epants", giraffes "raffes", monkeys "hooha".  My evil grandma Carla got me a big hooha and I love it! I swear that thing is real!  I LOVE Winnie the Pooh.  Mom watches Pooh with me when its bedtime....I love that Pooh.  I LOVE puzzles, but I get really frustrated sometimes when it takes me forever to put the piece in so I scream and sometimes throw the puzzle....Mom says I'm not allowed to that...so I'm working on my temper (so she thinks).  I LOVE to be outside.  I like to find every stick ("ick") and rock ("wock") and make sure my Mom sees them too.  I LOVE kids ("tids").  I go up to the kids at the park and say "hi"....some like me, some don't care.  I LOVE going to nursery at church...that place is full of kids...its awesome. I LOVE my grandpas....I call them "papa".  Sometimes I get lazy and call them "pop".  Mom always laughs when I do this.  I LOVE chocolate.  Man, that suff is delicious.  I LOVE popcorn.  When Grandma Shauna takes me to Target she gets me my own bag of popcorn so I'll sit and be nice.  I go to Target so much with my Mom or Grandma (sometimes both) I call Target "beyond or booga booga".  "Beyond" means Buzz Lightyear ("to infinity and beyond") and "booga booga" means sponge bob square pants.  Do you know how many beyonds and booga boogas are there? Soooo many!! I love that place!  I LOVE bums!  Mom, says this is one of my more wierder quirks.  But, I don't know what she's talking about.  Bums are great....so soft and squishy.  I especially love my Marme's (Aunt Mary) bum.  I love to chase her trying to tickle her bum.  She runs and screams which makes me do it even more.  I call my Marme "Marme bum" cuz I love her bum.  I try to pull her pants down so I can see it, but she won't let me.  I try to see Mom's too, but she says that wierd and I'm not allowed to do that til I'm married.  My Mom will shake her bum for me when I say "Mom, sake bum?" and that is sooo funny when she does that.  I laugh so hard and say "gin" until she won't do it anymore.  I love bums!!  I heard my Mom telling my Dad that I'm a butt guy already.  Man, I love bums! &lt;br /&gt;The other day I heard my Mom telling my Dad that I'm so big now.  Duh! I'm 2!! She was looking at pictures from my birthday last year and she started to cry cuz I'm no longer a baby!!  Again...duh, I'm 2!!  I'm a big boy now!  She has no idea what I've got in store for her this year!  She's gonna laugh so hard at my shenanigans, she's not gonna know what to do with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!&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/3147014350817861292-8993433225968018718?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8993433225968018718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=8993433225968018718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8993433225968018718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8993433225968018718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TIXN-2RyXiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/UpZFj7uy3Qs/s72-c/G-MAN+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-166154611695449930</id><published>2010-07-29T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:41:15.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy, busy, busy</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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TFI4rkrWfKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ECDm1_-2DMs/s1600/KASEYS+WEDDING+%26+SWIM+CLASS+022.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TFI4rkrWfKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ECDm1_-2DMs/s320/KASEYS+WEDDING+%26+SWIM+CLASS+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499520416203832482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July has been one busy month!! And, a lot of fun.  I got to see all of my cousins on my Mom's side of the family this month.  In this picture all that is missing is my Simon and Helene.  They were here the week before my Aunt Julianne and Uncle Jimmy came to see me.  Lucky for me my Aunt Shaunee is only 45 minutes away, so I get to see them a few times a month.  My cousin, Kasey, got married in San Diego so I got to spend the day with Aunt Shaunee and her dog, Fritz, so my Mom and Dad could go to the wedding.  Did I ever mention that I LOVE dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TFI4rPX0rRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OoSXlsmwhEo/s1600/KASEYS+WEDDING+%26+SWIM+CLASS+029.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TFI4rPX0rRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OoSXlsmwhEo/s320/KASEYS+WEDDING+%26+SWIM+CLASS+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499520410484780306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can tell I started swimming classes this month....just a few days ago to be exact.  I don't really like them that much.  I love being in the water and I just want to play.  I don't want to do the lame things the swim guy tells me to do.  I hate the singing he makes us do....can you tell? This picture is me screaming at my Mom at the top of my lungs "MAMA, NO!!!"  She told me I have to do it anyways.  Something about there are things in life you don't want to do but you have to do them anyway....blah blah blah blah. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TFI4q85kObI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/xRI7sk6WWNY/s1600/KASEYS+WEDDING+%26+SWIM+CLASS+035.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TFI4q85kObI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/xRI7sk6WWNY/s320/KASEYS+WEDDING+%26+SWIM+CLASS+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499520405526034866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom just showed me how to blow bubbles so I'm practicing.  This was the only thing I did the first day in class because I didn't want to do the other stuff and I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT....I TOLD YOU THAT ALREADY!!! The second, third and fourth day I refused to blow bubbles because I just wasn't in the mood.  On the fourth day of swim class Mom had Dad go with me in the pool to see if I would do the things the swim guy said I needed to do, but NOPE! I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT....WHEN ARE YOU GONNA TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!!  Mom says I have one more week left and I haven't decided if I'm gonna listen or not.  We'll see what happens....or as Mom says...what side of the bed I wake up on that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3147014350817861292-166154611695449930?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/166154611695449930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=166154611695449930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/166154611695449930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/166154611695449930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TFI4rkrWfKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ECDm1_-2DMs/s72-c/KASEYS+WEDDING+%26+SWIM+CLASS+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-4030243030095629072</id><published>2010-06-14T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:33:34.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School is O-U-T!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TBcAX8HZ_gI/AAAAAAAAAkw/AW_tXKth8Ec/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TBcAX8HZ_gI/AAAAAAAAAkw/AW_tXKth8Ec/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482851482621050370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom says "school is done for the semester....time to PARTAAY!" I don't really know what she means, but she sure seems happier and a bit more relaxed.  The picture is of me helping her with her homework.  All I know is school is BORING!! The good thing about it was when Mom really needed to study for a test I got to spend a lot of time with just my Dad.  It was awesome.  He took me to the park a lot and he even took me to the petting zoo.  When Mom was in school I got to spend Monday and Wednesday night at Grandma and Grandpa Kesler's.  Now that was a good time!! Grandma and Grandpa got a new puppy, Charlie, and I must say I am in puppy dog heaven there!! Now they have 2 dogs....Maggie and Charlie.  Mom tells me that some day I can have a dog, but for now Maggie and Charlie will have to do.  Now that Mom is done for the semester she says its officially summertime!  I don't know what that means either.  But, she sure seems excited.&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/3147014350817861292-4030243030095629072?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4030243030095629072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=4030243030095629072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4030243030095629072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4030243030095629072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-is-o-u-t.html' title='School is O-U-T!!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/TBcAX8HZ_gI/AAAAAAAAAkw/AW_tXKth8Ec/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-7141932152846908216</id><published>2010-05-09T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:46:39.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S-dxbhN47jI/AAAAAAAAAko/v8G0zxibWGE/s1600/fairytaletownslide-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S-dxbhN47jI/AAAAAAAAAko/v8G0zxibWGE/s320/fairytaletownslide-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469464990051790386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: all the many women in my life.  Where do I begin?? Happy Mother's Day to my Mom, to my Rachel, to my Grandma Dee, Grandma Shauna, Nana Sheila, Grandma Stacy, Aunt Shaunee, Aunt Julianne, my 2 Aunt Kelly's, Aunt Amber, Aunt Jenny and Aunt Christina.  I think I covered all the necessary family members, but I'm sure I forgot a few...just remember I'm only 1 1/2 so don't hold me too responsible.  I love to give kisses now so consider yourself kissed....from me to you!!!&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/3147014350817861292-7141932152846908216?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7141932152846908216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=7141932152846908216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7141932152846908216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7141932152846908216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S-dxbhN47jI/AAAAAAAAAko/v8G0zxibWGE/s72-c/fairytaletownslide-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-7525527161889115204</id><published>2010-03-28T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:38:36.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S6_mg5ZiDfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/nHdwlxQl94M/s1600/vegas+wedding.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S6_mg5ZiDfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/nHdwlxQl94M/s320/vegas+wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453831126607072754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Mom, Dad and me right before going to my Uncle Eric's wedding!  We drove all the way to a place called Las Vegas with my Grandma and Grandpa Kesler.  I love Gma and Gpa, but I wasn't too thrilled about that drive.  Mom told me I should be happy there wasn't much traffic since we drove there on NEW YEAR'S DAY@! Dad told me this place called Vegas is where he and all his boy friends get together once a year.  He says maybe when I get bigger I can come too.  Mom says "NO WAY!!"  That Vegas place sure has a lot of lights.  Those were pretty.   There were a lot of people there too.  But, like I said we went there to see Uncle Eric marry my Aunt Jane.  They got married at the Riviera Hotel.  I got to see a lot of cousins and I was told by a lot of people that I am really cute.  I'm not cute, I'm handsome!!!  Just ask my Mom, she tells me so every.day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-7525527161889115204?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7525527161889115204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=7525527161889115204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7525527161889115204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7525527161889115204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/03/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S6_mg5ZiDfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/nHdwlxQl94M/s72-c/vegas+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-3093604093462461713</id><published>2010-02-27T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:05:53.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience Tester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S4n3AIQMEaI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PqFy2xqEi24/s1600-h/more+of+the+G+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S4n3AIQMEaI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PqFy2xqEi24/s320/more+of+the+G+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443153206241399202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom says that I test her patience every single day.  I don't know why she says that....apparently, she doesn't like it when I throw her shoes in the garbage, or stand on the dishwasher door and unload the dirty dishes onto the kitchen floor.  I thought I was helping out.  Every time she tries to explain why that's a "no no" she's laughing.  So, is it really a "no no"? I sure like to see her laugh, so I just keep doing these "no no" things.  My favorite game these days is when she calls my name, I run as fast as I can into my room and shut the door.  Then I stand against the door so she can't open it.  She really gets flustered when I do that, especially when we're in a hurry to go somewhere.  My Grandma Shauna bought me a shirt that says "Patience Tester" on it and I tried to let Grandma know that she really needs to get one of those shirts for my Dad.  Between my Dad and I, I think my Mom is really gonna start tearing her hair out.  Dad does things on purpose just to get her all fired up and then he blames me.  Who needs a brother when you have a Dad like mine?? He teaches me all the tricks to drive my Mom nuts!!  At bedtime I'm nice to my Mom because I really like it when SHE puts me to bed.  I'll cuddle with her while I drink my sippy of milk.  When she starts rubbing my legs and kissing the top of my head, I know she's putty in my hand.  I go to bed with her thinking I'm the best thing in her world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-3093604093462461713?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3093604093462461713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=3093604093462461713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3093604093462461713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3093604093462461713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/02/patience-tester.html' title='Patience Tester'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S4n3AIQMEaI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PqFy2xqEi24/s72-c/more+of+the+G+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-1385107648724691291</id><published>2010-01-20T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:12:57.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelican, Dad and Table Dancing</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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S1fuCmXLjDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/WZlBFM1zdcQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S1fuCmXLjDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/WZlBFM1zdcQ/s320/Christmas+2009+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429069604243344434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first pelican I've ever laid eyes on.  Mom and Dad were surprised he just sat there with people walking by and surrounding him.  This is on the Huntington Beach pier....we met my Aunt Julianne and my cousins for brunch at Ruby's....the pelican was just an added bonus.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S1fuCDyiefI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0v9gKif_5x8/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S1fuCDyiefI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0v9gKif_5x8/s320/Christmas+2009+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429069594962852338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my Dad and me on the pier.  Mom loves this picture of her boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S1ft0Z6bfQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/jKM63HY8ask/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S1ft0Z6bfQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/jKM63HY8ask/s320/Christmas+2009+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429069360383360258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me table dancing on Christmas morning for my grandparents, Aunt Mary and Uncle Dan.  Mom made them all come over Christmas morning to see my loot and my cute self.  She at least fed them for coming over.  Oh, and Grandma Shauna brought over HOMEMADE cinnamon rolls.  They were to die for YUM.  I was actually table dancing for more cinnamon roll.  Grandpa Marv was a sucker and kept giving me bites of his.  Thanks G-pa!!&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/3147014350817861292-1385107648724691291?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1385107648724691291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=1385107648724691291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1385107648724691291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1385107648724691291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2010/01/pelican-dad-and-table-dancing.html' title='Pelican, Dad and Table Dancing'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/S1fuCmXLjDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/WZlBFM1zdcQ/s72-c/Christmas+2009+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-8248527951498332149</id><published>2009-12-25T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:28:25.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween, Happy Turkey Day &amp; Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As usual it has been forever since Mom and I blogged.  What can I say?....I wear my Mom out and she is just plain pooped!!  Since our last post there was Halloween, Thanksgiving and today is Christmas.  Here's a few pictures til next time.  Just to hold you in suspense til next time....today Mom, Dad and I made breakfast for my grandparents, Aunt Mary and Uncle Dan.  I got to entertain everyone by dancing on the table.  Great fun!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It should be Christmas everyday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVkdShopuI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Cc02SSD5-sM/s1600-h/grady+096.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVkdShopuI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Cc02SSD5-sM/s320/grady+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419348180962158306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my friends Paris, Ivy and Eden.  Our parents took us to see Santa.  I did not like Santa one bit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVkdShopuI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Cc02SSD5-sM/s1600-h/grady+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVkC8sgW7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/81tgwht3j3U/s1600-h/grady+063.