<?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-3049382798327061699</id><updated>2012-01-20T12:58:40.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shaw Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>Our life, our stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7214697958225887677</id><published>2011-11-06T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:13:06.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>october ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know this sounds so cliche but where does the&amp;nbsp;time go?&amp;nbsp; Here are some things we did during the month of October...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_YuCOu1NpY/TrcmdMRcPFI/AAAAAAAABM4/9AqyfaPP3Yo/s1600/October+2011+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_YuCOu1NpY/TrcmdMRcPFI/AAAAAAAABM4/9AqyfaPP3Yo/s400/October+2011+004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We took the girls to the temple one Monday night for family home evening.&amp;nbsp; We had such a good time together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnn12P2vlpo/TrcmnMUG0pI/AAAAAAAABNA/SGuhU6_vkIQ/s1600/October+2011+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnn12P2vlpo/TrcmnMUG0pI/AAAAAAAABNA/SGuhU6_vkIQ/s640/October+2011+018.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Addison went on her first class field trip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We traveled to Centerfield to the pumpkin patch &amp;amp; had a great time picking out&amp;nbsp;a special little pumpkin just for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vl8TbgLGgIg/Trcm02vKqTI/AAAAAAAABNI/urGSnKa_LUE/s1600/October+2011+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vl8TbgLGgIg/Trcm02vKqTI/AAAAAAAABNI/urGSnKa_LUE/s640/October+2011+034.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We celebrated Grandma Red's 75th birthday &amp;amp; retirement from the store.&amp;nbsp; It was a great celebration of her commitment to Burns Saddlery &amp;amp; her life.&amp;nbsp; We just love that lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kjlm3yGTvgY/TrcnG-jV36I/AAAAAAAABNQ/e-0gIF98QUM/s1600/October+2011+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kjlm3yGTvgY/TrcnG-jV36I/AAAAAAAABNQ/e-0gIF98QUM/s400/October+2011+059.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As a family, we made our annual trip to the pumpkin patch to find the "perfect" pumpkins for the porch this year.&amp;nbsp; We had a ton of fun &amp;amp; got some unusual pumpkins to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlbS0N3dQxE/TrcnVICKH1I/AAAAAAAABNY/Tmo6z55-UeU/s1600/October+2011+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlbS0N3dQxE/TrcnVICKH1I/AAAAAAAABNY/Tmo6z55-UeU/s400/October+2011+075.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girls &amp;amp; I made "monster" cupcakes for the ward Halloween party.&amp;nbsp; They were so much fun to make.&amp;nbsp; We were trying to out do each other with every cupcake which forced all of us to be super creative.&amp;nbsp; I highly recommend this activity.&amp;nbsp; It made all of us laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItPIyxPiKPo/TrcnaxQMt7I/AAAAAAAABNg/oDRUW8Y0DNg/s1600/October+2011+114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItPIyxPiKPo/TrcnaxQMt7I/AAAAAAAABNg/oDRUW8Y0DNg/s400/October+2011+114.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh how I love this little lamb!!!&amp;nbsp; She was such a good helper at the trunk-or-treat on Halloween afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STrvvGUhpW0/TrcnguwKveI/AAAAAAAABNo/rJTpdow0_OM/s1600/October+2011+118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STrvvGUhpW0/TrcnguwKveI/AAAAAAAABNo/rJTpdow0_OM/s400/October+2011+118.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There they are; Charli as Olivia, Ainsley as Cleopatra, Remi as a little piggy, Addison as Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony), Audrey as a little lamb, &amp;amp; Alivia as some other My Little Pony.&amp;nbsp; Halloween was a crazy day but as always, was a whole bunch of fun.&amp;nbsp; The girls loved showing off their costumes &amp;amp; of course being spoiled with treats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So those were the highlights of the month.&amp;nbsp; Thanksgiving &amp;amp; Christmas will be here before we know it.&amp;nbsp; My baby girls will be turning one &amp;amp; we will begin a new year.&amp;nbsp; Craziness!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7214697958225887677?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7214697958225887677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7214697958225887677&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7214697958225887677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7214697958225887677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2011/11/october-ramblings.html' title='october ramblings'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_YuCOu1NpY/TrcmdMRcPFI/AAAAAAAABM4/9AqyfaPP3Yo/s72-c/October+2011+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-9184569762928395125</id><published>2011-09-23T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:02:04.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you mya moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In July Audrey met Mya Moo for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVVv3OZI-2Q/Tnwe59mc7lI/AAAAAAAABMc/thHAuQEqs4w/s1600/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVVv3OZI-2Q/Tnwe59mc7lI/AAAAAAAABMc/thHAuQEqs4w/s400/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+338.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She doesn't know it yet, but she misses her already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-9184569762928395125?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9184569762928395125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=9184569762928395125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/9184569762928395125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/9184569762928395125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2011/09/missing-you-mya-moo.html' title='missing you mya moo'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVVv3OZI-2Q/Tnwe59mc7lI/AAAAAAAABMc/thHAuQEqs4w/s72-c/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-4356253391669372144</id><published>2011-09-06T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:09:52.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>off to preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alivia finally got to&amp;nbsp;wear her purple skirt, horsey shirt, &amp;amp; boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzaMcXcQIBQ/TmaRastVMaI/AAAAAAAABMM/1IFgVLyEqx8/s1600/September+1-6%252C+2011+091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzaMcXcQIBQ/TmaRastVMaI/AAAAAAAABMM/1IFgVLyEqx8/s640/September+1-6%252C+2011+091.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She even got to decide how she would wear her hair, Rapunzel&amp;nbsp;style of course.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She got to test out&amp;nbsp;her apple back pack again after a fun summer break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y02q-EAW430/TmaRljuMzUI/AAAAAAAABMQ/eR9y_6I19bM/s1600/September+1-6%252C+2011+111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y02q-EAW430/TmaRljuMzUI/AAAAAAAABMQ/eR9y_6I19bM/s640/September+1-6%252C+2011+111.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;(Addison,&amp;nbsp;Audrey, &amp;amp; I)&amp;nbsp;got to walk her to Teacher Anna's house for her second first day of preschool.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7eVqoPUp2c/TmaRwwkLG0I/AAAAAAAABMU/4nKPsaaIlqg/s1600/September+1-6%252C+2011+117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7eVqoPUp2c/TmaRwwkLG0I/AAAAAAAABMU/4nKPsaaIlqg/s640/September+1-6%252C+2011+117.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just didn't know I needed my zoom lens to watch&amp;nbsp;her run to the door all by herself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She is so big &amp;amp; I adore her!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LW4vjNmGpk/TmaR5ZJ7O0I/AAAAAAAABMY/IvAIgZ0jg_4/s1600/September+1-6%252C+2011+120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LW4vjNmGpk/TmaR5ZJ7O0I/AAAAAAAABMY/IvAIgZ0jg_4/s400/September+1-6%252C+2011+120.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I adore these two little girls too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-4356253391669372144?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4356253391669372144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=4356253391669372144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/4356253391669372144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/4356253391669372144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2011/09/off-to-preschool.html' title='off to preschool'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzaMcXcQIBQ/TmaRastVMaI/AAAAAAAABMM/1IFgVLyEqx8/s72-c/September+1-6%252C+2011+091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2322725955795686015</id><published>2011-08-31T09:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:08:32.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This morning Addison's wish came true.&amp;nbsp; She finally got to go to&amp;nbsp;Mrs. Sunnie Brown's kindergarten class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mp2j5Qka22M/Tl5IO368NCI/AAAAAAAABMA/sz_upFSWPMA/s1600/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mp2j5Qka22M/Tl5IO368NCI/AAAAAAAABMA/sz_upFSWPMA/s640/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+415.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And this is what she had to say about it, "I just can't wipe this smile off my face!"&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIfR9Kgfvk4/Tl5IXnMl4RI/AAAAAAAABME/2n9pUKxdu00/s1600/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIfR9Kgfvk4/Tl5IXnMl4RI/AAAAAAAABME/2n9pUKxdu00/s400/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+422.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaN0bzvMNYk/Tl5IjMSOeDI/AAAAAAAABMI/r1DAM8aS4VU/s1600/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaN0bzvMNYk/Tl5IjMSOeDI/AAAAAAAABMI/r1DAM8aS4VU/s640/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+426.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And either can her mommy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-2322725955795686015?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2322725955795686015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2322725955795686015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2322725955795686015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2322725955795686015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/wishes.html' title='wishes'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mp2j5Qka22M/Tl5IO368NCI/AAAAAAAABMA/sz_upFSWPMA/s72-c/Summer+and+First+Days+of+School+415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-410261666374011830</id><published>2011-08-28T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:54:33.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>days like this</title><content type='html'>It started with the regular Sunday morning routine except for the fact that I woke up late, great.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, we walked into church during the opening prayer.&amp;nbsp; Church was great &amp;amp; the girls were super good which was fabulous because I was a single Mom today. :)&amp;nbsp; But as soon as we got home it all started, "Mom get me a snack, I'm starving!"&amp;nbsp; " Mom, she hit me!"&amp;nbsp; "Mom I can't get my shoe off!"&amp;nbsp; "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom I want to watch a movie."&amp;nbsp; "Mom get down here &amp;amp; help me push play."&amp;nbsp; "Mom, where is my snack?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I get the "snack" made, dispute resolved, shoes off, &amp;amp; movie on&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; it's only been 15 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Seriously!&amp;nbsp; Can I have a nap yet?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa George stopped by &amp;amp; watched the movie with us while also being entertained by intermittent singing &amp;amp; dance performances.&amp;nbsp; All of this is fun for a while but not for all 2 hours of the movie, especially when Grandpa is really trying to watch the movie because he has never seen it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now time to go next door for a birthday party, fun.&amp;nbsp; Not for long!&amp;nbsp; Alivia is riding the trike around &amp;amp; decides to ride under the trampoline like everyone else.&amp;nbsp; Ainsley is "sitting" on the tramp watching everyone &amp;amp; decides to jump on her little sisters head as she rides under the tramp.&amp;nbsp; What?!?&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, Liv is injured &amp;amp; is gushing blood from her nose.&amp;nbsp; Remember I am a single Mom still. :(&amp;nbsp; I grab Alivia &amp;amp; run home with Ainsley trailing behind because she knows she is in trouble.&amp;nbsp; Nice, now we've left a&amp;nbsp;giant trail of blood throughout the one year old's birthday party, ewe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back at the party &amp;amp; it's time for dinner, yum.&amp;nbsp; Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison spy the spread &amp;amp; start protesting immediately.&amp;nbsp; I tell them that we are eating dinner at the party &amp;amp; they need to be nice little girls &amp;amp; eat what they have prepared&amp;nbsp;(tacos, rice &amp;amp; fruit which they love).&amp;nbsp; Instead they decide to&amp;nbsp;sneak home &amp;amp; make themselves pb&amp;amp;j.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then they proceed to eat their sandwiches&amp;nbsp;in the giant dining room window which faces the party so everyone there can see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braydan finally gets home &amp;amp; now I get to go to a stake fireside &lt;strong&gt;all by myself&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp; After a day like this, that was exactly what I needed.&amp;nbsp; Thank you stake president!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-410261666374011830?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/410261666374011830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=410261666374011830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/410261666374011830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/410261666374011830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/days-like-this.html' title='days like this'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-164568599035152761</id><published>2011-08-24T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:50:23.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GROWING UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Today Ainsley grew up &amp;amp; went to 2nd grade.&amp;nbsp; She didn't ask permission, she just did it.&amp;nbsp; She wanted her Dad to drop her off at the fence so she could make the long trek across the grass to her new classroom all by herself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She is getting so big...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8OgFsFwhSk/TlVDdhYHj1I/AAAAAAAABL4/q3K7m0tYglQ/s1600/IMG_6951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8OgFsFwhSk/TlVDdhYHj1I/AAAAAAAABL4/q3K7m0tYglQ/s640/IMG_6951.