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVkC8sgW7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/81tgwht3j3U/s320/grady+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419347728425573298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Grandpa Bob, Jack and I on Thanksgiving.  I got to go to Wyoming again to see my Grandpa.  This time there was SNOW!!!  I even got to go sledding!!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVjyVRsTVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SaVcH7P6jlA/s1600-h/grady+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVjyVRsTVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SaVcH7P6jlA/s320/grady+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419347442966220114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a dragon for Halloween.  Mom said I was the cutest dragon EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVjdqUzlRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jrwtjZyMesQ/s1600-h/grady+016.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVjdqUzlRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jrwtjZyMesQ/s320/grady+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419347087839171858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell that I was done with the paparazzi taking pictures? I got to go trick or treating with my big cousins.....they took me as an excuse to go cuz they are 16, 14 and 13!!  But, man they were F-U-N!!!&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/3147014350817861292-8248527951498332149?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8248527951498332149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=8248527951498332149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8248527951498332149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8248527951498332149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-halloween-happy-turkey-day-merry.html' title='Happy Halloween, Happy Turkey Day &amp; Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SzVkdShopuI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Cc02SSD5-sM/s72-c/grady+096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-3991433783040698814</id><published>2009-09-30T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:10:20.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!....I Did It Again!!!</title><content type='html'>My Mom and I have slacked once again....I'm not going to even bother making excuses or promising that we'll be better about posting...what's the point? So, enjoy my pictures.  They are out of order, but they're from my FIRST BIRTHDAY and my first trip to Wyoming to see my Grandpa!!  Enjoy.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQZZcLX_0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UCvKWpxqPCM/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQZZcLX_0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UCvKWpxqPCM/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458979093282626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mom "making out" with me in Jackson Hole, WY!!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQZYUgM3tI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rhzIkUbVs5M/s1600-h/029.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQZYUgM3tI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rhzIkUbVs5M/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458959853280978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the antler arch in Jackson Hole.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQZYJCEBLI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fqwdypw2C5I/s1600-h/038.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQZYJCEBLI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fqwdypw2C5I/s320/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458956774081714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is up at Grandpa's cabin.  We went on a hike and I got to "ride" with Dad the whole time!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY5iuNsFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xNDMh8RKmL4/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY5iuNsFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xNDMh8RKmL4/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458431094206546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The McMorrow Men....if only Uncle Dan was with us we would be complete.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY5Xfhf3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/G5VoHEkoFng/s1600-h/044.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY5Xfhf3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/G5VoHEkoFng/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458428079800178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the end of the hike I was tuckered out....so I took a snooze in my backpack.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY45JZtJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PGiRv858_gU/s1600-h/045.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY45JZtJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PGiRv858_gU/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458419933951122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me driving Grandpa's Chevy winch truck.  I LOVE Wyoming!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY4YQ_j-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/p8wZz2BKv40/s1600-h/051.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY4YQ_j-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/p8wZz2BKv40/s320/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458411107422178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa gave me an oreo cookie to distract me enough to put this helmet on my head.  He said I have to wear it when we go four wheeling. &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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY34I3NKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qxi3uVHDVtQ/s1600-h/060.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQY34I3NKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qxi3uVHDVtQ/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458402483385506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad telling me just how to push Mom's buttons to make her crazy.  He told me not to tell anyone that he told me though....so shhhh...don't tell anyone!!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYWQdFZ9I/AAAAAAAAAgI/PZdA2sNxXoM/s1600-h/069.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYWQdFZ9I/AAAAAAAAAgI/PZdA2sNxXoM/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457824895100882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa playing with me after our ride on the four wheeler.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYWCDEFxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DmFnm00KWoM/s1600-h/078.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYWCDEFxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DmFnm00KWoM/s320/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457821027866386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Grandpa and me on the four wheeler.  I loved that thing so much I fell asleep every time we went on a ride!!!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYVnMW7pI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tHDhz1BCKFE/s1600-h/087.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYVnMW7pI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tHDhz1BCKFE/s320/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457813819092626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Grandpa's dog, Lacey.  She was the best part of Wyoming (sorry Grandpa but its true...you're a very close second though).  I LOVE dogs.  They are so soft and fluffy.  Lacey, in particular, let me pull on her ears, look at her teeth, touch her nose and pull on her fur and she didn't even care!!  I followed her everywhere.  She was my best bud for sure!!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYVFLLSTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/IjdXhJbQoDs/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYVFLLSTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/IjdXhJbQoDs/s320/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457804687329586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was right before the sun went to bed.  It gets pretty chilly in Wyoming, so Mom MADE me wear this jacket.  I wasn't too pleased at first, but then Lacey walked by and I forgot all about why I didn't want to wear my jacket.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYUjCxkYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dvfXIQsp1Cw/s1600-h/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQYUjCxkYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dvfXIQsp1Cw/s320/166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457795525284226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my great Grandma Adelaide.  She is my Mom's Grandma.  Mom says she's gonna be 90 next year!  That sure sounds like a lot of years!! We went to see her before we went to Wyoming.  She lives in Idaho.  I thought she was pretty cool.  She let me crawl on her counter so she could play with me.  She tickled my arms and legs....I love being tickled.  Mom says we'll see her next year.  I can't wait!!!  I also got to meet my Uncle Hy and Aunt Terri.  AND, guess what? My cousin Terrah had a baby boy 3 days before my birthday!!  They named him Miles....so I got to meet him too.  He sure was small.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQXq-8gH1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ylcKWzuO16w/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQXq-8gH1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ylcKWzuO16w/s320/160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457081460662098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at LAX.  I was so excited for my first airplane ride!!  Mom gave me sucker for being a good boy too!! It was a good day!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQXqgw87eI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rTqBPxzAiPo/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQXqgw87eI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rTqBPxzAiPo/s320/155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457073359154658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case you forgot, I turned ONE on September 5th!!!  This is me smashing my cupcake in my mouth!! Mmm...chocolate...my favorite!  I actually had two cupcakes.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQXqNhztsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/6msrYQ7CATw/s1600-h/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQXqNhztsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/6msrYQ7CATw/s320/140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457068195362498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad is helping me with my new truck.  This thing is pretty cool...&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQXp3iwWzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QgYqqI1M0K8/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQXp3iwWzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QgYqqI1M0K8/s320/113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457062293756722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a pool party for my birthday.  Cousin Jack was there and we had a blast in the water!!  My friends, Paris, Ivy and Eden came too.  It was a fun day and I was exhausted by the end of the day.  And, then the next day we left for Wyoming.  My Mom and Dad sure know how to celebrate birthdays!!&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/3147014350817861292-3991433783040698814?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3991433783040698814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=3991433783040698814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3991433783040698814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3991433783040698814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/09/oopsi-did-it-again.html' title='Oops!....I Did It Again!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsQZZcLX_0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UCvKWpxqPCM/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-2647302785766633820</id><published>2009-08-11T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:57:58.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom and I are posting a lot of random pictures completely out of order, but they all tell a story. So enjoy my randomness....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEcw155CnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/RJBkOa17zRg/s1600-h/7-17-09+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368603856231533170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEcw155CnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/RJBkOa17zRg/s320/7-17-09+168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got the flu about a month ago. Aunt Mary came over one night to make sure my Mom was taking good care of me. She fed me some rice and thought it was soo funny that it stuck to my belly!! She laughs at just about everything I do though. That's why Mom says I should call her "Aunt Ha Ha". Cuz all that chick does is laugh at me!! Thanks Aunt Ha Ha for coming over when I didn't feel so good and for making sure Mom was doing her job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEci0LzgcI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fbhdToEfKAk/s1600-h/7-17-09+205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368603615251628482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEci0LzgcI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fbhdToEfKAk/s320/7-17-09+205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jack and me at the San Diego Zoo. It was my first trip to the zoo and I loved it!! So much to see!! I got to go with Grandma and Grandpa Kesler, Jack and then Aunt Kelly and Uncle Peter met up with us when they were done with work. Aunt Kelly bought my Mom and Dad annual passes, so now we can go whenever we want!! I actually went last week too. Man, I love that place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEcHUxZkjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/u3v-nUqRMck/s1600-h/7-17-09+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368603142962909746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEcHUxZkjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/u3v-nUqRMck/s320/7-17-09+188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good ol' Jack Jack. He is always happy and smiling. I'm so glad I live close to him so we can hang out together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEb2ZFdeVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/EMErsEEuzI8/s1600-h/7-17-09+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368602852063017298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEb2ZFdeVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/EMErsEEuzI8/s320/7-17-09+161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cousin, Rebekah. She came and stayed with us for a week!! I was in hog heaven. She's by far the best babysitter E.V.E.R. (besides my Grandmas and Grandpas, of course)!! We went to the beach and she played peek-a-boo with me through the umbrella. She is soo much fun!! She never got tired of playing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEbo5s5tEI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4t2tDWXMWrY/s1600-h/7-17-09+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368602620300211266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEbo5s5tEI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4t2tDWXMWrY/s320/7-17-09+153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at the end of a very long day at Sea World. Mom said we had to upload this picture cuz "it's soooo cute"!!! She thinks everything is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEbcxxR9OI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/AJgOpB1EQBE/s1600-h/7-17-09+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368602412012664034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEbcxxR9OI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/AJgOpB1EQBE/s320/7-17-09+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Rebekah and Mom waiting for a show to start at Sea World. I'm so excited that she just moved to CA....she use to live in AZ, but now she's only 45 minutes away!! The best part is, she lives on our way to Sea World and the Zoo!! I am one lucky boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEbPQNFvfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/8w4e7BGfF2I/s1600-h/7-17-09+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368602179664199154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEbPQNFvfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/8w4e7BGfF2I/s320/7-17-09+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is at my friends, Paris and Ivy's, pool. They have the best pool toys to gnaw on. I like to "swim" and splash everyone...especially my Mom. But, she never wants to get her hair wet! What's that all about? We're going swimming, duh?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEbA9FqwyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/TLS35xZFSdI/s1600-h/7-17-09+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368601934014628642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEbA9FqwyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/TLS35xZFSdI/s320/7-17-09+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin, Patrick, and I playing together at Grandma Shauna's house. He's my friend. I like my cousin.  Mom says that Patrick "mad dogs" everyone like I do, but I'll smile a lot faster than Patrick will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEa18XB5HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bxym4rfzB60/s1600-h/7-17-09+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368601744840451186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEa18XB5HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bxym4rfzB60/s320/7-17-09+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to eat dinner after a long day at Sea World. Aunt Amber says that Patrick was very very tired. And, Mom had to take this picture cuz Patrick was actually smiling. He has bigger cheeks than me, but I'm working on catching up with him....he's got a 9 month head start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEapoDFJiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ZJlLJp2l7Bk/s1600-h/7-17-09+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368601533229639202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEapoDFJiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ZJlLJp2l7Bk/s320/7-17-09+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Uncle Jimmy and Patrick. Mom says that Patrick is my Uncle Jimmy's "mini me". Uncle Jimmy is my Mom's only brother. She says that Patrick get his "mad dogging" skills from Uncle Jimmy. I don't know what she's talking about though, cuz Uncle Jimmy is pretty funny. He just likes to act tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEaf-YiIjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/etQG_kRZQFk/s1600-h/7-17-09+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368601367426507314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEaf-YiIjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/etQG_kRZQFk/s320/7-17-09+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, this is my cousin James. I love his sunglasses. Mom loves his red hair. James is Patrick's older brother. From what I saw, he's a good older brother. Mom laughed all the time at James. She says he has a "cute personality". What does that mean?&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/3147014350817861292-2647302785766633820?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2647302785766633820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=2647302785766633820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2647302785766633820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2647302785766633820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-randoms.html' title='Some Randoms'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SoEcw155CnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/RJBkOa17zRg/s72-c/7-17-09+168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-548107653358576494</id><published>2009-07-19T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:00:58.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!!</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy lately, I haven't been able to post.  I've had a lot of visitors, BBQ's, days at the beach, the pool, learning to walk, cutting two teeth, Sea World (again) and the San Diego Zoo!!  I'll tease you with a few pictures, but you don't get all of what I've been up to at once.  The pictures are out of order cuz I always forget how to upload them right.  Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOCBau71EI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yS2jhhn6f9U/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360270942368683074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOCBau71EI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yS2jhhn6f9U/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is actually on the Fourth of July.  Mom, Dad and I went to the beach with Grandma Dee &amp;amp; Grandpa Marv.  They parked their 5th wheel there so we could be warm and eat food without sand in it.  It was a dang good time.  I was soo very tired by the time we got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOB3T7Z6qI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Z1agwuwUWM8/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360270768743246498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOB3T7Z6qI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Z1agwuwUWM8/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBuuI8cGI/AAAAAAAAAck/Lht84axUrJA/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360270621160534114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBuuI8cGI/AAAAAAAAAck/Lht84axUrJA/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Shaun, Aunt Jen, Ryan, Tyler, Kyle and Keira came all the way from New Mexico to go the beach with me! My cousins are so nice, I wish they lived closer.  My Uncle Dan came from Sacramento to see me too.  Man, that guy is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBj78cCqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WGt8HWoJh98/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360270435887614626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBj78cCqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WGt8HWoJh98/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Ivy and Paris.  Paris is the bigger of the two girls.  They have a brand new baby sister, Eden, that I like to stare at.  Anyhow, Paris and Ivy came to the beach with me too.  I was standing and right when my Mom took this picture I decided I needed to crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBaaub2cI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FyzzzgT6MzI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360270272351689154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBaaub2cI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FyzzzgT6MzI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Grandma Dee and I.  It was sooo very windy at the beach, we stayed up by the 5th wheel a good portion of the time and ate a TON of food.  Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBOJKO6pI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ohU3-tpPp5M/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360270061478013586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBOJKO6pI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ohU3-tpPp5M/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom says this is my whiney face.  I did this a lot when I cut my first tooth.  Mom was so relieved when it finally popped up....apparently, I was pretty cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBD2RJ9tI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_uleh-nBuSU/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360269884608083666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOBD2RJ9tI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_uleh-nBuSU/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me getting ready to walk across the room for the very first time.  I was so excited that Grandpa Marv came over to see me I had to show off my new skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOA78JUOFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/zif7sRGfwSI/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360269748746860626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOA78JUOFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/zif7sRGfwSI/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, here it is...me walking across the room a few days before I was 10 months old.   Mom so wasn't ready for this.  I heard Dad giving her a hard time later....I guess she cried a little bit cuz I'm not such a baby anymore.  She says "it went too fast."&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/3147014350817861292-548107653358576494?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/548107653358576494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=548107653358576494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/548107653358576494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/548107653358576494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SmOCBau71EI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yS2jhhn6f9U/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-793833221295671437</id><published>2009-06-20T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:32:22.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day Dad!!! You are the best!  You're also my favorite, but don't tell Mom (our little secret).  Dad does all the fun stuff and lets me get away with everything!! I've said before how awesome my Dad is, but everyday he just gets better and better.  I love when Dad puts me up on his shoulders, throws me up in the air and tickles me.  He is one big jungle gym and he doesn't care that I love to crawl all over him!!  Dad wakes up with me in the morning....Mom likes to sleep in.....so Dad does morning.  The rest of the day and the evening I'm with Mom ALL. DAY. LONG.!!  So, I love morning with Dad.  He gives me mounds and mounds of cheerios, my favorite.  He'll even watch &lt;em&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/em&gt; with me.  Thanks Dad for being my Dad.  When I grow up I want to be just like you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/Sj3C2BAxaPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hADC75o0DcU/s1600-h/The+G-Man+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349646165626415346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/Sj3C2BAxaPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hADC75o0DcU/s320/The+G-Man+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Dad and me "baby proofing" our house.  He was trying to show me how to use a drill.  I was paying very close attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/Sj3CtN5DinI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DM2FLY9HHnw/s1600-h/The+G-Man+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349646014464887410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/Sj3CtN5DinI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DM2FLY9HHnw/s320/The+G-Man+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/Sj3Chz3t1aI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1mgR_q91sDA/s1600-h/The+G-Man+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349645818501387682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/Sj3Chz3t1aI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1mgR_q91sDA/s320/The+G-Man+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad is trying to teach me how to drive.  I'm not quite big enough yet, so I just get to steer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also want to say Happy Father's Day to my Grandpas!! I love them!  I love hanging out with them.  I can't wait to learn all the stuff that drives my Mom and Dad crazy.  Hope you all have a Happy Daddy's Day!!!&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/3147014350817861292-793833221295671437?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/793833221295671437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=793833221295671437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/793833221295671437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/793833221295671437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/Sj3C2BAxaPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hADC75o0DcU/s72-c/The+G-Man+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-7564818294068028555</id><published>2009-06-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:17:35.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamu! Shamu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This past week has been a very busy week, but a lot of FUN!! My Mom's only brother, my Uncle Jimmy, came to visit.  Lucky for me he brought Aunt Amber and my cousins, James and Patrick.  This is the first time I met them.  Since Uncle Jimmy was in town we got to go to Sea World.  Not only that, since Sea World is in San Diego.....we picked up Jack to come along with us. The only bummer was Dad couldn't come....he was working AGAIN!! Enjoy my pictures of Sea World!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVyPGEu1dI/AAAAAAAAAbc/e2pWPHTTwSk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347305736226395602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVyPGEu1dI/AAAAAAAAAbc/e2pWPHTTwSk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Mom and I waiting for the &lt;em&gt;Shamu Show&lt;/em&gt; to start.  I wasn't too excited to wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVyH6tjJlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6vnRZSFPODE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347305612917286482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVyH6tjJlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6vnRZSFPODE/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my whiney face.  I told you I don't like to wait!! I want it NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVx-7sB0NI/AAAAAAAAAbM/albRER0Z96c/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347305458560520402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVx-7sB0NI/AAAAAAAAAbM/albRER0Z96c/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Shamu!! That was pretty fun to watch him jump out of the water and splash the audience.  But, I kept getting distracted by the birds flying by!!  Too many things to look at.  Jack slept through the whole show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVx24cUzCI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FSSdbpN7CtY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347305320250395682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVx24cUzCI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FSSdbpN7CtY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trainers and the whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxu1S6dcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4AKUZl-Fr38/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347305181966661058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxu1S6dcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4AKUZl-Fr38/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trainers are telling them to get the audience wet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxmHDfl7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/53jcwoH7_C4/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347305032115001266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxmHDfl7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/53jcwoH7_C4/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off! It was funny to see him get up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxcsVZhZI/AAAAAAAAAas/tQdtnvDpnH8/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304870323520914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxcsVZhZI/AAAAAAAAAas/tQdtnvDpnH8/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That trainer is so lucky to get to swim with the whales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxVmgXgxI/AAAAAAAAAak/BFCWXkLIHNE/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304748499829522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxVmgXgxI/AAAAAAAAAak/BFCWXkLIHNE/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trainer "dancing" with Shamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxLlUE24I/AAAAAAAAAac/X15b3YECnp0/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304576381148034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxLlUE24I/AAAAAAAAAac/X15b3YECnp0/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scary sharks! We went through a tunnel and they were swimming all around us...even over our heads!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxEPvc6SI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tDpQxCM5IrQ/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304450331306274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVxEPvc6SI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tDpQxCM5IrQ/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Jim &amp;amp; me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVw7DptERI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3VqEgF4-ipA/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304292467151122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVw7DptERI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3VqEgF4-ipA/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Aunt Mary and Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwzl3jbnI/AAAAAAAAAaE/G0-4YD5cWBE/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304164213091954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwzl3jbnI/AAAAAAAAAaE/G0-4YD5cWBE/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack, Mom and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwnC4ShTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/40mNSHjuMsY/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303948662506802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwnC4ShTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/40mNSHjuMsY/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baluga Whale.  They are so pretty!! Did you know they swim upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwcSr2IfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BGS7vBnMsFI/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303763926721010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwcSr2IfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BGS7vBnMsFI/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Grandma, James and Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwRsqoJCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WN00DORX-Rc/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303581922370594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwRsqoJCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WN00DORX-Rc/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Jim and all the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwJKZyNZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xK6gCFB3fGY/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303435285968274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVwJKZyNZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xK6gCFB3fGY/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure was pooped by the end of the day!! I didn't take a nap until it was time for us to leave.  There was so much to look at, how could I nap? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Mom says we have a free pass now until the end of the year so we'll be going again soon.   Who wants to go with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-7564818294068028555?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7564818294068028555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=7564818294068028555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7564818294068028555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7564818294068028555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/06/shamu-shamu.html' title='Shamu! Shamu!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SjVyPGEu1dI/AAAAAAAAAbc/e2pWPHTTwSk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-6304934957092645487</id><published>2009-05-19T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:08:15.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE help me take this bumbo off me bum!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, my Mom borrowed this Bumbo seat from my friends Kim and Ben.  Mom loves it! Simply because I cannot "break out" of it.  My legs are chubby so its difficult.  It can be done, trust me, but sometimes its just not worth the effort.  Mom snapped a few pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOOkHAMkNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sqxskT9VQ4Q/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337766734370476242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOOkHAMkNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sqxskT9VQ4Q/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOOc8c-fHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/tY7E8yREVqQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337766611279314034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOOc8c-fHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/tY7E8yREVqQ/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOOVU9e2GI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Eoqb32KNihs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337766480419149922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOOVU9e2GI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Eoqb32KNihs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOONNZGIrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7oF5YVClDes/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337766340948533938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOONNZGIrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7oF5YVClDes/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOOEoDdNxI/AAAAAAAAAYs/T8Nx37AroeY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337766193486706450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOOEoDdNxI/AAAAAAAAAYs/T8Nx37AroeY/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-6304934957092645487?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6304934957092645487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=6304934957092645487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/6304934957092645487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/6304934957092645487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-help-me-take-this-bumbo-off-me.html' title='PLEASE help me take this bumbo off me bum!