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and I really just love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-164568599035152761?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/164568599035152761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=164568599035152761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/164568599035152761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/164568599035152761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/growing-up.html' title='GROWING UP'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8OgFsFwhSk/TlVDdhYHj1I/AAAAAAAABL4/q3K7m0tYglQ/s72-c/IMG_6951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7452877671059614174</id><published>2011-08-22T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:35:01.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE YEAR LATER, almost</title><content type='html'>If there is an award out there for WORST &amp;nbsp;BLOGGER then I obviously win.&amp;nbsp; I truly can't believe it has almost been one whole year since I posted.&amp;nbsp; To my defense, it was one crazy year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, we welcomed Audrey Lynn into our family on December 29th, 2010.&amp;nbsp; She was completely unexpected but just what&amp;nbsp;our family&amp;nbsp;needed.&amp;nbsp; She is the best baby &amp;amp; is growing &amp;amp; learning new things all the time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I absolutely adore her &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;love having her around.&amp;nbsp; She makes everyone happy!&amp;nbsp; Everything else is just everyday stuff like cleaning the house, washing the laundry, &amp;amp; doing the dishes, getting the kids to school, cheer, &amp;amp; singing, fulfilling my calling as young women's president,&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; trying to be an assistant cheer coach at the high school.&amp;nbsp; These things take up ALOT of time &amp;amp; energy&amp;nbsp;but that's not going to be my&amp;nbsp;excuse anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back, finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7452877671059614174?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7452877671059614174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7452877671059614174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7452877671059614174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7452877671059614174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-year-later.html' title='ONE YEAR LATER, almost'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-280570521207199123</id><published>2010-09-12T17:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:03:59.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A FEW FAVORITE SUMMERTIME PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516174982232765042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1j657hcnI/AAAAAAAABKg/aEPHromwSk8/s400/IMG_4150.JPG" /&gt;Addison &amp;amp; Hannah posing for the camera at preschool graduation.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516178143330397858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1my577bqI/AAAAAAAABKw/6h2kt_WMm_E/s400/IMG_0518.JPG" /&gt;Addison making sand castles at Pebble Beach in Carmel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1j6V7WD9I/AAAAAAAABKY/P0TjeW-9kSE/s1600/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516174972568342482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1j6V7WD9I/AAAAAAAABKY/P0TjeW-9kSE/s400/IMG_0641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some "crazy ladies" who know how to have fun &amp;amp; imitate their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; Eclipse characters in the movie theatre after watching the feature film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1hKB4XAQI/AAAAAAAABKQ/E-momaULIwo/s1600/IMG_4747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516171943530135810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1hKB4XAQI/AAAAAAAABKQ/E-momaULIwo/s400/IMG_4747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ainsley showing off her first missing tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1hJQ48xdI/AAAAAAAABKI/ASq1T7ln_CQ/s1600/IMG_4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516171930379273682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1hJQ48xdI/AAAAAAAABKI/ASq1T7ln_CQ/s400/IMG_4749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; swinging the bat at the pinata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1hIxvV_NI/AAAAAAAABKA/GSAlyfAbt_Q/s1600/IMG_4816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516171922017483986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1hIxvV_NI/AAAAAAAABKA/GSAlyfAbt_Q/s400/IMG_4816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ainsley sliding down the slip-n-slide &amp;amp; being a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1fcSADeEI/AAAAAAAABJ4/z--KWytM3v4/s1600/IMG_4885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516170058071767106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1fcSADeEI/AAAAAAAABJ4/z--KWytM3v4/s400/IMG_4885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; cheesing it at the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1fby78BTI/AAAAAAAABJw/VGUnIcb2lJY/s1600/IMG_4883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516170049733002546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1fby78BTI/AAAAAAAABJw/VGUnIcb2lJY/s400/IMG_4883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A darling pic of my favorite grandma of all times &amp;amp; her sweet brother &amp;amp; sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1fbWUugMI/AAAAAAAABJo/TSYUNkyO3ko/s1600/IMG_4924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516170042052346050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1fbWUugMI/AAAAAAAABJo/TSYUNkyO3ko/s400/IMG_4924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 3 sweeties having a ball doing some dishes that wouldn't fit in the dishwasher.&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/3049382798327061699-280570521207199123?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/280570521207199123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=280570521207199123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/280570521207199123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/280570521207199123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/09/few-favorite-summertime-pics.html' title='A FEW FAVORITE SUMMERTIME PICS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TI1j657hcnI/AAAAAAAABKg/aEPHromwSk8/s72-c/IMG_4150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2173794687861272978</id><published>2010-09-07T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:35:40.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 WORDS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TIaT4-KvN9I/AAAAAAAABJg/Oyv8ihYazGo/s1600/IMG_4926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514257400731744210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TIaT4-KvN9I/AAAAAAAABJg/Oyv8ihYazGo/s400/IMG_4926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super Cute!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-2173794687861272978?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2173794687861272978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2173794687861272978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2173794687861272978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2173794687861272978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-words.html' title='2 WORDS...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/TIaT4-KvN9I/AAAAAAAABJg/Oyv8ihYazGo/s72-c/IMG_4926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1853760860198746238</id><published>2010-09-04T11:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:32:13.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER TIME FLIES</title><content type='html'>What a whirlwind summer we've had. I can't believe I didn't post one single thing we did during that time. Already we're back to school, back to routines, &amp;amp; still amidst the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a rundown of what we've been up to since I posted last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometime in May...I agreed to help coach the high school cheerleaders this year &amp;amp; started 6 am practices. Early!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May 19th-21st...Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison had Dynamite Cheer tryouts. Go Dynamite!&lt;/p&gt;May 27th...We celebrated Alivia's 2nd Birthday at the Hogle Zoo. Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31st...We celebrated Ainsley's 6th Birthday Ariel style at home with lots of friends. Unforgettable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1st...Addison started cheer. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3rd...Ainsley started cheer. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 6th-13th...We traveled to Carmel, California to open Burns Cowboy Shop. Hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15th...We found out I was pregnant with our 4th child. AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 20th...Ainsley spoke in sacrament for the first time for Father's Day. So proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 23rd...I went in for an ultrasound &amp;amp; found out I was 12 weeks + 5 days pregnant. What the...?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 29th-July 1st...The high school cheerleaders put on their annual Mini Cheer Clinic which Ainsley &amp;amp; Addi participated in. Super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 29th...THE GLADWELL'S MADE IT TO UTAH. YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 30th...We (Myself, Danyette, Brittnie, Mom, Tiffany, Bree, Dani H., Rochelle, Jordan, Dani C., Jaymee, Tania, Kylie, &amp;amp; Danielle) went to Eclipse at the newly renovated Richfield Theatre. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1st...We, Dani &amp;amp; I, surprised Danyette with a scrap day to celebrate her 30th birthday a little early. What a blast! Later, Tweeb &amp;amp; I surprised her with a huge surprise birthday party where we ate &amp;amp; visited with friends &amp;amp; family into the night. &lt;strong&gt;Unforgettable!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 3rd...We celebrated the 4th of July in traditional Salina style. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 7th...BRAYDAN SURPRISED ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY (which is the 8th of July) WITH A BRAND NEW BUICK ENCLAVE. &lt;strong&gt;I'M IN HEAVEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 8th...We celebrated my birthday with family. Memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 9th &amp;amp; 10th...We had youth conference for the Young Women &amp;amp; Young Men. Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16th...I went in for another ultrasound to see how the baby was doing &amp;amp; found out IT'S ANOTHER GIRL. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 17th...We had our annual Shaw Family Party. So fun! Later I went to the temple with the youth &amp;amp; did baptisms for the dead. Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 19th...I took a car full of high school cheerleaders to Cheer Camp at the University of Utah. Cute girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 22nd...I made it up to the U of U to watch the cheerleaders perform for camp champs. They rocked it out, taking 1st with their home pom &amp;amp; 4th in the extreme routine. Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 28th-30th...I went to girls camp with my young women &amp;amp; had a ball. Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 5th-8th...We went to 7 Peaks with Grandma Mick then headed to Park City to play &amp;amp; shop with the Quarnberg's for the weekend. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 13th...We headed up the mountain to the Shaw Family Reunion &amp;amp; ate yummy food &amp;amp; visited with lots of family. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 14th...We headed up the other mountain to the Peterson Family Reunion &amp;amp; ate yummy food &amp;amp; visited with lots of family. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17th-19th...Ainsley had cheer camp &amp;amp; loved it. Proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 23rd...I had another ultrasound to confirm that the baby is definitely a GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 25th...Ainsley started 1st grade which she absolutely LOVES. I miss her &amp;amp; am looking for her all day long. Sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 29th...Ainsley, Addison, &amp;amp; I spoke in sacrament. They did great therefore I didn't need to. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1st...Addison started her "last first day of preschool". That's what she told me while I was doing her hair. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2nd...Alivia went to her first day of preschool &amp;amp; didn't quit raving about it all day. Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been super busy but wouldn't have it any other way. More posts with pics to come, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-1853760860198746238?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1853760860198746238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1853760860198746238&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1853760860198746238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1853760860198746238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-time-flies.html' title='SUMMER TIME FLIES'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5442032648978551249</id><published>2010-05-19T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:46:05.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATING KOO KOO'S</title><content type='html'>Ainsley Marie is officially graduated from kindergarten.  She had the best teacher ever, Mrs. Sunnie Brown.  We, meaning Ainley &amp;amp; I, just loved her.  Now in a few short months, she'll be off to all day school. Crazy!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473063291016866834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S_Q6EM5KbBI/AAAAAAAABIo/sBq-uqqTluM/s400/IMG_4089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while I was going through my nightly routine Braydan &amp;amp; Alivia were snuggling in our bed.  All of a sudden I heard a tiny, high pitched voice say, "Koo koo, Koo koo!"  I went into the bedroom to see what they were doing &amp;amp; I found both of them huddling under the covers giggling.  Braydan whispered, "Are we hiding from Mommy?" And Liv answered back in her quiet voice &amp;amp; said, "Yes. Hide Mommy. Shh Daddy. Koo koo, Koo koo!"  Then she threw off the covers &amp;amp; laughed.  What a kid! Brayd claims this was all her idea &amp;amp; if he's telling me the truth, which I'm certain he is, she is stinkin' hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473063302276560162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S_Q6E21rtSI/AAAAAAAABIw/tE82SkY-Sr0/s400/IMG_4107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-5442032648978551249?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5442032648978551249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5442032648978551249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5442032648978551249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5442032648978551249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduating-koo-koos.html' title='GRADUATING KOO KOO&apos;S'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S_Q6EM5KbBI/AAAAAAAABIo/sBq-uqqTluM/s72-c/IMG_4089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6341899558046867081</id><published>2010-05-10T08:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:06:37.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST?</title><content type='html'>I love Mothers Day! With 3 adorable little girls &amp;amp; a comedian for a husband, I get hugs &amp;amp; kisses all day, awesome homemade gifts, &amp;amp; hysterical cards that make me giggle every time I think about them.  But this year was slightly different.  Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison decided to make me breakfast which I think was an innocent plea as to what they expect for breakfast from now on.  You can make your own assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469652091225845666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S-gbmPZ9L6I/AAAAAAAABIg/qmNpXuty208/s400/IMG_4041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6341899558046867081?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6341899558046867081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6341899558046867081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6341899558046867081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6341899558046867081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-for-breakfast.html' title='WHAT&apos;S FOR BREAKFAST?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S-gbmPZ9L6I/AAAAAAAABIg/qmNpXuty208/s72-c/IMG_4041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8022128037810179473</id><published>2010-05-05T20:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:05:17.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TULIPS &amp; DAFFODILS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a bunch of errands to run so my darling grandma offered to watch my girls (I love her).  When we pulled into her house I noticed all her lovely tulips &amp;amp; daffodils.  I immediately thought, "Those are not going to be safe any longer. My girls will have every single last one picked by the time I get back."  I was so right with my assumption.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467983762368151970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S-IuQuGOwaI/AAAAAAAABIY/-8h2soibmoI/s400/IMG_4031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467983753890733794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S-IuQOhDnuI/AAAAAAAABIQ/MMJ8_iHdoYo/s400/IMG_4030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they gorgeous?  They are my early Mother's Day gift from the girls.  At least that's what they told me.  I  really love them!  I really love the girls too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-8022128037810179473?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8022128037810179473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8022128037810179473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8022128037810179473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8022128037810179473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/tulips-daffodils.html' title='TULIPS &amp; DAFFODILS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S-IuQuGOwaI/AAAAAAAABIY/-8h2soibmoI/s72-c/IMG_4031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-3643549045394122743</id><published>2010-05-03T09:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:38:55.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M IN LOVE WITH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carmel, California.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Braydan &amp;amp; I had the opportunity to spend the weekend in Carmel.  We haven't been there in a long time &amp;amp; it was nice to visit again.  Our reason for traveling to this tourist hot spot was to scope out the location of our newest venture.  We will be opening another Burns Cowboy Shop in this quaint little building which sits right on Ocean Avenue.  It is perfect!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467074234048541378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S97zDNEncsI/AAAAAAAABHw/h3KTAzJRUAo/s400/IMG_3976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are some other reasons why I love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467061979393792674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S97n547PmqI/AAAAAAAABHo/GOXiNUMYGKo/s400/IMG_4024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467061966833523522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S97n5KIpG0I/AAAAAAAABHg/R1ATS382Hbg/s400/IMG_4015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467081207549024850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S975ZHYsWlI/AAAAAAAABIA/Y8_VRQOaZco/s400/IMG_4014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, one more OBVIOUS reason.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467081222338610530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S975Z-ezhWI/AAAAAAAABII/SCAf03Vp6Vw/s400/IMG_4008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to visit again soon. Lucky me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-3643549045394122743?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3643549045394122743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=3643549045394122743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3643549045394122743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3643549045394122743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-in-love-with.html' title='I&apos;M IN LOVE WITH...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S97zDNEncsI/AAAAAAAABHw/h3KTAzJRUAo/s72-c/IMG_3976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7392178241378963116</id><published>2010-04-27T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:49:38.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIMMING SUITS, SUNGLASSES &amp; TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S9c-mKoCynI/AAAAAAAABHI/pJN6-qPu0xU/s1600/IMG_3913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464905498245646962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S9c-mKoCynI/AAAAAAAABHI/pJN6-qPu0xU/s400/IMG_3913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who: Addison (4 years), Edward (100+ years), Bella (17 years) &amp;amp; Ainsley (5 years)&lt;br /&gt;What: Easter&lt;br /&gt;Where: Home&lt;br /&gt;Why: Just Because&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7392178241378963116?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7392178241378963116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7392178241378963116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7392178241378963116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7392178241378963116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/swimming-suits-sunglasses-twilight.html' title='SWIMMING SUITS, SUNGLASSES &amp; TWILIGHT'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/S9c-mKoCynI/AAAAAAAABHI/pJN6-qPu0xU/s72-c/IMG_3913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6568722946404817350</id><published>2010-04-16T08:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:11:04.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY NO PICS?</title><content type='html'>Have some of you been wondering why I haven't posted pics lately?  Well let me tell you why.  A couple of months ago my computer crashed &amp;amp; had to be overhauled.  I'm unsure what was even done but I do know that when my computer came back I had NOTHING left on my desktop.  We, mainly Braydan, has slowly been uploading my software programs back onto my computer but we, meaning Braydan, has failed to get my camera program on.  I know, I know, you're all thinking, "Well why can't you do it?"  I've actually been thinking that myself lately &amp;amp; I really don't know why I haven't just done it.  I'm certain I could figure it out. It's probably a matter of sticking in the disc &amp;amp; clicking next, next, next, finish or something ridiculous like that.  I am sick of posting without pics so if I get time today I WILL DO IT!!!  If not, I'll do it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6568722946404817350?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6568722946404817350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6568722946404817350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6568722946404817350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6568722946404817350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-no-pics.html' title='WHY NO PICS?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5211683574207232109</id><published>2010-04-12T13:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:11:03.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ESSIMOS</title><content type='html'>Last night Alivia was nestled in her usual spot for bedtime, right between Braydan &amp;amp; I, when she turned towards me, grabbed either side of my face &amp;amp; whispered, "Mom, essimos!"  Then she proceeded to give me Eskimo kisses. That was it.  Then she was sound to sleep, dreaming of all those things little princesses dream of.  I just love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-5211683574207232109?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5211683574207232109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5211683574207232109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5211683574207232109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5211683574207232109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/essimos.html' title='ESSIMOS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7733424409710991318</id><published>2010-04-10T17:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:59:43.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>I love when I am able to glimpse something that makes my face turn up into a giant smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went &amp;amp; climbed the sand hills in search of "treasure" &amp;amp; Alivia climbed up the little hill all by herself, threw her hands in the air, &amp;amp; shouted, "Mom, I did it!"  That made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Addison was jumping on the trampoline when I looked over to see her practicing her awesome toe jumps. That made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ainsley led her little sisters in a cheer on the front lawn while I watched from the bench on the front porch.  That made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little girls &amp;amp; the simple things they do to make me smile every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7733424409710991318?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7733424409710991318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7733424409710991318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7733424409710991318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7733424409710991318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-560190626630567692</id><published>2010-04-08T10:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:37:41.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S TO COME OF MY BLOG?</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about this question quite frequently lately as I seem to have no time, let me rephrase that, as I seem to make no time to blog.  Let's weigh my thoughts, shall we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I really love blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I love writing, especially about the things that matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;Third, I love hearing from all my awesome family members &amp;amp; friends who leave comments for me.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I love remembering the little things that I know I would've forgotten because I actually blogged them.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I love keeping in touch with all of you.  I feel like I still know you &amp;amp; if I were to see you it would be just like "old times".&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, I love being able to share my frustrations &amp;amp; triumphs with people.  I guess it makes me feel a little less CRAZY than I know I really am.&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, I love laughing at things I have written in the past. It makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Eighth, I love when Brayd comes home from work &amp;amp; says, "I read your post today."&lt;br /&gt;Ninth, I love when Danyette calls or texts me to let me know she has posted so I can check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Tenth, I love focusing my energy &amp;amp; thoughts on the stuff that is worth remembering in order to blog it.  It makes those rough times disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is to come of my blog?  I guess ALOT more posts, hopefully!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-560190626630567692?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/560190626630567692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=560190626630567692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/560190626630567692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/560190626630567692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-to-come-of-my-blog.html' title='WHAT&apos;S TO COME OF MY BLOG?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7924335305749996627</id><published>2010-02-23T12:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:42:09.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESCAPE</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I sat down on the couch for a few minutes before starting dinner with Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison, who were watching a movie &amp;amp; began to read.  About 5 minutes after I had started to read Ainsley said, "Mom, why are you reading?"  I turned to her &amp;amp; said, "Because I like to read.  One day when you are big you will like it too."  She just looked at me for a minute then said, "Well, when I'm big I will play with my kids more so they don't bother me while I'm trying to read!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't a Mom have just 15 minutes to escape into some other world?  That's all I ask, 15 minutes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7924335305749996627?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7924335305749996627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7924335305749996627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7924335305749996627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7924335305749996627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/escape.html' title='ESCAPE'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6616411560581153949</id><published>2010-02-12T11:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:20:08.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WONDER...