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ShOOkHAMkNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sqxskT9VQ4Q/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-2817457300992221502</id><published>2009-05-09T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:14:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZw3b9dGTI/AAAAAAAAAYU/DsEHIAkL9NU/s1600-h/028.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZw3b9dGTI/AAAAAAAAAYU/DsEHIAkL9NU/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334074906367564082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mommy isn't helping write this. Dad said he would help. What do i say about the woman I call mommy. She is constantly kissing me and hugging me. I have to pretend I don't like it too much but I do. She also makes me wear all these clothes that she calls "super cute"( I also do alot of things that she says is "super Cute"). Since she dresses my dad also, we both look the same, I do look better though, all the chicks will tell you that. Mommy likes to take me to the beach( I am still not quite sure about the sand there I keep trying to put some in my mouth to make sure it is ok, but you know who wont let me eat it). Mommy likes to take me every where else with her, some times there are other little kids for me to play with. But alot of times this includes places where mommy likes to spend these green paper things. I dont think she likes them as much as Daddy because she likes to give them away and he complains about this and always want to keep them. Every now and then she will let me go somewhere with dad. This is fun because I dont think he knows what he is doing and he will always do what I want him to do. When I get sick mommy holds me and helps me feel better. One thing mommy does is she makes me eat all these vegatables. This is wierd because she doesnt eat them, should I be worried about these vegatables.. Mommy is constantly taking pictures of me( and she doesnt like her picture taken( should I be worried about these camera things?). Should I be worroied about my parents telling me to do things that they wont do? One time when I turned six months old Mommy took me somewhere to get my picture taken. She had me do it with no clothes on. This is OK by me,(when I get older you gotta promise not to tell my friends and espesially not any girls about these pictures) I ldo ike to be naked, but I gotta say dad wasn't real excited about these pictures( I dont think mommy told him about them until they came a couple weeks later, she is sneaky like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of other crazy women I should mention today. First is Grandma K. You can tell my dad drives her a little crazy. She has a bunch of animals (must be her children because she treats them like that) I like her though she always gets me cool things and really likes seeing me. Next is Grandma Shauna she is also a little crazy( notice a pattern here) She also has an evil twin Carla I like very much. Grandma Shauna is a lot of fun for me. Every time I get sick Grandma Shauna says it is my teeth coming in. Still no teeth. I wish they would come soon because there are so many good things to eat that having teeth would be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to say thank you to My Rachel for loving me enough to let me share my life with all these crazy women. Happy Mothers day to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day, someone tell my mom to quit crying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-2817457300992221502?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2817457300992221502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=2817457300992221502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2817457300992221502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2817457300992221502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZw3b9dGTI/AAAAAAAAAYU/DsEHIAkL9NU/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-8651487987811728241</id><published>2009-05-09T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:59:21.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, Pictures and More Pictures</title><content type='html'>I'll let the pictures do the talking this time!&lt;br /&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpybnaMYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9HiEPSnVrE0/s1600-h/006.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpybnaMYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9HiEPSnVrE0/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334067123794358658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first time at the beach!!  This is the face I make when its windy...Mom and Dad thinks its very funny.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZppvzGCAI/AAAAAAAAAXk/o6uvcHRV6ek/s1600-h/014.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZppvzGCAI/AAAAAAAAAXk/o6uvcHRV6ek/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334066974593255426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom took me down by the water....it was okay, I guess.  I liked watching the waves, but I didn't like it when the water went over my feet.  That is some COLD water!!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpcQQPmqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zY1iPhqU0cs/s1600-h/022.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpcQQPmqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zY1iPhqU0cs/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334066742787283618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and I having breakfast together.  We prefer the cheerios.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpUgyIu-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/gRGBoOMFMZ0/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpUgyIu-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/gRGBoOMFMZ0/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334066609785453538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I discovered this week that doors can balance me when I stand, but I have to be careful because they MOVE!!  Now that is a good time.  Who needs toys?&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpNy4n0DI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yQnpaDTc-vQ/s1600-h/027.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpNy4n0DI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yQnpaDTc-vQ/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334066494385410098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me getting in trouble for something, I'm sure of it.  Now that I crawl and pull up on things all the time, Mom is always saying "Grady, no no!"  Then she removes me from my mischief.  Little does she know that I'm only acting like I don't know what she is saying, but I really do.  I think its funny that she sounds like a broken record all day long.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpFCjjXSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IgB1mWp1_18/s1600-h/029.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpFCjjXSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IgB1mWp1_18/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334066343973182754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love my rocking horse.  I can only sit and play on it when Mom or Dad is with me, but man do I love that mane!  It is so soft and funny feeling.  I can't get enough of 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZo7ksuc6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/BCFb6cPC72o/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZo7ksuc6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/BCFb6cPC72o/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334066181339771810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me pulling up on Dad's leg.  Apparently, this is what it looks like when he is looking down on me.  I do this all the time because I love it when he plays with 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZoz6WRBDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/12hgZAAqYpM/s1600-h/033.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZoz6WRBDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/12hgZAAqYpM/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334066049712194610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holding onto Dad.  Now if only I could get this walking thing down...I'll really drive my Mom crazy!  And, Dad and I will just laugh at her. &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/3147014350817861292-8651487987811728241?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8651487987811728241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=8651487987811728241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8651487987811728241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/8651487987811728241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-pictures-and-more-pictures.html' title='Pictures, Pictures and More Pictures'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SgZpybnaMYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9HiEPSnVrE0/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-1878571771366072981</id><published>2009-04-13T23:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:08:11.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Easter</title><content type='html'>I realize that Easter was almost 2 weeks ago, but Mom and I have been lazy.  We went back up North for Easter....actually it was for my other girlfriend's (Alena) blessing...it just happened to be on Easter Sunday.  That's why I got my first smooch from Kensley.  I wanted to plant one on Alena too, but Mom said that Alena's Mom might not like that....she's still little you see and very suseptible to germs still.  So, Mom wouldn't let me.  Dang her!! She's always the party pooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQpZ-kTXKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DSgfjP5w9Ys/s1600-h/Easter+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324426185727499426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQpZ-kTXKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DSgfjP5w9Ys/s320/Easter+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom says this picture is not from Easter, but she wanted everyone to see the first time I pulled myself to a standing position all by myself.  She's trying to get me to go to sleep in my crib ALL BY MYSELF!  I hate it.  I want to always fall asleep on her or Dad, but she says I'm a big boy and big boys sleep by themselves.  Blah, blah, blah.  So, I got so ticked off at her I pulled myself to a standing position.  Now I do it all the time...in the crib, up on chairs, on the couch...wherever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQpUNxoXEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Qkq4scIoi5w/s1600-h/Easter+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324426086730718274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQpUNxoXEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Qkq4scIoi5w/s320/Easter+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my cute Kensley.  Mom and Yannette say we make the same face....always so serious.  But, what they don't know is we just think they are W.I.E.R.D.!! We don't want to encourage their kookiness by smiling or laughing.  So, we sit stone faced.  It's a conspiracy, but don't tell them...we laugh when they aren't looking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQpOY-1cbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/r8fqlSEugnY/s1600-h/Easter+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324425986659676594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQpOY-1cbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/r8fqlSEugnY/s320/Easter+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing my other cute girlfriend, Alena.  Isn't she just precious? Look how wittle she is!! Mom says I was that little once....I don't believe her.  Look at her cheeks!  Look at her hair!! You don't blame me now for wanting to plant a big wet kiss on her now, do you?  Mom says that she wants an Asian baby cuz Alena is "to die for cute"!  I told you she was wierd! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQpGGzsWjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CiAFbgOpWUY/s1600-h/Easter+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324425844342151730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQpGGzsWjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CiAFbgOpWUY/s320/Easter+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my chicks.  They ALL love me! I'm hot stuff!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQo9H_jKOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9cdxid1qCiI/s1600-h/Easter+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324425690041493730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQo9H_jKOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9cdxid1qCiI/s320/Easter+2009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me, my Mom and Dad, Kensley's Mom and Dad and Alena's Mom and Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that was my Easter.  After Alena's hoop-la we went to Alena's grandma's house for a very yummy BBQ.  She has a ton of aunts, uncles and cousins...so I had a good time people watching.  The only part of this day I didn't like was the drive home!  That is one long drive!!  But, well worth it to see my babes.&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/3147014350817861292-1878571771366072981?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1878571771366072981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=1878571771366072981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1878571771366072981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1878571771366072981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-easter.html' title='My First Easter'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQpZ-kTXKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DSgfjP5w9Ys/s72-c/Easter+2009+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-4555926648485417663</id><published>2009-04-13T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:09:05.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First REAL Smooch!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQnWdur5bI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UfGYUKvovm8/s1600-h/Easter+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQnWdur5bI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UfGYUKvovm8/s320/Easter+2009+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324423926349817266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right....I got me a REAL smooch!!  Not just from my Mom.  A real live smooch from somebody closer to my age.  Yes, she's older and all, but my Mom is 6 months older than my Dad.  So, who knows what can happen? She's only 8 months older than me.  All I know is she is H.O.T.!!!  I'm counting down the days until I can see my Kensley again.  Things haven't been the same since I left....I feel empty inside.  But, at least I have that smooch to keep me going.  Miss you Kensley!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-4555926648485417663?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4555926648485417663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=4555926648485417663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4555926648485417663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4555926648485417663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-very-first-real-smooch.html' title='My Very First REAL Smooch!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SeQnWdur5bI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UfGYUKvovm8/s72-c/Easter+2009+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-7091972650943162399</id><published>2009-04-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:41:04.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Says, Mom Says, Mom Says</title><content type='html'>Mom Says....well, she says A LOT of things.  Too much sometimes.  Anyhoo, the recent rambling is she says we need to post more.  She says we need to let my Rachel know that I'm doing "awesome possum" and so she sees how big I'm getting.  She says....that I need to let the masses know that I am crawling now...much to her dismay.  Dad loves it, but Mom wants me to remain her little man cub.    I also am babbling a lot, a lot.  My favorite word is "da da".  I say it all the time and Mom says very loud.  She calls me loudmouth.  Don't tell her...but so is she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are off of Mom's phone, so she says the quality isn't that great...but at least I'm posting pictures right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SdrCjB9kDII/AAAAAAAAAV4/zHsd9LxUjVs/s1600-h/Mostly+Grady+but+2+Houses+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SdrCjB9kDII/AAAAAAAAAV4/zHsd9LxUjVs/s320/Mostly+Grady+but+2+Houses+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779816769522818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom says that I need to show people that I can actually sleep all by myself and in my own crib.&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SdrCZC3eyEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VmAlNglp6Ts/s1600-h/Mostly+Grady+but+2+Houses+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SdrCZC3eyEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VmAlNglp6Ts/s320/Mostly+Grady+but+2+Houses+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779645213755458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, I prefer to sleep with my "armpit".  Either in it or on it....doesn't matter.  Dad likes it to0.  But, Mom says that now that I'm a big boy, I need to sleep by myself more often.  We'll see about that MOM!!&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/3147014350817861292-7091972650943162399?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7091972650943162399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=7091972650943162399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7091972650943162399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7091972650943162399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/04/mom-says-mom-says-mom-says.html' title='Mom Says, Mom Says, Mom Says'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SdrCjB9kDII/AAAAAAAAAV4/zHsd9LxUjVs/s72-c/Mostly+Grady+but+2+Houses+083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-3503679285977692750</id><published>2009-03-26T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:34:26.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Beach Boy</title><content type='html'>So much has been going on....where to begin? My world changed....we moved to Huntington Beach at the beginning of this week.  My Mom and Dad found out we were moving two weeks ago...so things have been CRAZY!!  For starters...my Dad had to go down to Southern California to start his job without my Mom and I.  We had to stay behind to pack up our house.  Thank heavens Grandma Shauna came and pretty much did it all!! My Mom is a nut case!  But, I sure missed my Dad.  I cuddle with him every morning...right in his armpit...so I was not happy that week he was gone.  My Mom is great and all, but she is NOT my DAD!!  Needless to say, I was ecstatic when I got my "armpit" back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been all sorts of craziness going on in my new home.  Something about the washing machine flooding and then the refrigerator.  My Mom was ready to cry, but then Grandma Dee and Grandpa Marv came to her rescue.  Otherwise, I'm pretty sure she was gonna lose her mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my Mom posted some pictures of my first St. Patrick's Day.  My Dad says I'm not Irish, but my Mom says nobody would know with a name like Grady (my Dad won't let my Mom put our last name on the internet....but just know that it's very Irish also).  So, Mom dressed me in green and bought me my first pair of shorts and flip flops since I live by the beach now.  Once she dressed me she was laughing...she said I look like my Dad in my new duds.  See for yourself...&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ScxuyEyU2gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lRa4zxbPmPQ/s1600-h/008.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ScxuyEyU2gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lRa4zxbPmPQ/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317747066575051266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of me, my Mom and her herpe.  Apparently, when she gets really stressed, she gets cold sores on her lip...she calls them herpes.  Dad told her not to kiss me with that thing on her lip, but she did anyway.  I don't know why he told her that, cuz I saw him kissing her!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ScxuodIrXHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5aoq3QXxzp8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ScxuodIrXHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5aoq3QXxzp8/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317746901312560242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad trying to show me how to stand up all by myself.  Maybe someday Dad!&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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ScxuczhhEzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/piD4FBgueug/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ScxuczhhEzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/piD4FBgueug/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317746701163893554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look I did it...for about half a second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, do you think I look like my Dad when I wear my "beach wear"? (please say yes, please say yes....Dad is my hero!)&lt;br /&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/3147014350817861292-3503679285977692750?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3503679285977692750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=3503679285977692750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3503679285977692750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3503679285977692750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-beach-boy.html' title='I&apos;m a Beach Boy'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/ScxuyEyU2gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lRa4zxbPmPQ/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-4688275535186032708</id><published>2009-03-08T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:02:59.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Firsts</title><content type='html'>My Mom and I didn't put the pictures in order, but Mom says it doesn't matter.  So, the pictures will tell the story.  Enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRiU2THHmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BSWQuWiVnHw/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977970889236066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRiU2THHmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BSWQuWiVnHw/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Dad and I went down to So. Cal. for President's Day weekend.  Grandpa Jim was very funny.  My Mom still says that I'm his "mini-me".  What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRiM8KLIwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UCSGT4BuS7s/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977835023409922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRiM8KLIwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UCSGT4BuS7s/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is cousin Jack and I hanging out with my Dad at the mall while my Mom shopped.  People kept stopping and asking my dad if we were twins.  Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRiFo6w8PI/AAAAAAAAAVA/J_E08JZMIXI/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977709599420658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRiFo6w8PI/AAAAAAAAAVA/J_E08JZMIXI/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack and me again.  We look the same height, but Jack is actually taller than me.  I was cheating by wearing shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRh8vaKt-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/RC-VK5rZfmk/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977556722923490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRh8vaKt-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/RC-VK5rZfmk/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Dad, Grandpa Marv, Grandma Dee and I went to Valentine's dinner together.  I loved the string on her sweatshirt.  It felt good on my gums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRh1dwP1CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Pl5wvJLBl-g/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977431724610594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRh1dwP1CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Pl5wvJLBl-g/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom and I on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhtk1Uk7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/DPrI356GUJQ/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977296185988018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhtk1Uk7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/DPrI356GUJQ/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhknDhqPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3bB42_Gda3c/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977142163613938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhknDhqPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3bB42_Gda3c/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and I on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhcpNQJ4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/ioBIAYDvCqU/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977005302327170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhcpNQJ4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/ioBIAYDvCqU/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It snowed at my house the day we left to go see my Grandmas and Grandpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhV3HoNvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zTQOAPu1sXM/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310976888777750258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhV3HoNvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zTQOAPu1sXM/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom and Dad's cars had a lot of snow on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhMr_Cd8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Fv7otQ89HR4/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310976731170109378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhMr_Cd8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Fv7otQ89HR4/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Grandma Shauna came up at the beginning of February, she bought me a new basketball hoop.  It is very entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhEQOZkAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J8e4xAA66tE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310976586279391234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRhEQOZkAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J8e4xAA66tE/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRgrCSH2hI/AAAAAAAAAT4/pd2zTm_ogBU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310976153040181778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRgrCSH2hI/AAAAAAAAAT4/pd2zTm_ogBU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kensley's Mom, Yannette, made us Cat in the Hat hats for Dr. Seuss's birthday.  Our crazy Moms tried to take us down to Fairy Tale Land for his birthday party, but it was raining sooo hard it got rained out.  The rain was AWESOME!!  You should've seen our Moms trying to get everything in the car and us in the car....lets just say they were both absolutely soaking wet!! Seriously, they are crazy ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRghc1GNLI/AAAAAAAAATw/l3bIrgWBir0/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310975988367504562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRghc1GNLI/AAAAAAAAATw/l3bIrgWBir0/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my Traver chicks (that's Kensley and her Mom)!  They have doggies and I try to tell my Mom and Dad that I need one too, but they don't know what I'm saying yet.  When I go to Kensley's house I love to watch her doggies...and Ani likes to give me kisses...it tickles. Mom doesn't know but I just pooped my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRgRDqCljI/AAAAAAAAATo/e4fRAJaKeRs/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310975706732336690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRgRDqCljI/AAAAAAAAATo/e4fRAJaKeRs/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom says I'm a big boy now cuz I can hold my bottle all by myself!!  I do it myself most of the time, but I still like my Mom to do it before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRgHgzgLWI/AAAAAAAAATg/pDzd_6wrYO0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310975542757961058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRgHgzgLWI/AAAAAAAAATg/pDzd_6wrYO0/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom started feeding me rice cereal.  I don't really like the stuff.  It doesn't taste good at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRf5UnKLsI/AAAAAAAAATY/oDgWLzq1IWw/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310975298966793922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRf5UnKLsI/AAAAAAAAATY/oDgWLzq1IWw/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, avocado on the other hand...now that is simply delicious!!  I also like bananas.  Tonight Mom is gonna give me carrots...what a funny word..carrots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Mom took me to the Doctor for my 6 month check up on Friday...I am now 19 pounds  8  &amp;amp; 3/4 ounces and 27 &amp;amp; 1/4 inches long.  I got shots...now I have a lump in each leg.  Mom says its for my own good.  Now you're all caught up with the goings on of me.  Exciting stuff!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-4688275535186032708?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4688275535186032708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=4688275535186032708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4688275535186032708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/4688275535186032708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-firsts.html' title='Some Firsts'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SbRiU2THHmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BSWQuWiVnHw/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-7203555449203020658</id><published>2009-02-18T15:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:02:53.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>There's quite a bit to catch you up on in my world.  But, I am very sleepy right now so I'm telling Mom to hurry it up with the pictures so I can go night night.  More pictures will follow soon, I promise.  This is what's going on...my Grandma Shauna came to visit me, which was a ton-o-fun!  I'm sitting up now (mostly by myself).  I went to So. Cal. with  my Mom and Dad over the holiday weekend and had a ton more fun.  I got to see so much family....even Aunt Kelly and cousin Jack came up to see me from San Diego, and I got to see both my Grandmas and two of my Grandpas.  I was spoiled with love and attention!!  Unitl next time....enjoy two of my pictures from turning 5 months old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SZyga1jzE8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/zxPyI4hLI74/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290844049871810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SZyga1jzE8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/zxPyI4hLI74/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SZygUta9WEI/AAAAAAAAATI/TC8mcQnCrAU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290738786097218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SZygUta9WEI/AAAAAAAAATI/TC8mcQnCrAU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-7203555449203020658?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7203555449203020658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=7203555449203020658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7203555449203020658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7203555449203020658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/02/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SZyga1jzE8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/zxPyI4hLI74/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-2593711881799950460</id><published>2009-02-03T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:44:18.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my Dad's birthday and my Rachel's birthday!! Crazy huh? I hope that both of them have a great day today!!  My Mom and I got my Dad a new guitar and I'm not allowed to say what we got my Rachel yet cuz we haven't mailed it (my Mom is a slacker).  She says that we're doing that today.  My Mom says that she posted these pictures because we really didn't need to get my Dad a gift.  She says I'm his gift.  So these pictures are just to remind him of how tiny I was.  My Mom loves them because she can tell in his face how quickly he fell in love with me.  My Mom is super sappy today.  Anyhoo....Happy Birthday Dad and Rachel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SYice5AlcYI/AAAAAAAAATA/gYYJZX0zVbs/s1600-h/More+Grady+Bear+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298657016114672002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SYice5AlcYI/AAAAAAAAATA/gYYJZX0zVbs/s320/More+Grady+Bear+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still like to sleep like this.  Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and my Dad comes and gets me.  He lets me sleep like this still until morning.  He's very warm and cozy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SYicTS6Pt2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UumxKFd6IH8/s1600-h/labor+day+%26+grady+day+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298656816908973922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SYicTS6Pt2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UumxKFd6IH8/s320/labor+day+%26+grady+day+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom says he's in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SYicLLBrriI/AAAAAAAAASw/Jj6nzF_pzHQ/s1600-h/labor+day+%26+grady+day+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298656677353729570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SYicLLBrriI/AAAAAAAAASw/Jj6nzF_pzHQ/s320/labor+day+%26+grady+day+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom says that this is the first time he held me and he was trying not to cry in front of all the women in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&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/3147014350817861292-2593711881799950460?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2593711881799950460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=2593711881799950460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2593711881799950460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2593711881799950460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SYice5AlcYI/AAAAAAAAATA/gYYJZX0zVbs/s72-c/More+Grady+Bear+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-2444891094248764082</id><published>2009-01-24T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:32:38.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Literally, my Dad ROCKS!! I love it when he plays me the guitar. I just laugh and laugh. I'm his number one groupie...my Mom says I'm his only groupie. I try to tell him that he needs to play me &lt;em&gt;"eensy weensy spider"&lt;/em&gt; but he doesn't understand all the squealing I do. My Uncle Dan plays me the guitar too. He's funny. When I laugh, he laughs. Actually, he laughs at ANYTHING I do. Apparently, he's lacking sufficient entertainment in his life. Uncle Dan comes to visit me at &lt;strong&gt;least&lt;/strong&gt; once a week. He's my fav!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXt5MfvDQ7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/gpUqTyMlr5g/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294959042488386482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXt5MfvDQ7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/gpUqTyMlr5g/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXt5HWsY60I/AAAAAAAAASI/oZNpQX9uK6Q/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294958954161957698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXt5HWsY60I/AAAAAAAAASI/oZNpQX9uK6Q/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom says I should let you know that I am laughing in this picture...not crying or screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXt5B4W054I/AAAAAAAAASA/XMG3GbTgAzo/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294958860119107458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXt5B4W054I/AAAAAAAAASA/XMG3GbTgAzo/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm trying to show my Dad that I want him to play &lt;em&gt;"eensy weensy spider"&lt;/em&gt; for me but he still doesn't get it. I guess I don't do it as good as my Mom does. Whatever he plays is good enough for me though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dad Rocks!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3147014350817861292-2444891094248764082?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2444891094248764082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=2444891094248764082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2444891094248764082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2444891094248764082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dad-rocks.html' title='My Dad Rocks!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXt5MfvDQ7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/gpUqTyMlr5g/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-5676473411338984783</id><published>2009-01-18T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:12:18.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 &amp; #3</title><content type='html'>As promised here are #2 and #3 of my favorite things being a BIG 4 month old.  I no longer like my "play gym".  I need to be sitting up seeing what is going on around me.  So my Mom and Dad wised up and got me these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXQzI9pYgoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GfrvTtc0QgY/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292911691147281026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXQzI9pYgoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GfrvTtc0QgY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my "jumper".  My Aunt Kelly gave it to my Mom and Dad before she moved.  She's pretty smart because I LOVE IT!!  I sit in it everyday and watch my Mom get ready for the day and sometimes I "hang" out in the office with my Dad while he gets work done.  