</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder when life is going to start slowing down, just a little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder how your kids can be the most adorable, silly, funny little things one second &amp;amp; the next be the most terrible, whiny little stinkers ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder why there are ALWAYS 3 batches of laundry waiting to be washed by you &amp;amp; only you every single day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder what you're going to make for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder how the whole house can be destroyed in a matter of minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder if having a full time job is easier than being a full time Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder if the things you say to the people who mean the most really sink in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder what our little ones will have to face when they are 14 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder what your dog is thinking as he watches you through the window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder what it's like in Italy right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6616411560581153949?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6616411560581153949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6616411560581153949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6616411560581153949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6616411560581153949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonder.html' title='WONDER...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2904664909976630867</id><published>2010-01-14T18:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:38:37.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST...</title><content type='html'>Since I wrote last, we have experienced alot of firsts in our family. At the first of September I was called to be the Young Women's President in our ward. Aaaahhhh!!! This has proven to be a very stressful, overwhelming, time consuming, wonderful, rewarding calling. Definitely a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;. I was able, along with my Mom, my sister Britt &amp;amp; my very best friend Rochelle, to pull off the coolest surprise baby shower ever. Danyette received 2 gigantic boxes full of great gifts from all of her family &amp;amp; friends unknowingly. A very successful &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;. I, along with the much appreciated help of my other very best friend Tiff, was able to purchase, package &amp;amp; send out 100 Christmas gifts to Burns Saddlery &amp;amp; Burns Cowboy Shop customers. Glad that's over &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;. Ainsley spells &amp;amp; reads just about anything if she sounds it out. A very proud Mommy &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;. The girls &amp;amp; I flew across the country without our Daddy to see the Gladwells. A surprisingly pleasant &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;. My sis, Danyette had the most adorable little baby BOY which we (the girls &amp;amp; I) were able to be there for. As most of you know, Trey is the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; boy on the Stewart side in 2 generations. While in Tennessee we attended our &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; NHL game. Alivia asked Addison, "Where are you?", her &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; question. Ainsley, Addison &amp;amp; I went ice skating for the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; time with the Young Women &amp;amp; Young Men of our ward. Fun &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;! We opened another store in Park City one week before Christmas. Can you say CRAZY?!? Three locations, another &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;. Ains &amp;amp; Addi were in their very &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; cheer competition &amp;amp; they took &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; place!! That very same day we had to take Addison to the doctor to experience her &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; stitches, 6 in all through 3 layers of tissue right along her left eyebrow.  Sad, horrible, not recommended &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to many more &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt; in my life &amp;amp; am so grateful to have experienced these &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt; thus far. To &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-2904664909976630867?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2904664909976630867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2904664909976630867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2904664909976630867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2904664909976630867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2010/01/first.html' title='FIRST...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6725308758054758129</id><published>2009-10-05T12:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:00:40.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!!!</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bottled something for the very first time in my whole life, sweet &amp;amp; sour sauce!!! Seriously, I didn't think this day would come until I was 58 years old &amp;amp; had no kids in the house &amp;amp; had time to grow a garden &amp;amp; harvest it &amp;amp; bottle things out of it. But thanks to one of my best friends who has oodles of veggies to share from her garden &amp;amp; all the "equipment" &amp;amp; "know how" to harvesting &amp;amp; bottling, I was able to make my very own sweet &amp;amp; sour sauce (her recipe btw). Yummy! We can't wait to try some.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389185718440875250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sso725hG1PI/AAAAAAAABGo/xnyXZx9n1W8/s400/IMG_3084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself. I really did it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6725308758054758129?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6725308758054758129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6725308758054758129&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6725308758054758129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6725308758054758129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sso725hG1PI/AAAAAAAABGo/xnyXZx9n1W8/s72-c/IMG_3084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-3098210731210093002</id><published>2009-09-29T22:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:03:53.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART BOOK ORDERS!</title><content type='html'>So do any of you Moms out there love book orders as much as I do? Thus far in my little kindergartner's life we have only been able to experience the wonders of this awesomeness twice but already &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I AM IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little history for ya. First of all, I love children's books. Second, I love going to the book store with my little ones &amp;amp; reading &amp;amp; laughing &amp;amp; giggling at one another as we discover new books. Third, I love buying new books for my girls. And last, I absolutely love reading that new book to my girls for the first time. I love seeing their faces turn into that "surprised" look when the story takes a twist they didn't anticipate. I love seeing them gaze at each other with excitement. I love seeing them stare intently at the illustrations. I love when the story is over &amp;amp; they can't stop talking about it. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm giving a shout out to book orders because I have purchased 33 awesome books for a mere $133.00. That averages out to $4.03 per book. You try buying 33 books at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble for that, I dare ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-3098210731210093002?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3098210731210093002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=3098210731210093002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3098210731210093002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3098210731210093002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-heart-book-orders.html' title='I HEART BOOK ORDERS!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2337109710467457459</id><published>2009-09-25T15:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:03:44.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO WAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ALL THREE OF MY GIRLS ARE ASLEEP RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt; This event almost never takes place at my house. On occasion, if I'm lucky, will I have two sleeping princesses but very rarely do all three sleep during the day at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in heaven!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-2337109710467457459?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2337109710467457459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2337109710467457459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2337109710467457459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2337109710467457459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-way.html' title='NO WAY!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7595695639096076442</id><published>2009-09-18T18:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:03:35.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW, I KNOW</title><content type='html'>I know what you are thinking &amp;amp; everyone of you can say it... &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SLACKER&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am sorry Mom (I know she is the only person who reads any of this that really cares that I have been out of the blogging world for 2 months)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is what we have been up to...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374059544341176498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpR-rr5A4LI/AAAAAAAABBY/zSVdXATs3t4/s400/IMG_0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girls &amp;amp; I went to the cabin &amp;amp; played in the hootenanny while it rained. What is the hootenanny? It is an old, abandoned vehicle that is right down the hill from my Grandparents' cabin &amp;amp; has wasted away to a rusty, metal frame. I have loved that thing for a very long time &amp;amp; now my girls do too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374059554930412994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpR-sTVrzcI/AAAAAAAABBg/l7N8oWZNjaA/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to Fishlake on a Sunday afternoon &amp;amp; found our way back to Great Grandpa Dan's roots. He was 1/4 Cherokee Indian you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382935575132161586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SrQHYrSQxjI/AAAAAAAABFA/eykKnxVujxc/s400/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison went to Cheer Camp for two days in the blistering heat &amp;amp; to celebrate their hard work we all got to go to 7 Peaks. (Hey guys, why am I the only one still in my swimming suit for this pic? Not fair!) The big girls also got to dance in the 24th of July parade in Monroe. They were more than excited to ride on the big float. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374061849724703634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpSAx4HR05I/AAAAAAAABBw/o1lisPB38cM/s400/IMG_0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At the end of July Brayd took me to Las Vegas to celebrate my 30th birthday with some of our closest friends. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WE HAD SSSOOOOOO MUCH FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Awww, memories! I need to do that again very, very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Park City to hang out with Papa &amp;amp; Nana, do some shopping, &amp;amp; eat some Cold Stone ice cream. We all LOVE to shop &amp;amp; most of us LOVE ice cream (sorry Brayd)!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374061853654641746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpSAyGwP7FI/AAAAAAAABB4/4SfCKeTuaps/s400/IMG_2892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alivia played with Pat while getting a push in the swing by her big sis Ainsley. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the county fair &amp;amp; saw bears, pigs, sheep, chickens, cows, &amp;amp; bunnies. We rode some carnival rides &amp;amp; had the biggest spicket (is that even a real, legitimate word?) of blue cotton candy we have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Stake Ho Down, ate yummy food, &amp;amp; danced the night away. Fun times!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374061868951757026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpSAy_vXYOI/AAAAAAAABCA/kI0pTGfWibM/s400/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison danced to my ring tones on the front lawn until the battery in my phone died. I just adore these two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the barrel race &amp;amp; cheered for Aunt Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Red Creek &amp;amp; camped with Grandpa Wayland. We rode 4 wheelers, hunted for treasure, made pipe cleaner people, watched movies, ate smores, &amp;amp; relaxed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374063555378063794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpSCVKKuqbI/AAAAAAAABCI/PVJ0oGKh-6g/s400/IMG_2919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went to Jami's &amp;amp; got our hair done. Addison got a trim &amp;amp; didn't even cry this time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374063564466219154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpSCVsBg6JI/AAAAAAAABCQ/CJmE1ub3mQ4/s400/IMG_2924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ainsley got a cut. She thinks she is so cute &amp;amp; I agree 100%!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls &amp;amp; I drove up to the cabin to celebrate my Great Grandpa Peterson's birthday. We've done this every year on the opening day of the bow hunt since I can remember. Even though he is gone, it is our excuse as extended family to get together. We love it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374063570019882514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpSCWAtnFhI/AAAAAAAABCY/6qybD5XlaT0/s400/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went camping with Jake, Tiff, Tai, &amp;amp; Teya. We had a ton of fun until...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374064545713669138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpSDOzdIxBI/AAAAAAAABCw/vxgYb-gOs1M/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alivia fell in the fire pit. She burned her chin &amp;amp; her left hand. SAD!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374069884452517762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpSIFjzqt4I/AAAAAAAABDI/Wv-frkzS1R4/s400/IMG_2943.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ainsley found out that Mrs. Brown is her kindergarten teacher. We couldn't be happier. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374086989612749442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpSXpNfqkoI/AAAAAAAABDo/l4mX62BuGc8/s400/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ainsley went to kindergarten. Her first big day was Tuesday, August 25th. WOW!!! Brayd &amp;amp; I were so excited for her. She couldn't wait to go &amp;amp; she is loving every single minute of it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374369389438281586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpWYfC0zp3I/AAAAAAAABDw/Jbj8LR--VkU/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took Alivia to Dr. Bennett's to get her blisters popped &amp;amp; scrubbed. Believe me, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I DON'T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RECOMMEND IT&lt;/span&gt;! It was the most horrible thing I have ever witnessed as a mother.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374385544946823730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpWnLayMsjI/AAAAAAAABD4/4HiS8L7YFRk/s400/IMG_2963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As Alivia would say, "Ooouuuuch!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls &amp;amp; I went to Park City for a couple of days to stay in Papa &amp;amp; Nana's brand spanking new, gigantic, beautiful house. We had a blast exploring all the new rooms &amp;amp; looking at all the pretty new furniture &amp;amp; decorations. We've already made plans to go back. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braydan left for good 'ol Las Vegas to do a show with Jake. Sob!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377366241084846946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SqA-GxMKM2I/AAAAAAAABEA/grG0Im93JYQ/s400/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Addison started her second year of preschool on the 1st of September. She is so stinkin' cute! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382952766332685122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SrQXBVf3S0I/AAAAAAAABFI/4Gkic0mpSEg/s400/IMG_2982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alivia has been playing nonstop in the backyard with Pat. She loves that dog!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382919760619300242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SrP5AJok5ZI/AAAAAAAABEQ/H6oyX-MuB9U/s400/IMG_2998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We got to go to Las Vegas with Jordan (our sweet, adorable, awesome friend/babysitter), Tiff, Tai, &amp;amp; Teya to see our Daddy's. We went to see the Lion's at the MGM Grand. They were sleepy though, darn!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382919771583076818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SrP5Ayei2dI/AAAAAAAABEY/-oGykNvWx_Q/s400/IMG_3004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to the M &amp;amp; M factory &amp;amp; spent a whopping $66.00 on 3 bags of M &amp;amp; M's which these three are showing off for the camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382919781565777442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SrP5BXqmxiI/AAAAAAAABEg/X5vUhrsypUg/s400/IMG_3014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to FAO Schwarz &amp;amp; played with all the awesome toys &amp;amp; got some really sweet Barbies. Woohoo!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382920478597146466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SrP5p8T1Z2I/AAAAAAAABEo/3JfRuFXWG7s/s400/IMG_3026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to the Bologio &amp;amp; watched the water show. Pretty! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382920485824487522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SrP5qXO94GI/AAAAAAAABEw/esA5AbxvbGI/s400/IMG_3043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We played &amp;amp; played &amp;amp; played at the pool. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382960934893426866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SrQeczwgmLI/AAAAAAAABFQ/8AWjhVKlr94/s400/IMG_3054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to The Shark Reef &amp;amp; touched sting rays too. We had the best time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braydan went to Colorado in search of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"the big one"&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; came back one week later empty handed. Shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you we have been busy &amp;amp; I didn't even talk about the everyday stuff (work, school, cheer, young women's, birthday parties, lunch dates, etc., etc., etc....). Whew! When did life get to be so crazy &amp;amp; hectic all the time? I'd really like to know the answer to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7595695639096076442?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7595695639096076442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7595695639096076442&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7595695639096076442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7595695639096076442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='I KNOW, I KNOW'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SpR-rr5A4LI/AAAAAAAABBY/zSVdXATs3t4/s72-c/IMG_0334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-140526895544773648</id><published>2009-07-17T18:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:03:20.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALF BLOOD PRINCE GOES SWIMMING?!?</title><content type='html'>We are HUGE Harry Potter fans &amp;amp; have been anticipating &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for a very long time. The girls &amp;amp; I got hooked one weekend in March when ABC Family had a "Harry Potter" weekend. Before then we had never seen one minute of Harry Potter anything. We LOVED every single one! In fact, the Easter Bunny found a killer deal on the entire Blu Ray collection, all 5 movies. I can honestly say that we have watched at least one Harry Potter movie every single week since then, usually more than one. Did I say we LOVE them because we really, really LOVE them?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we loaded up the girls &amp;amp; headed to Provo to see &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half Blood Prince. &lt;/em&gt;Of course we LOVED it even though it was very, very sad. There are many unanswered questions that I have been thinking about all day long (pathetic, I know). Now we are all anticipating the release of the movie on Blu Ray. You're all probably wondering why we would travel to Provo to go see a movie that was playing in Richfield, Gunnison, &amp;amp; Ephraim, right? Well, my Mom invited us to her summer swim/bbq party her boss hosts at the Scera Pool in Orem. We figured why not go see the movie in a nice, new, comfortable theatre rather than an old, run down, very uncomfortable one (sorry to bash on the locals but I know you are all shaking your heads in agreement right now). It was worth it! I love being able to see over the people in front of me (don't you dare laugh at that comment Tweeb) &amp;amp; so do my kids. Of course Brayd never has to worry about that but he was pumped for the comfy seat. Anyways, after the movie we headed to the Scera Pool to eat some dinner. We had pizza, pop, &amp;amp; lots of yummy desserts. Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison barely ate a thing because they were so excited to swim. The pool is awesome, especially the pool for kids. It has a beach entry &amp;amp; only gets up to 3 feet deep. It has a slide, waterfall, spilling buckets, &amp;amp; a sprinkling tunnel. There is also a sprinkler park (is that what you would call it?). You know, where there are tons of cool, fun things that just sprinkle. There are also 3 big water slides &amp;amp; a lap pool with diving boards. We had a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun day. I love when we can do fun things that we all love together as a family. It's the best!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-140526895544773648?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/140526895544773648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=140526895544773648&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/140526895544773648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/140526895544773648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-blood-prince-goes-swimming.html' title='HALF BLOOD PRINCE GOES SWIMMING?!?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8313399287494766443</id><published>2009-07-14T22:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:02:23.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A HOME FOR MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Right now my Mom is in the process of buying this darling, old house in Salina. That's right, I said Salina. We (my family &amp;amp; Britt's family) are so happy to have her back home (soon). She will still work for Dr. Trapnell in Springville. Crazy, I know but she loves her job &amp;amp; the awesome people she works with. I guess now they will all have an excuse to come down &amp;amp; see what good 'ol Salina is all about. We can't wait, Yay!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358547714505374930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sl1iwWsS_NI/AAAAAAAABBA/t8__meUGbDA/s400/IMG_2829.JPG" border="0" /&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/3049382798327061699-8313399287494766443?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8313399287494766443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8313399287494766443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8313399287494766443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8313399287494766443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-for-mom.html' title='A HOME FOR MOM'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sl1iwWsS_NI/AAAAAAAABBA/t8__meUGbDA/s72-c/IMG_2829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8675394968209126218</id><published>2009-07-14T15:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:04:57.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNT DANYETTE!!!</title><content type='html'>We hope you have a WONDERFUL, FABULOUS, GLORIOUS, FUN, RELAXING, PERFECT day!! We want you to know that you are the best sister, sister-in-law, &amp;amp; aunt ever. We love you &amp;amp; appreciate all you have done &amp;amp; do for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-8675394968209126218?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8675394968209126218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8675394968209126218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8675394968209126218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8675394968209126218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-aunt-danyette.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNT DANYETTE!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8597949811971911674</id><published>2009-07-13T18:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:43:55.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR 4TH OF JULY AGENDA</title><content type='html'>The sounds of cannons firing over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to the races at the middle school.  On your mark,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114683996839906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvY6qVvn-I/AAAAAAAAA98/l7vmCNIs8rY/s400/IMG_2707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get set,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114692567819970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvY7KROZsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Irl-_XvAyd4/s400/IMG_2712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114698102321506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvY7e4wMWI/AAAAAAAAA-M/P1uc-BZWMv0/s400/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the to do list, play every single game to win lots &amp;amp; lots of silly prizes &amp;amp; a GOLDFISH.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115503708324082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvZqYAMQPI/AAAAAAAAA-U/oXnMKRUPvtA/s400/IMG_2721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115510830802450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvZqyiUphI/AAAAAAAAA-c/TeUJjX2YRTA/s400/IMG_2724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, head to the creek to set our goldfish free.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115521032687090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvZrYipDfI/AAAAAAAAA-k/y23uGdYN7oA/s400/IMG_2743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358116168954944962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvaRGPWHcI/AAAAAAAAA-s/VEXyOknxO_s/s400/IMG_2745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358116175755554562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvaRfkvLwI/AAAAAAAAA-0/YuVoUJMyl8Y/s400/IMG_2749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358116183942347634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvaR-Enu3I/AAAAAAAAA-8/T1ysczyZMJM/s400/IMG_2755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, BBQ with family &amp;amp; friends.  Yummy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, head to the parade to gather up as much salt water taffy as possible (&amp;amp; maybe a few otter pops).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358118674327804210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Slvci7eyGTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/6DDQgys7Hgg/s400/IMG_2785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358118663190893170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvciR_iUnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/FzFBThJnEmA/s400/IMG_2773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358118655649917106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Slvch15oKLI/AAAAAAAAA_c/6QEyDzEKgqQ/s400/IMG_2783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, head home to eat some treats &amp;amp; get ready for the RODEO.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358120033084305410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvdyBPk8AI/AAAAAAAAA_0/NO2zQWQnFf0/s400/IMG_2802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, head to the rodeo to watch crazy boys ride bulls, awesome girls run barrels, &amp;amp; silly clowns do silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, lights out for the FIREWORKS!!!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, go home &amp;amp; go to bed because everyone is exhausted from an awesome, fun, hot, crazy day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-8597949811971911674?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8597949811971911674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8597949811971911674&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8597949811971911674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8597949811971911674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-4th-of-july-agenda.html' title='OUR 4TH OF JULY AGENDA'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvY6qVvn-I/AAAAAAAAA98/l7vmCNIs8rY/s72-c/IMG_2707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6157574245962920143</id><published>2009-07-12T15:30:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:32:30.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THEN THERE WAS JUNE</title><content type='html'>...