Thanks Aunt Kelly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXQzB3BElnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7ubUQJL3lLg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292911569108506226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXQzB3BElnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7ubUQJL3lLg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my "walker".  This is a genius invention.  I can spend FOREVER in here.  See that thing I'm holding onto in the picutre...I love to bite on that..it is heaven to my gums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXQy7geIOcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mQeyAAGSH8A/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292911459977148866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXQy7geIOcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mQeyAAGSH8A/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And just in case you forgot #3, my Mom made me re-post another picture of my ducky tub.  She says its closer up and you can see how cute I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that's it...those are my 3 favorite things for 4 months!!&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/3147014350817861292-5676473411338984783?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5676473411338984783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=5676473411338984783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5676473411338984783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5676473411338984783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-3.html' title='#2 &amp; #3'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SXQzI9pYgoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GfrvTtc0QgY/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-9114658101536834358</id><published>2009-01-13T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:25:46.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 4 Month Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SW0-5OueZhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EkcIi5qOl_E/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290954290156693010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SW0-5OueZhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EkcIi5qOl_E/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have three new loves.  This is my first.  My new rubber ducky bath tub!!  I LOVE it!!  Stay tuned for number two and three.....&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/3147014350817861292-9114658101536834358?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/9114658101536834358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=9114658101536834358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/9114658101536834358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/9114658101536834358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-4-month-loves.html' title='My 4 Month Loves'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SW0-5OueZhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EkcIi5qOl_E/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-1068091677509319271</id><published>2009-01-05T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:20:08.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M LATE!!!  I'M SORRY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SWK8oR-L0ZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l4ZlOQ5rKmY/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287996312691397010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SWK8oR-L0ZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l4ZlOQ5rKmY/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm a slacker and I'm sorry for not posting last week!! For Christmas, I got a cold and an ear infection so I wasn't feeling up to it.  And, those antibiotics did not like my gut:(  But, I'm over it now and all is well with my gut!!  I went to the pediatrician today and I now weigh 16 pounds &amp;amp; 2 1/2 ounces.  I am also 26 inches long!!  My Mom says I'm getting too big too fast!  You should see my cousin Jack though...I'm just trying to catch up to him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My first Christmas was just another day!!  All except my Mom kept getting emotional...she teared up and cried for two days STRAIGHT!!  My Dad and I didn't know what to do!!  She says they were tears of joy.  She never dreamed she would ever have a baby for Christmas and she kept telling my Dad over and over and over again how very lucky they are to have me.  And, how very grateful they are for my Rachel.  Speaking of my Rachel...thanks for the books.  I love them.  My Mom reads to me every night and I love it....so it is the perfect gift.  Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's ....what's that?  My Mom, Dad and I went out for a steak dinner and we watched a movie.  I was asleep by the time 2009 got here though.  I don't even know what 2009 is!! So, what's the big whoop?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Mary came and visited me again over the weekend.  She's fun.  Her hair is growing back now and it's longer than mine!!  Not too long ago I had a ton more hair than she did!!  Anyhow, my Grandma Dee and Grandpa Marv are coming to visit me this weekend...my Mom says I need to rest up for their visit...cuz we're gonna P-A-R-T-Y!!!  Man, my Mom is funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 2009 EVERYONE!!!!&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/3147014350817861292-1068091677509319271?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1068091677509319271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=1068091677509319271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1068091677509319271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/1068091677509319271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-late-im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;M LATE!!!  I&apos;M SORRY!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SWK8oR-L0ZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l4ZlOQ5rKmY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-2257035401914073962</id><published>2008-12-24T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:46:56.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>My Dad tells me that today is Christmas Eve and I'd better get to updating my blog....so I'm doing what I'm told...for now!  We are staying at home this year.  My Mom and Dad say this is the firt time in their 7 year marriage that they've spent Christmas without spending it with one of their families.  We are suppose to be starting our own family traditions.  I don't know what that means.  Anyhow, my Mom has taken some pictures.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-zW-ntGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tH_jOBFjZJw/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283565471154025570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-zW-ntGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tH_jOBFjZJw/s320/Christmas+2008+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken after what my Mom calls "Christmas Sunday".  Which means...the Sunday before Christmas.  Both my Dad and I were sick and she made us go to church because it was "CHRISTMAS SUNDAY!!!"  We only went to one hour, so she was somewhat forgiven for making us go to church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-tri5REI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7UUwVbo-HGk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283565373595665474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-tri5REI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7UUwVbo-HGk/s320/Christmas+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not looking at the camera, but don't my Mom and Dad look cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-mifKN0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/YRMT2UMVYDI/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283565250904995650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-mifKN0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/YRMT2UMVYDI/s320/Christmas+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my favorite guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-WSrb2VI/AAAAAAAAAPw/74v48ge1TrE/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283564971783608658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-WSrb2VI/AAAAAAAAAPw/74v48ge1TrE/s320/Christmas+2008+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard to see the fever blister under my Dad's nose, but it's there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-NvMTt3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fgZ3lByhG4Y/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283564824818857842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-NvMTt3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fgZ3lByhG4Y/s320/Christmas+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom and I on "Christmas Sunday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-GWvyq5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/HW-sD49a8hg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283564697997716370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-GWvyq5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/HW-sD49a8hg/s320/Christmas+2008+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&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/3147014350817861292-2257035401914073962?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2257035401914073962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=2257035401914073962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2257035401914073962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/2257035401914073962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SVL-zW-ntGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tH_jOBFjZJw/s72-c/Christmas+2008+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-5193006124584943920</id><published>2008-12-17T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:47:05.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love of The Softies</title><content type='html'>I love soft blankies.  I sleep very very well on them.  This is my favorite blanket that I sleep on.  My Uncle Dan brought it back from Korea for my parents a few years ago and I have officially taken it over.  Everyday I take my afternoon nap on it.  I prefer to sleep on it nekid.  Now my Mom says its too cold to let me sleep on it nekid.  I'm determined to get my way...one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUl--kfNUXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XJhJFRdz-oA/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280891651480179058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUl--kfNUXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XJhJFRdz-oA/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom also says that I'm suppose to tell my Rachel what I'm up to these days.  Mom says I'm doing something new all the time.  One thing I've discovered and LOVE are my hands!  They are the coolest!!  I like my toys too....now I reach for them and attack them.  My Mom and Dad love to watch me play with my toys.  And, just yesterday I started blowing "raspberries".  Now I make all sort of bubbles...I think its pretty cool!  I'm trying really hard to roll over, but I haven't quite done it by myself yet.  I talk a lot too...well at least to my parents.  As soon as strangers get in my face, I just stare at them.  They try to get me to smile, but I don't know them so I don't!  What can I say...you have to "work it" for my love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  I went to see Santa last week...if my Mom and I ever figure out how to scan the picture we'll post it.  Santa is a stranger so I didn't smile for him either.  In fact, I didn't even look at him.&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/3147014350817861292-5193006124584943920?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5193006124584943920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=5193006124584943920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5193006124584943920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5193006124584943920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-love-of-softies.html' title='My Love of The Softies'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUl--kfNUXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XJhJFRdz-oA/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-5227928631189219590</id><published>2008-12-10T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:34:07.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Many Looks</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything great to tell you cuz all I do is eat, sleep and poop.  So, enjoy my pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBwempd_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/b596-0jNwMc/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278291064382912498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBwempd_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/b596-0jNwMc/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBpc9isuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qWbu9fdIigE/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278290943682982626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBpc9isuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qWbu9fdIigE/s320/062.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/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBYwb3-cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Eaa3iaotd8k/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278290656852703682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBYwb3-cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Eaa3iaotd8k/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, the bath!! Again, I love it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBO4GicBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_1CPUrEqpo0/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278290487112003602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBO4GicBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_1CPUrEqpo0/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to stand.  My Mom says I look like a "big boy" when I do.  And, my Dad thinks it would be really funny if I was running already.  He's a weird one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBG_W_qSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0uiNehmkWLE/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278290351621122338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBG_W_qSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0uiNehmkWLE/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBA-5U2LTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9LHyz3OwfXk/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278290212562545970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBA-5U2LTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9LHyz3OwfXk/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBA4XA8e_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E00Nk9RehMY/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278290100273052658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBA4XA8e_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E00Nk9RehMY/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom and these darn leg warmer things!! They do keep my legs nice and toasty though.  If I could be nekid all day and not worry about getting cold, I'd do it in a heart beat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBAxhC-LdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qz-F5Ur2xpI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278289982706822610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBAxhC-LdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qz-F5Ur2xpI/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBAsxrJuaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SYe8pSq5lbo/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278289901270972834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBAsxrJuaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SYe8pSq5lbo/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She doesn't stop with the dang camera.  It's always in my face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBAnRrJXrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ezvTe3ypiLY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278289806781669042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBAnRrJXrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ezvTe3ypiLY/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, I just wake up and need to stretch and she's all up in my face with that camera!! Make it stop already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBAhPCmCBI/AAAAAAAAANw/92PaAPIa0l8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278289702995494930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBAhPCmCBI/AAAAAAAAANw/92PaAPIa0l8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3147014350817861292-5227928631189219590?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5227928631189219590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=5227928631189219590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5227928631189219590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5227928631189219590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-many-looks.html' title='My Many Looks'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SUBBwempd_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/b596-0jNwMc/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-6271279526547229924</id><published>2008-12-03T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:47:45.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love of Bath Time!!</title><content type='html'>What can I say? I love, love, love bath time!!  It is soo very relaxing I almost fall asleep...ahh the warm water is the bestest!!!  My Mom and Dad hope that my love of bath time will turn me into a "water baby".  What's a water baby? It sounds a little creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/STcZJYizPLI/AAAAAAAAANo/sc6b1vhZv7M/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275713137485757618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/STcZJYizPLI/AAAAAAAAANo/sc6b1vhZv7M/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/STcY2LJTMTI/AAAAAAAAANg/o_bYUMyX8Rk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275712807471624498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/STcY2LJTMTI/AAAAAAAAANg/o_bYUMyX8Rk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom says that my Dad isn't gonna really like it that we posted the pic of me nekid...but my Mom says "it's sooo cute!!" Plus it doesn't really &lt;em&gt;show&lt;/em&gt; anything, so hopefully he'll just shake his head and roll his eyes at us.  Also, we think that my Rachel will want to see me all nekid and chunkified!!  My Mom loves my chunky thighs...she says if she could dip them in chocolate she would eat them.  What does that mean? She's truly crazy!!&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/3147014350817861292-6271279526547229924?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6271279526547229924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=6271279526547229924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/6271279526547229924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/6271279526547229924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-love-of-bath-time.html' title='My Love of Bath Time!