&amp;amp; the last day of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ainsley turned 5 years old on May 31st &amp;amp; guess what she wanted for her birthday? None other than, you guessed it, a puppy. She had been telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I for at least three months that she wanted a puppy for her birthday &amp;amp; that she certainly deserved it because Addison got 2 rats for hers. How could we argue with that? Some of our very best friends in the whole world (you know who you are Horne family) just happened to have 7 adorable baby labs that they were giving away so we were able to have our pick of the litter. Rochelle &amp;amp; Jordan delivered Ainsley's puppy the afternoon of her birthday &amp;amp; boy was she surprised. She had no idea she was really getting a puppy because we had celebrated her birthday a few days earlier. Her face was priceless!!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlpYsAiCYxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Ir154Ju0AJg/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357692219790877458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlpYsAiCYxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Ir154Ju0AJg/s400/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So meet Pat the Puppy, the newest edition to the Shaw family. Isn't he cute? (If you're wondering what "that" is, it was some ice cream that one of the girls spilled on the porch &amp;amp; he had licked up &amp;amp; was guarding with his little, adorable life.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357692231792067650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlpYstPWBEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Fel8nfqEtCg/s400/IMG_2265.JPG" border="0" /&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;p&gt;And now for June...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first three days of the month were crazy &amp;amp; hectic. They were spent doing laundry, cleaning the house, getting all loose ends tied up for work, &amp;amp; last but certainly not least, packing for our &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 DAY TENNESSEE/NEW YORK VACATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!! We were able to spend Wednesday night in Park City at the condo so our morning commute was shorter &amp;amp; not so early. Here is the first official pic of our vacation, obviously at the airport waiting to board our first flight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357776269630139378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlqlIWlSa_I/AAAAAAAAA40/mW9kk2gvjhk/s400/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ainsley, Addison, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; were awesome on our flights to Nashville. I was amazed at how well they did. Once we arrived at the airport, we were greeted by Danyette, Hope, Ellie, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt;. The girls were so excited to see one another &amp;amp; of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brayd&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were excited to see all of them. We gathered up our luggage &amp;amp; headed out to pick up our rental car which by the way was the Chevy version of the car I want right now, a Buick Enclave. I think I convinced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brayd&lt;/span&gt; to buy me one, hopefully sooner than later. We then headed to the Nashville Palace to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt; sing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brayd&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were so pumped. We met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; his family (Craig, Karen, Eric, Brooke, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ericson&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; Brighton) there. We ordered dinner &amp;amp; ate while we waited for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt; to sing (wouldn't recommend it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;). We watched 5 other performers before it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tweeb's&lt;/span&gt; turn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt; rocked the house!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357776279411373170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlqlI7BUNHI/AAAAAAAAA48/AFdI6-URNt4/s400/IMG_2291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a blast watching our very own Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt; sing on stage for real. We can't wait to get back &amp;amp; watch more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt;. We then made our way to the motel for a much needed nights rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following morning the boys (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Brayd&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt;, Craig, &amp;amp; Eric) went golfing. The girls &amp;amp; I headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart to pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; a birthday present. Danyette had told me it was very close to our motel. She just forgot to inform me that I needed to turn right out of the motel parking lot rather than left. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TWO HOURS LATER&lt;/span&gt;...we arrived at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gladwell's&lt;/span&gt; house without a gift. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; was able to have a really good nap &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ains&lt;/span&gt;, Addi, &amp;amp; I saw some beautiful country (love ya Danyette!). Danyette had lunch ready for everyone; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;, chips, &amp;amp; fruit. Yummy! It really hit the spot. After cleaning up we piled into our vehicles &amp;amp; headed to downtown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357777192616102418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Slql-E-SihI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cyDThBkNIJ0/s400/IMG_2301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here we are, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Shaw's&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Gladwell's&lt;/span&gt;, reunited for a day of fun on Broadway. While in downtown we visited the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ryman&lt;/span&gt; Auditorium, home of The Grand '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Opry&lt;/span&gt; for many years, walked the streets &amp;amp; saw the many places &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt; sings at.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357781451472135762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Slqp1-csZlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wim7qHeunv4/s400/IMG_2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is one of my favorite pics of the 4 big girls (Ellie, Ainsley, Hope, &amp;amp; Addison). They held hands all the time. How cute!!! We headed to an ice cream parlor to cool off &amp;amp; enjoy some yummy ice cream. Then we were off to the famous Wild Horse Saloon. We all loved it! Giant, hand painted horses dressed in cowboy &amp;amp; cowgirl garb adorn the saloon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357777205509897298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Slql-1AaPFI/AAAAAAAAA5U/WDr76xAIXeY/s400/IMG_2320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This horse greeted us at the entrance. Our girls LOVED him! That evening we got to take a ride on The General Jackson, a huge river boat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357781457383956130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Slqp2UeLnqI/AAAAAAAAA5k/9mvPzjGGqKs/s400/IMG_2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357781463176512162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Slqp2qDPAqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/wzvx5b4__UY/s400/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We enjoyed visiting with one another, eating dinner, &amp;amp; dancing the night away to the live band. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357784314967246210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlqscpzIRYI/AAAAAAAAA50/2te5RoHwO3w/s400/IMG_2406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Downtown Nashville was beautiful in the night sky. It was the perfect way to end a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning, Saturday, June 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we drove to the church for Hope's baptism. This was the whole reason we came. We were so excited to be there for this awesome event. We sure miss this little 8 year old! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357784319646048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Slqsc7OpIZI/AAAAAAAAA58/xzDyjBZ17Jw/s400/IMG_2410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357784324779526898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlqsdOWjyvI/AAAAAAAAA6E/sLtw0kA5zuY/s400/IMG_2418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the baptism we all headed to the motel for a swim. We had a blast! We then rushed to get ourselves ready to go eat at the world famous Loveless Cafe. It was definitely the very best meal we had during our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt; visit. We will definitely be going there again. Yum!!! After dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt; treated the whole family with free tickets to the 3-D version of Up. It was absolutely hilarious &amp;amp; everyone loved it (thanks again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt;!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following day we all headed back to the church for an awesome fast &amp;amp; testimony meeting. Our hearts were so full that day. We are so grateful that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Gladwell's&lt;/span&gt; have such wonderful people surrounding them. After sacrament we headed back to the house for another delicious meal prepared by my fabulous sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;. We then drove to Franklin to see the temple. Gorgeous!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357950350207359474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltDdLRKGfI/AAAAAAAAA6M/5yBO_hANm74/s400/IMG_2436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also visited some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Tweeb&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Danyette's favorite spots in Franklin. It is a really nice place with lots of places to shop &amp;amp; lots of yummy places to eat. After our ride we headed back to the house for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Mya's&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday party. She got lots of cute clothes &amp;amp; fun toys. Again we had yummy food, this time Texas Sheet Cake &amp;amp; ice cream. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; Moo has grown up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;SSSSSOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much since they moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;. She's adorable &amp;amp; we were so glad we were able to share this day with her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357950360137512546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltDdwQsNmI/AAAAAAAAA6c/UL8IFWn7BaE/s400/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One of my favorite things in Tennessee were the gigantic, beautiful Magnolia trees. Oh my, do I ever want one!!! They are the prettiest trees I have ever seen &amp;amp; the blooms are huge. I LOVED THEM!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357950357090384866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltDdk6Mu-I/AAAAAAAAA6U/HUVfb_dOGRI/s400/IMG_2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Monday morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I dropped the girls off at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Gladwell's&lt;/span&gt; house. We then headed to the airport to catch our flight to New York City. In May, we celebrated 10 years of marriage so we decided to go somewhere fun, just the two of us, since that hadn't happened for a very long time. Danyette volunteered to watch our girls while we were away. She is the very BEST sister in the entire world!! We were able to stay at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt; (highly recommended), a beautiful hotel on 51st &amp;amp; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. It was in a great location, just blocks from the theatre district, Time Square, Rockefeller Center, &amp;amp; Carnegie Hall. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357995154734912178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltsNJI9ErI/AAAAAAAAA6k/IhmJ2fFs2UI/s400/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we unpacked &amp;amp; changed we headed down a few blocks to eat at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Redeye&lt;/span&gt; Grill, a fabulous place for seafood. Yum! There was amazing modern art throughout the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; (notice the pillar behind us in the next pic). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357995157236233874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltsNSdUNpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/jWi1zj6wahU/s400/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were headed to our debut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; show, Chicago. Little did we know, Chandra Wilson (Grey's Anatomy's Dr. Bailey) was starring as Mama, this being her opening night. We walked up to the Ambassador Theatre, where Chicago was playing, to droves of people &amp;amp; media. We had no idea what was going on as we bypassed all the crazy fans. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357995167290082274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltsN36Vw-I/AAAAAAAAA60/9LUWszW_RQs/s400/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our seats, G1 &amp;amp; G2 (that's right, 7 rows from the stage) &amp;amp; sat down. It was then that we noticed some of the Grey's Anatomy cast, including the Chief, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Torrez&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; George. They sat directly across the isle from us. The Chief commented on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Brayd's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;smokin&lt;/span&gt;' boots. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; been commenting because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; was the only person in all of New York City in a cowboy hat &amp;amp; boots or maybe because he really liked them. I guess we'll never know but we do know that it was pretty cool. The play was amazing!!! We wish we would've had time to go to another show while we were there. Next time, right? After the show we headed to Time Square, ate some cheese cake, &amp;amp; enjoyed the craziness while we lounged in a couple of lawn chairs that filled the square.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357996189787448082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlttJZAtYxI/AAAAAAAAA68/3KuxQPwWA3Y/s400/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we jumped on our double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;decker&lt;/span&gt; tour bus &amp;amp; headed uptown to the American Museum of Natural History. On the way there we were able to see many New York City landmarks like Columbus Circle, also where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; temple is located, the Opera House, &amp;amp; the famous flat iron building. The Natural History Museum sits on the west side of Central Park.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357996201830239650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlttKF37zaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dy4jrfu0fOE/s400/IMG_2499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVED this place!!! I have so many pictures of dinosaur skeletons, old saddles from every part of the world, &amp;amp; awesome wildlife exhibits. We will take our kids there one day. After we roamed the museum for a good 4 hours we went to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; place called Carmine's for dinner. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OH MY&lt;/span&gt;... is all I have to say!! We then jumped back on our tour bus &amp;amp; headed back to Time Square.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357997392109037474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltuPYAg56I/AAAAAAAAA7U/oPnI6atnjqY/s400/IMG_2546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I wanted a new Buick Enclave? Well this was a life size billboard of my car in Time Square. We walked past it every single day. It is the exact color I want &amp;amp; everything!! We couldn't pass up a pic of me pointing at my future car. That evening we took the Brooklyn Trolley Loop (also on our tour bus). It took us over the Manhattan Bridge right into Brooklyn. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357997395964118002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltuPmXow_I/AAAAAAAAA7c/wJJe88AG9kE/s400/IMG_2563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the Brooklyn Bridge with the New York City Skyline in the background. From Brooklyn we were able to get some fantastic views of the skyline (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; no good pics though). It really is unlike anything we have ever seen. It was amazing &amp;amp; we loved it. We attempted to visit the observation deck at the Empire State Building for some awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;night time&lt;/span&gt; views of the city but there was no visibility because of the clouds so we ventured back to Time Square to sit &amp;amp; relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we met one of Burns Saddlery's best customers &amp;amp; friend, Randall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Steadman&lt;/span&gt; for an early lunch near Time Square. Randall lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; works in Manhattan. He also owns an amazing ranch in Torrey, Utah. He was a wealth of useful information, from where to stay, what to eat, &amp;amp; what to see. We were able to enjoy New York City so much more because of him (thanks a million Randall!) After lunch we traveled back uptown to Central Park. We hopped off the tour bus on the west side of the park &amp;amp; strolled through to the east side where The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Metropolitan&lt;/span&gt; Museum of Art was, our next stop. The park was so vast &amp;amp; beautiful. I'm sure it is a favorite place for most New Yorkers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357997404693172338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltuQG4zkHI/AAAAAAAAA7k/fEQrbBrJsss/s400/IMG_2596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived at the museum, we grabbed a map &amp;amp; hit the exhibits that we were most interested in because we knew we didn't have time to see all of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I loved this exhibit. The hall was big, open, &amp;amp; bright white which made these knights in armour just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;breathtaking&lt;/span&gt;. It was almost surreal seeing them covered in elegantly crafted &amp;amp; engraved sheets of metal. Wow!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357998306887582146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltvEn0twcI/AAAAAAAAA70/vWaNUll86AQ/s400/IMG_2607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who doesn't love Picasso? Here are three of his amazing works.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357998332496444322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltvGHOV-6I/AAAAAAAAA78/bJogGhCZPdQ/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we took the Downtown Loop Tour (also on our double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;decker&lt;/span&gt; tour bus). It winds through Little Italy, Chinatown, the World Trade Center Site, &amp;amp; Wall Street. Our tour guide was hilarious &amp;amp; knew tons of interesting facts about the city, the buildings, &amp;amp; the communities within the city. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358000218317092130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sltwz4dBdSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/n-J2fnX9X5o/s400/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a spectacular view of the Empire State Building. It is huge! But what isn't huge in New York?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358000230707757362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sltw0mnMATI/AAAAAAAAA8M/2u48dJgc_IA/s400/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a drive by shot of Rockefeller Center. We would love to see it during Christmas. We've heard it is amazing. That night we took the subway to the Empire State Building &amp;amp; headed up to the observation deck. The views from up there were amazing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358000233813408946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sltw0yLofLI/AAAAAAAAA8U/_neEerGWr0o/s400/IMG_2641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Chrysler Building. It was definitely my favorite, just breathtaking.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358000984968864770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltxggdDJAI/AAAAAAAAA8c/5ESoLnU3YBI/s400/IMG_2642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part of the city where we were staying. Isn't it amazing how Time Square radiates so much light among all those monster buildings? We headed back to Time Square to a really yummy pizza place for dinner (food was great, service SUCKED!!) &amp;amp; then to Juniors for the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BEST CHEESECAKE&lt;/span&gt; ever (thank you Jami)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day we headed back downtown &amp;amp; hopped on a boat that sailed on the Hudson River, taking us to Ellis Island &amp;amp; the Statue of Liberty.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358000998846836290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltxhUJ0LkI/AAAAAAAAA8k/tFS9yG5ebww/s400/IMG_2654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful!! We were surprised at how small she was in respect to everything else in New York City. It's a good thing she sits out in the middle of the Hudson, raised up on a pedestal otherwise she would get lost in the midst of all the architecture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358001009740493730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sltxh8vEM6I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LmE_zLHpdoc/s400/IMG_2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is...the New York City skyline. Obviously it was a very foggy, rainy day. I was pretty bummed that this was the best shot we were able to get of the city. Oh well! Once we were off the boat we took the metro to Newark, New Jersey where we met Dean Seratelli, owner of Seratelli Hats. Seratelli is the number one hat brand for Burns Saddlery. Their factory is in Newark so we headed over to see what hat making is all about. There are many, many complicated steps to making a hat &amp;amp; the Seratelli team has it down to a science. It was very interesting. We were able to meet Dean's wife Krystal &amp;amp; brother Peter, who also work in the factory. Dean &amp;amp; Krystal drove us around Newark &amp;amp; the surrounding areas. Some places were VERY SCARY &amp;amp; other places were absolutely beautiful. We then went to the best italian resteraunt we have ever eaten at. It was ssssoooooooo good!!! After dinner they drove us back to our motel where we were able to travel through the Lincoln tunnel which runs underneath the river/ocean (?), amazing. We had a great time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we packed our things, went to breakfast, picked up a few gifts, &amp;amp; headed back to Tennessee. Tweeb &amp;amp; Danyette met us at the airport where we drove downtown to go to dinner &amp;amp; just have fun with the two of them. We ate at the Wild Horse Saloon which we had visited when we were downtown with the entire family. It was yummy! We then headed back to the Gladwell's house where we visited until the wee hours of the morning. It was so good to visit &amp;amp; laugh with them. We really miss them! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358002319107060770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SltyuKgYdCI/AAAAAAAAA88/1niG7zrcCzo/s400/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of our wonderful vacation had come. We piled in the Gladwell's van while Tweeb escorted us to the airport where we boarded our plane for home. What can we say...it was a great trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braydan was only able to be home for one day before he was off to the Reno Rodeo for the remainder of the month. He left the morning of the 15th &amp;amp; got home the evening of the 29th. While he was away the girls &amp;amp; I had fun playing with Pat, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358092485721431506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvEujUdndI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Fp09jWpxuns/s400/IMG_2667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visiting Great Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Buchanan at the cabin, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358093232550799682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvFaBedaUI/AAAAAAAAA9M/M4Sdj7tQ3eg/s400/IMG_2680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving on Charli,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358093868886729170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvF_EAxIdI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ZGdaaX7Q3_g/s400/IMG_2694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camping with my darling, awesome Young Women at Girls Camp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358099194278918018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvK1CpNN4I/AAAAAAAAA90/p39sYYODq8s/s400/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batting down pinatas at the Shaw family reunion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358096930107206610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvIxP8mq9I/AAAAAAAAA9s/MXkocehEmUk/s400/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&amp;amp; treating Alivia's terrible, horrible rash (still).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358094563390513778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SlvGnfPX4nI/AAAAAAAAA9c/LedHGuij_b8/s400/IMG_2702.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Wow, what a month!! 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It seems just like yesterday that I was huge, swollen, &amp;amp; laying in a horrible motel room trying to sleep (ha ha) when we got the call about your Great Grandpa Stewart. It was Memorial Day weekend &amp;amp; Great Grandpa had went camping in the Uintah Mountains with Grandpa George when he had a massive stroke. He was life flighted to the University of Utah Hospital for evaluation. We (Daddy &amp;amp; Mommy) drove into Salt Lake to meet Grandpa George. Your Great Grandpa Stewart was not doing very well &amp;amp; had to be monitored very closely. I was able to go see Great Grandpa after a while. As soon as I walked into the room where he was I started to cry. I was very sad because Great Grandpa was one of my very best friends for he was my only neighbor as a child. He took care of me &amp;amp; now it looked as though we were going to be taking care of him. I gave Great Grandpa a kiss &amp;amp; hug &amp;amp; walked out of the room. I went back to the waiting room to sit down because I wasn't feeling well. Daddy had decided that he had better get back to the booth (we were working at a show in South Jordan) because all of the contestants from the horse show would be there to buy our products. I gave Daddy a kiss &amp;amp; a hug &amp;amp; off he went. Minutes later, I started getting faint pains in my belly. I didn't think much of it but after about two hours they were getting worse. Aunt Danyette &amp;amp; I decided to head down to the maternity ward to hook me up to a monitor. Sure enough, I was in labor. We made our way back up to the waiting room to tell the ENTIRE Stewart family (that is not an exaggeration) that I was going to be having a baby soon. I called Daddy to let him know what was going on &amp;amp; he couldn't believe it. He was so nervous. We had to make a big decision, go home &amp;amp; have you or stay here &amp;amp; have you? Dr. Dixie was out of town so another doctor would have to deliver you if we went home. Plus, there was a good chance that we wouldn't even make it home &amp;amp; Daddy would have to deliver you in the car (ewe!). It was also Memorial Day weekend, one of the worst weekends to drive so we decided to stay in Salt Lake to have you. Besides, the whole family was already at the hospital anyways. I told Daddy to stay at the booth until I called him &amp;amp; he reluctantly agreed. At about 5:00 pm I called Daddy. He was at the hospital in no time. We decided to drive back to the motel to gather up our stuff &amp;amp; relax for a minute. It was time to go! We walked out to the car slowly &amp;amp; drove really fast. All night long I was in labor &amp;amp; finally at 11:47 am you were here!!! You were the most beautiful baby we had ever seen. You had lots of dark brown hair &amp;amp; looked just like your Daddy. You weighed 7 pounds 1 ounce &amp;amp; was 20 1/4 inches long. You were PERFECT!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're still perfect &amp;amp; we all love you very much. We hope you have a great day. Happy Birthday Ains!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad, Mom, Addison, &amp;amp; Alivia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-8011516882428384969?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8011516882428384969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8011516882428384969&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8011516882428384969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8011516882428384969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-5th-birthday-ainsley.html' title='HAPPY 5TH BIRTHDAY AINSLEY!