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/STcZJYizPLI/AAAAAAAAANo/sc6b1vhZv7M/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-3240568595531760610</id><published>2008-11-26T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:19:40.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>I get to go hang out with this guy for Turkey Day...my cousin Jack.  I must say that I'm pretty excited.  I also get to see my Grandpa Bob...he's driving all the way from Wyoming just to see me and Jack.  The last time I saw him I was only a few days old...I've changed a bit since then.  My Mom says this is her favorite meal of the whole year so I'm excited to see what that smells like.  I'll post more pics of the big meal soon.  Until then, Happy Turkey Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SS3mgy1n6wI/AAAAAAAAANY/b9wys8tg_tU/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124189797608194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SS3mgy1n6wI/AAAAAAAAANY/b9wys8tg_tU/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-3240568595531760610?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3240568595531760610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=3240568595531760610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3240568595531760610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3240568595531760610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SS3mgy1n6wI/AAAAAAAAANY/b9wys8tg_tU/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-3225635979692090037</id><published>2008-11-21T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:01:31.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Mexican Cousins</title><content type='html'>Finally, my Mom is letting me post pictures of my cousins from New Mexico!! They met us in Southern California to celebrate Kyle's 4th b-day and for Keira to be officially introduced to the family. In case you forgot...she has three older brothers and I am one month older than her exactly!! She is so cute my Mom wanted to take her home with us!! So, without further ado, here are more of my many cousins.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdrRpk3CkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hwytMcIgpP8/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271299839822858818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdrRpk3CkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hwytMcIgpP8/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Keira...and let me tell you the paparazzi was going crazy when we were sitting next to each other! You'd think they had never seen two good looking babies sitting next to each other. What a bunch of nut jobs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdrJYYdxNI/AAAAAAAAANI/T8xTVOpd8Ps/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271299697768514770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdrJYYdxNI/AAAAAAAAANI/T8xTVOpd8Ps/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin Ryan. He is Keira's oldest brother. He's 8. My Mom says he's the best big brother to have....she whispered to me that when I get a sibling, she hopes I'm as nice as Ryan is to his brothers and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdrCRR7VwI/AAAAAAAAANA/UrssaX7arqE/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271299575602960130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdrCRR7VwI/AAAAAAAAANA/UrssaX7arqE/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Tyler. He is 6. My Mom thinks he's a little comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdq7emxOYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wv4ElT4FpSk/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271299458920954242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdq7emxOYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wv4ElT4FpSk/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, this is Kyle. He turned 4 when we were there. My Mom loved talking to him. If I wasn't there, I think she really would've tried to kidnap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdqzAGJehI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8xim_ruBKBY/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271299313292114450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdqzAGJehI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8xim_ruBKBY/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You should remember everyone in this photo now except for my Uncle Shaun and Aunt Jen. Hopefully, you remember my Grandpa and Grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Grandma had me a good portion of the time when my parents were talking to my cousins.  But, I will tell you that I heard A LOT of laughing from my Mom and Dad and my cousins.  I know my Mom and Dad wish we lived closer to them...maybe someday.  Until then, I can't wait to get bigger to see what all the laughing was about!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s.  Don't you think my Aunt Jen and my Mom kinda look alike? Scary huh? Don't be suprised if I get them confused someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/3147014350817861292-3225635979692090037?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3225635979692090037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=3225635979692090037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3225635979692090037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3225635979692090037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-mexican-cousins.html' title='My New Mexican Cousins'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSdrRpk3CkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hwytMcIgpP8/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-5262946422540602158</id><published>2008-11-20T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:47:35.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooh  Daad!!!</title><content type='html'>Have I told you how totally awesome I think my Dad is? He is so funny!  I love to hang out with him...but only when I'm in a good mood.  When I'm cranky or tired, I want my Mom.  But, my Dad is full of good times!! He is probably the funniest person I know.  My Mom thinks she's funniest...but she's not...Dad has her beat!  If I hear my Dad upstairs I crane my neck until I can see him or I talk really loud until he pays attention to me.  I love, love, love my Dad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSY8mmmACNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jb2o1ZGkBAI/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270967047776372946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSY8mmmACNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jb2o1ZGkBAI/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSY8fVGywwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T2HFDNmM-ng/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270966922822992642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSY8fVGywwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T2HFDNmM-ng/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3147014350817861292-5262946422540602158?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5262946422540602158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=5262946422540602158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5262946422540602158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5262946422540602158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/11/ooooh-daad.html' title='Ooooh  Daad!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SSY8mmmACNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jb2o1ZGkBAI/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-7081593789605323560</id><published>2008-11-13T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:06:16.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing....</title><content type='html'>...my Grandpa Jim!!! Last time we went down to So. Cal. my Mom forgot to take a picture of the two of us.  My Mom says that I look like my Grandpa Jim.  I think she forgot that I'm adopted...duh!! She says that I have the same color hair as him, but again, she's losing her mind...did she not notice that he has gray hair?? She says that at one time he had reddish brown hair too.  She also says that I have the same shaped face as him...round.  I think, she thinks, I look like him because of my belly...we match!!  Anyway, I like my Grandpa Jim...he's funny.  He likes to play games with me..one of which he balances me in the palm of his hand and moves me around...my Grandma HATES it when he does this.  I think that's why he does it...to irritate her.  Don't tell my Grandmas, but, my Dad does this same trick.  I LOVE IT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRznTxaCCPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a_ITqMYE5x4/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268339990982691058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRznTxaCCPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a_ITqMYE5x4/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-7081593789605323560?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7081593789605323560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=7081593789605323560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7081593789605323560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7081593789605323560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/11/introducing.html' title='Introducing....'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRznTxaCCPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a_ITqMYE5x4/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-3034673116434679092</id><published>2008-11-12T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:30:19.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One Is For You Aunt Mary</title><content type='html'>My Aunt Mary instructed me to put this picture on my blog.  I smile all the time now and I talk too...my Mom calls it cooing, but I call it talking.  One of the reasons we went to LA last week was becauuse it was my Aunt Mary's b-day...she turned 23.  So, on Saturday I went with my Mom, Grandma, Mary, Carla and Kyle to shop at &lt;em&gt;The Grove&lt;/em&gt;... I don't mind shopping because I got to be held the whole time...that pretty much equals heaven to me.  So, this picture is on our way out the door to do some shopping.  After the shopping we met my Dad, Grandpa and two of Aunt Mary's friends for some dinner off of Hollywood Blvd.  Supposedly it was some good eats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRtlDMcUitI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xRwYCiqWdQ8/s1600-h/100_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267915294693952210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRtlDMcUitI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xRwYCiqWdQ8/s320/100_0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom says that we'll post more pictures later.  She finally took a picture of me with my Grandpa Jim.  He's a funny guy.  I also got to meet my New Mexico cousins and Jack and I got to play some more.  My grandmas and  grandpas went bananas over me.  It was overall a pretty fun trip.&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/3147014350817861292-3034673116434679092?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3034673116434679092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=3034673116434679092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3034673116434679092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/3034673116434679092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-one-is-for-you-aunt-mary.html' title='This One Is For You Aunt Mary'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRtlDMcUitI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xRwYCiqWdQ8/s72-c/100_0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-5637948172669089373</id><published>2008-11-05T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:09:00.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Halloween</title><content type='html'>Well, Halloween turned out to be more fun than I thought. My cousins, Simon and Helene, came to my house to go trick or treating with me. It was raining pretty hard though so we only went to a few houses. Man, my cousins LOVE Halloween...especially Helene. She not only dressed up as Alice in Wonderland, but she really BECAME Alice. It was crazy. My Mom and Dad dressed me up as a skeleton...so I was thinking how do I ACT like a skeleton....you can't do that, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKgWvlF2hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/707q4EDTymg/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265447226939136530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKgWvlF2hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/707q4EDTymg/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Alice...ahem, I mean Helene. If she wasn't my cousin, I'd think she was cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKgL39e6kI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FUJCKVxv430/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265447040210364994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKgL39e6kI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FUJCKVxv430/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Mr. Incredible....I mean Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKgFQ39L7I/AAAAAAAAALw/TlNwYXEXFt0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446926638985138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKgFQ39L7I/AAAAAAAAALw/TlNwYXEXFt0/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the trick or treating crew. My Mom stayed home to pass out candy. In the back row is My Uncle Tyson, then me and my Dad and then my Aunt Kelly...she was the Mad Hatter. And, then obviously on the bottom row is Mr. Incredible and Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKf8U3PfaI/AAAAAAAAALo/FYI6Mf_oTv8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446773090909602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKf8U3PfaI/AAAAAAAAALo/FYI6Mf_oTv8/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my Dad and I ready to go get some candy. My Mom thinks its funny when he puts me in this backpack thing..she says it looks like mini-me from some movie called &lt;em&gt;Austin Powers&lt;/em&gt;. I love this back pack thing...it lets me see EVERYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKf2GJ_p5I/AAAAAAAAALg/ATB99V7Z_Tk/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446666063816594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKf2GJ_p5I/AAAAAAAAALg/ATB99V7Z_Tk/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me after our trick or treating adventure. I needed to stretch out after that ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKfwlWe9II/AAAAAAAAALY/0Ez0nGt58TQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446571358483586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKfwlWe9II/AAAAAAAAALY/0Ez0nGt58TQ/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next two pictures is to show you all what I look like at 12 lbs &amp;amp; 3 1/4 oz. and 22 3/4 inches long!! I went to the Doctor today and he was pretty impressed with my eating abilities. So, my Mom had to take MORE pictures of my fatty cheeks and the beginning of what my Mom calls a "Budda belly". What the heck does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKfj7xXllI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nofJhtoUhvc/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446354038527570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKfj7xXllI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nofJhtoUhvc/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKfbx4flZI/AAAAAAAAALI/qPIdUr79cKM/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446213945103762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKfbx4flZI/AAAAAAAAALI/qPIdUr79cKM/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heard the Doctor tell my parents that I'm doing great! So, I guess that's like an A+ on a report card or something. My Mom had all sorts of questions she was asking....she's a bit crazy, but I think I've said that a time or two. Tomorrow, I'm going to Southern California to see my grandparents, aunts, uncles and a ton of cousins. So, I should have an entertaining post when we get back. Cuz my Mom must've gotten her crazy from somewhere!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I forgot to remind you all that I'm 2 months old today!! And, my Rachel tells me that she's not the only one that reads my blog....so for all you lurkers out there, please feel free to leave a comment if you want to. You don't have to have a blog to leave a comment. You can be anonymous if you want. My Mom is nagging me to tell my grandparents (adoptive and birth) that they're suppose to leave comments too!! Don't be shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time......&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/3147014350817861292-5637948172669089373?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5637948172669089373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=5637948172669089373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5637948172669089373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/5637948172669089373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-very-first-halloween.html' title='My Very First Halloween'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SRKgWvlF2hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/707q4EDTymg/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-283829373302647631</id><published>2008-10-31T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:20:30.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQugRfGkaFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qr7xOnS2wBo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263476811779827794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQugRfGkaFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qr7xOnS2wBo/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, this is what Halloween is about? Putting me in a lame sleeper and taking my picture on a pumpkin? I forgot to mention that the stem of that dumb pumpkin is up my rear....thank heavens for diapers!!  My Mom says that this day gets better....when it turns to night Simon and Helene are coming over and then people are going to give us candy??? Hmmm.....we'll see about that!!&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/3147014350817861292-283829373302647631?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/283829373302647631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=283829373302647631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/283829373302647631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/283829373302647631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQugRfGkaFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qr7xOnS2wBo/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-7477293909354608349</id><published>2008-10-27T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:19:01.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know??</title><content type='html'>.....that my Aunt Mary came to visit me for a few days? We went to lunch TWO times...and I heard her and my Mom gossiping...but shhh don't tell anyone.  And, they were laughing too loud; people were staring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQlcguT-rmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qBVRAXasGks/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262839356816535138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQlcguT-rmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qBVRAXasGks/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, did you know that I have TWO Aunt Kelly's?  Yup, TWO!! This Aunt Kelly is my Mom's sister...she's the one who designed my kick butt blog.  She is also the Mom of my cousins, Simon and Helene.   She also made me my blanket that I sleep with EVERY night...it's crocheted or knit or something...basically, its handmade!! This Aunt Kelly cried when she saw me for the first time....but, again, that's our little secret...don't tell anyone.  My Mom said she cried because I'm so cute it took her breath away....but I think my Mom is full of crap already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQafLKZjI5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Zm4wuHp182w/s1600-h/P1030517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262068228747895698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQafLKZjI5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Zm4wuHp182w/s320/P1030517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Aunt Kelly is my Dad's sister.  She is my cousin, Jack's, Mom.  This picture is taken at a party my Mom's friends threw for me down in the So. Cal..  This Aunt Kelly made me a TON of receiving blankets that I love.  She also just sent my Mom and Dad a DVD of how to tell what my cries mean....it has made my life a heck of a lot easier!! Thanks Aunt Kelly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQae5tIuNpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EDTsUzqgelo/s1600-h/IMG_7924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262067928834913938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQae5tIuNpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EDTsUzqgelo/s320/IMG_7924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least...this is my newest cousin Keira.  She is one month younger than me exactly.  She also weighed the same as me.  She lives in New Mexico and I can't wait to meet her and her 3 brothers.  She's cute, don't ya think....but, don't tell her I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQaepDFK7lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Bo7u_UgimJk/s1600-h/Picture_129%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262067642667822674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQaepDFK7lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Bo7u_UgimJk/s320/Picture_129%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom says to stay tuned for Halloween pictures.  What's Halloween?  I'm sure I'll be finding out soon enough.&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/3147014350817861292-7477293909354608349?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7477293909354608349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=7477293909354608349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7477293909354608349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/7477293909354608349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know??'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQlcguT-rmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qBVRAXasGks/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-6834193331259703522</id><published>2008-10-24T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:07:54.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit Sick</title><content type='html'>My Mom tells me that today I am 7 weeks old...she says that means 7 extra kisses today...see, she's nuts!! Nothing too exciting has happened this past week. I am experiencing my first cold so my parents won't take me too many places now. Being sick isn't much fun, but man you should see how fast my Mom and Dad react when I cough or sneeze. You think I was on fire or something. I'm feeling better now that I have a humidifier by my bed. I'm not as cranky anymore either. I heard my Dad telling my Mom that she got me sick from all the kisses she gives me....he of course was teasing her like he always does! But, I think my Mom feels guilty...you see, she works with sick people, so I think she thinks she brought it home from work and passed it on to me. I try to tell her it's not her fault, but she still doesn't understand all of my growling and grunting. So, here's some pictures from the last week....you can tell I'm still happy even though I was a wee bit sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQF4EpXTsFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sVahuZ8IeVo/s1600-h/Week+6+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260617860963872850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQF4EpXTsFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sVahuZ8IeVo/s320/Week+6+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me and my Dad taking a nap. My Mom loves to take these pictures. She says we're SOOOOOO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQF3-06yveI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mkbled0kwG8/s1600-h/Week+6+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260617760986283490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQF3-06yveI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mkbled0kwG8/s320/Week+6+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me teasing my Mom with a half smile. I can't wait for Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQF34dnL69I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U06EkrXJB6M/s1600-h/Week+6+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260617651650816978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQF34dnL69I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U06EkrXJB6M/s320/Week+6+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me kickin' it in my swing. I love this thing!! After my Mom and I get ready for the day we go downstairs, she puts me in my swing and I watch her wash all of my bottles. I usually fall asleep watching her clean the rest of the kitchen. I love my swing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Aunt Mary is here to visit me. Good thing I'm feeling better. 'Til next time......&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/3147014350817861292-6834193331259703522?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6834193331259703522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=6834193331259703522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/6834193331259703522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/6834193331259703522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bit-sick.html' title='Little Bit Sick'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SQF4EpXTsFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sVahuZ8IeVo/s72-c/Week+6+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147014350817861292.post-6576028692710512029</id><published>2008-10-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:50:34.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out...Here I Come!!</title><content type='html'>I should start out by thanking my Aunt Kelly for creating my awesome blog.  It took her a month to do it because she got sick...and she's busy taking care of my cousins, Simon and Helene.  I feel bad because my Mom wouldn't stop bugging her.  She did a great job, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of my blog is so that my Rachel can see how big I am getting.   My Mom says its so she can see how handsome I am too....but you know how Mom's are...just a bit on the loopy side.  This blog is also so my birth family can see how cute I am and how happy I am.  It's also for all of my adoptive family who don't get to see me everyday.  My Mom and Dad say that I look different everyday....but, like I said before....L.O.O.P.Y.!!  Just between you and me....I can't believe how many people love me between my adoptive family and my birth family.  That doesn't even count all of my friends who WISH they were my family.  I like to think that I am more loved than any other kid out there.  But, shhhh....that's our little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particualr post is just a glimpse into my almost 6 weeks here on earth.  I'm going to introduce my Rachel to some of my family.  My Mom says that we'll do more posts that show all of the parties that have been given in my honor.  I'm a bit of a rockstar ya know.   The pictures start from my first night at home all the way to my first visit to the pumpkin patch with my girlfriend, Kensley.  So enjoy my pictures.  And feel free to leave me a comment (I call it a "shout out") if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUXzsgvuAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9YD6k7fzkxE/s1600-h/More+Grady+Bear+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257134316914194434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUXzsgvuAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9YD6k7fzkxE/s320/More+Grady+Bear+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my favorite place to sleep....right up close to my Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUXRdyqUdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ec5nPBkbFz8/s1600-h/labor+day+%26+grady+day+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257133728847253970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUXRdyqUdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ec5nPBkbFz8/s320/labor+day+%26+grady+day+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Grandma Dee (my Dad's Mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUXEwedrTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2S5I8_2M0Cw/s1600-h/labor+day+%26+grady+day+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257133510524513586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUXEwedrTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2S5I8_2M0Cw/s320/labor+day+%26+grady+day+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Uncle Dan (my Dad's OLDER brother).  He came over the day after I came home from the hospital and made everybody lunch!!  Nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWxjenR0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AoniZmwn_WA/s1600-h/labor+day+%26+grady+day+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257133180617967426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWxjenR0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AoniZmwn_WA/s320/labor+day+%26+grady+day+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Grandpa Marv (my Dad's stepdad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWqDaKpeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4uvY31j82Zk/s1600-h/More+Grady+Bear+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257133051750295010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWqDaKpeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4uvY31j82Zk/s320/More+Grady+Bear+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Grandpa Bob (my Dad's dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWfLtv2pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vWttirCpKcc/s1600-h/Grady+Weeks+1-2+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257132865001347730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWfLtv2pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vWttirCpKcc/s320/Grady+Weeks+1-2+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Grandma Shauna (my Mom's mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWUFk9x-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2h8MdhJ8wjk/s1600-h/Grady+Weeks+1-2+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257132674375337954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWUFk9x-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2h8MdhJ8wjk/s320/Grady+Weeks+1-2+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Aunt Mary (my Mom's youngest sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWJQa_OHI/AAAAAAAAAII/L5CkK3fMSkU/s1600-h/Grady+Weeks+1-2+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257132488307718258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUWJQa_OHI/AAAAAAAAAII/L5CkK3fMSkU/s320/Grady+Weeks+1-2+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cousin Helene.  She's nuts.  She didn't like me right at first but now she can't stop kissing me!!  My Dad says she didn't like me because I was gonna take away her time with him.  But, since all I do is usually sleep when we see her, it's not a problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVyMrK34I/AAAAAAAAAIA/f9u57HhJyNM/s1600-h/Grady+Weeks+1-2+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257132092164857730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVyMrK34I/AAAAAAAAAIA/f9u57HhJyNM/s320/Grady+Weeks+1-2+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin Simon.  He adores me!! Everyone is amazed too.  You see, he LOVES my Dad so everyone thought he was going to have a problem with me....they thought he'd be jealous.  But, now I think he loves me more than he loves my Dad.  See grown ups don't know SQUAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVqiLELGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TQcXiMQtGVc/s1600-h/Grady+Weeks+1-2+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257131960496827490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVqiLELGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TQcXiMQtGVc/s320/Grady+Weeks+1-2+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me hangin with my Dad while he is supposedly "working".  If I'm not being held I prefer to be in my "Boppy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVZGlBmwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2nwbKR1wjUY/s1600-h/grady+love+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257131661031742210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVZGlBmwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2nwbKR1wjUY/s320/grady+love+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cousin Chase.  He's from Arizona.  He came all that way just to see me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVTHmVfjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sVVEGuW9-VQ/s1600-h/grady+love+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257131558226460210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVTHmVfjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sVVEGuW9-VQ/s320/grady+love+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin Christian.  He's from Arizona also.  Don't ask me what weird face he's making.  8 year olds are weird!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVMx-7gCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LwGJESnONNw/s1600-h/grady+love+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257131449344819234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVMx-7gCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LwGJESnONNw/s320/grady+love+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin Jack.  He is one week older than me.  Our Moms say we're gonna be best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVFkM_ijI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KIohDl6QD0M/s1600-h/grady+love+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257131325386623538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUVFkM_ijI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KIohDl6QD0M/s320/grady+love+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad says that Jack has a big "melon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUU1wIehvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RfD0JM-oMY0/s1600-h/apple+hill+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257131053711001330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUU1wIehvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RfD0JM-oMY0/s320/apple+hill+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is dedicated to my Aunt Shaunee.  She bought me my onesie and my Mom put those leg warmer things on me because Aunt Shaunee hates them.  My Mom also says that I have giant cheeks in this picture.  Which, by the way, she doesn't stop kissing!  Gross!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUwosCM7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/qT6Pt0YDW48/s1600-h/apple+hill+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257130965813310386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUwosCM7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/qT6Pt0YDW48/s320/apple+hill+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again the cheeks.  And, my hair is starting to "thin".  My Dad says I'm going to look like Uncle Dan soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUq4pXEEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W8Ls6W94qcw/s1600-h/apple+hill+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257130867017846850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUq4pXEEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W8Ls6W94qcw/s320/apple+hill+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh...I love my "Boppy".  I'm getting sleepy just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUjmJ3CrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_uxNCVEEtg4/s1600-h/apple+hill+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257130741794802354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUjmJ3CrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_uxNCVEEtg4/s320/apple+hill+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girlfriend's mom, Yannette, knit me and my woman, Kensley, matching pumpkin hats.  So very embarrasing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUa6_8NlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3JEHFnHbKXs/s1600-h/apple+hill+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257130592771520082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUa6_8NlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3JEHFnHbKXs/s320/apple+hill+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom insisted on taking a picture with the pumpkins even though it was F.R.E.E.Z.I.N.G. outside!!  She woke me up from a nap just to do this!! Crazy lady!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUJ42OwlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9i0tIoggIu0/s1600-h/apple+hill+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257130300136145490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUUJ42OwlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9i0tIoggIu0/s320/apple+hill+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's a lot of pictures huh?  And, that's not even close to all of my family.  I have one more Grandpa (my Mom's dad), but when I met him for the first time my Mom slacked in getting a picture of me with him.  All that man does is stare at me and talk funny.  Why do grown ups do that?  Anyhow, I'm sure you'll meet all of my crazy family throughout the history of this blog.  But, for now, I'm sleepy....'til next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147014350817861292-6576028692710512029?l=gradybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6576028692710512029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147014350817861292&amp;postID=6576028692710512029' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/6576028692710512029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147014350817861292/posts/default/6576028692710512029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradybear.blogspot.com/2008/10/watch-outhere-i-come.html' title='Watch Out...Here I Come!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02109056477176509857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SsUsds3kQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cb8RPMUNMI4/S220/111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAQw1WrEkvI/SPUXzsgvuAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9YD6k7fzkxE/s72-c/More+Grady+Bear+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