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1960458883471272473</id><published>2009-05-27T01:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:06:25.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY ALIVIA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137687643616&amp;amp;site=widget-e0.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137687643616&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/p1/3170534137687643616/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137687643616&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/p2/3170534137687643616/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3170534137687643616&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/p4/3170534137687643616/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia,&lt;br /&gt;We can't even believe that a year has already past since you joined our family.  Wow!!  You have been such a blessing to us.  Your adorable little personality brightens all of our days, no matter what.  You have such a gift at making the people around you happy.  You are absolutely hilarious too &amp;amp; always have us laughing, especially your big sisters.  You are so smart.  You know a handful of words &amp;amp; are learning how to communicate very well through pointing your little finger at things.  You are also very good at figuring things out.  You love to play games, peek-a-boo being your favorite.  You are very expressive &amp;amp; pull the cutest, funniest faces all the time.  We hope you have a wonderful 1st birthday.  We love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Mommy, Ains, &amp;amp; Addi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-1960458883471272473?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1960458883471272473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1960458883471272473&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1960458883471272473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1960458883471272473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-1st-birthday-alivia.html' title='HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY ALIVIA!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1716572243164529180</id><published>2009-05-19T17:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:16:50.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AAWWW, SWEET DREAMS</title><content type='html'>At this very moment the only sounds I can hear are my fingers tapping the keys of my keyboard, the breeze blowing through my open windows, &amp;amp; the passing cars on state street.  Where are my kids, you ask?  Here with me, having sweet dreams about princesses &amp;amp; candy all at the same time.  Woo Hoo!!! I love moments like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-1716572243164529180?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1716572243164529180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1716572243164529180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1716572243164529180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1716572243164529180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/05/aawww-sweet-dreams.html' title='AAWWW, SWEET DREAMS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8081323615698061945</id><published>2009-05-10T06:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:11:40.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY HOPEY!!!</title><content type='html'>We would like to give a shout out to the cutest little 8 year old ever. That's right, Hope is already eight.  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOPE!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We hope you know what a smart, beautiful, funny, sweet little girl you are.  We love &amp;amp; miss you &amp;amp; can't wait to see you again (only 25 more days &amp;amp; YES we are counting down).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334918688701814610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SglwSCGqF1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/4bOrS6XFqY4/s400/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334918702635590066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SglwS2AuobI/AAAAAAAAA3w/8czHT4BkgTM/s400/June07-October07+247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334918705593558466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SglwTBB9pcI/AAAAAAAAA34/k2llTl2YQq4/s400/March07-June07+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334918693507571330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SglwSUAcHoI/AAAAAAAAA3g/48Dy-jOxIkY/s400/Alivia+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Have an awesome day Hoperoo, you deserve it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-8081323615698061945?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8081323615698061945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8081323615698061945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8081323615698061945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8081323615698061945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-8th-birthday-hopey.html' title='HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY HOPEY!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SglwSCGqF1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/4bOrS6XFqY4/s72-c/9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-4647679012624666021</id><published>2009-05-07T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:32:45.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 AWESOME, CRAZY, BUSY, WONDERFUL YEARS</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago today, Braydan &amp;amp; I were sealed in the Manti Temple.  WHOA!!! I truly can't believe it has been a decade.  We have made so many wonderful memories; building our house, traveling all over the western US for Burns Saddlery, camping out in the bed of the truck (ha ha) &amp;amp; in the Nomad (we have had two that are EXACTLY the same), having three gorgeous, hilarious, stinky, entertaining daughters, going to Disneyland (3 times), opening Burns Cowboy Shop &amp;amp; many, many more.    I am really blessed to have such a dedicated, loving, caring, patient husband.  He loves me for me &amp;amp; believe me, I think I could be pretty hard to love sometimes.  Happy 10th Anniversary Brayd!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333173668571294946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SgM9MfiorOI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ShBc_5tIWwU/s400/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-4647679012624666021?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4647679012624666021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=4647679012624666021&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/4647679012624666021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/4647679012624666021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-awesome-crazy-busy-wonderful-years.html' title='10 AWESOME, CRAZY, BUSY, WONDERFUL YEARS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SgM9MfiorOI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ShBc_5tIWwU/s72-c/IMG_1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7822362447623387085</id><published>2009-04-21T14:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:04:59.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE ME...</title><content type='html'>FROM THE ROLL OF &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday was a gorgeous day so as soon as we got out of church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayd&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I loaded up the girls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; Eggs in hand (I know, I know.  Better late than never, right?) &amp;amp; headed out of town.  We stopped at Subway on the way &amp;amp; picked up sandwiches (I know, we are naughty for eating out on the Sabbath).  Once we arrived at our awesome destination (seriously, the other side of the freeway), we broke out "the picnic", pulled down the tail gate &amp;amp; ate.  Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison could not quick raving about what great parents we were for taking them on the other side of the freeway to have a "Subway picnic" in the back of the truck &amp;amp; roll their Easter Eggs down the hill.  Isn't it the best when your kids are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute about the littlest things?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327253280635510738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se40ojzQX9I/AAAAAAAAA2I/kR5n1-FZhjI/s400/IMG_1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just about ready to head over to the hill to do some egg rolling when we were surrounded by a flock of Seagulls.  Addison could not get enough of them.  She threw the rest of her lunch at them while trying to coax them into letting her pet them.  She chased them for 20 minutes.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327253286092063474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se40o4IMwvI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/U4DvN3Oti1A/s400/IMG_1477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ains&lt;/span&gt; was a bit more timid, to say the least.  She stayed within 3 feet of the truck &amp;amp; would duck anytime a Seagull would fly near her.  She was hilarious!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327253278441849154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se40oboPwUI/AAAAAAAAA2A/uqaCjkO_shM/s400/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally time to roll Easter Eggs!!  We headed toward the perfect little hill &amp;amp; started climbing to the top.  Once we made it, the girls were more than ready for some egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rollin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327256181837209314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se43RbnpHuI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/u1_-AAyQZDQ/s400/IMG_1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to throw that egg Addison!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327256185862577474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se43RqnXXUI/AAAAAAAAA2g/j1I1wVvO7Bw/s400/IMG_1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took about 3 minutes &amp;amp; 17 seconds, then it was back down the hill.  Ainsley had noticed some very pretty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crystallized&lt;/span&gt; rocks while climbing up the hill &amp;amp; decided she would collect a few for her rock collection on our way back down.  Addison thought it was cool for a minute but threw her rocks down as soon as I got this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327256193526090066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se43SHKfSVI/AAAAAAAAA2w/s5naqFj98MU/s400/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're probably wondering why I need to be FIRED from my roll as mother, right?  Well, these next few pictures say it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;View at your own risk.  May be too much to bear for those of you who are GOOD MOMS!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327250371503923266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se4x_OcPIEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ExR4kLpI4uo/s400/IMG_1614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327250372520319106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se4x_SOkGII/AAAAAAAAA1w/pqBWvi5_Xgk/s400/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327250367450030050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se4x-_Vtn-I/AAAAAAAAA1g/GjZHDymx-Rc/s400/IMG_1607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WHAT THE *@^# WAS I THINKING???  Apparently, I wasn't because my 11 month old daughter has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FLAMING RED, BLISTERED, SWOLLEN ARMS&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I told you I should be fired.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7822362447623387085?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7822362447623387085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7822362447623387085&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7822362447623387085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7822362447623387085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/04/fire-me.html' title='FIRE ME...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Se40ojzQX9I/AAAAAAAAA2I/kR5n1-FZhjI/s72-c/IMG_1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-906924691906348690</id><published>2009-04-17T19:02:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:54:25.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER... WHERE DO I EVEN START?</title><content type='html'>At the beginning I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Easter morning I crept downstairs to wake up Danyette &amp;amp; Tweeb. The night before, we had agreed to get the girls up at 6:00 am to check out what the Easter Bunny had left. Hope &amp;amp; Ains were first to jump out of bed. Ellie, Addison, Mya &amp;amp; Liv were soon to follow. They were all so excited to see what had been left. They each got new dresses, swimming suits &amp;amp; lots of yummy treats. But the fun was cut short because we all had to be fed &amp;amp; ready by 9:00 for church. Charli was being blessed that morning. So it was kinda chaotic for a couple of hours but we made it out the door &amp;amp; to the church 10 minutes early. What?!? I seriously couldn't believe it. We are awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charli was blessed by her Grandpa Memmott. He did such an awesome job &amp;amp; boy did she ever look adorable. After church we all ran home to grab salads &amp;amp; head over to Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Buchanan's where Tiff (one of my very best friends, who also takes awesome pictures) was waiting for us to take some family photos. She did an amazing job!!! Here are some of my favorites.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325840488636869378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SekvtPeX6wI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/HvnrGybhcs8/s400/family+1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's the whole family. I sure do love these guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325832643208290594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sekokk-cISI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Z8mvrV79wJs/s400/shaw+4+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325840022188270450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SekvSF0XI3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/5Ht-M8lDBIw/s400/shaw+girls+2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I LOVE THESE PICTURES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Did I say I love them? I really, really, really love them!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325857022062474786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sek-vnSNtiI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VD9ePLOVkQQ/s400/shaw+3+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this one too! Aren't we a cute little family? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;By the way Tiff, you did such a great job! We truly LOVE our pictures &amp;amp; can't wait until they arrive so we can put them in frames &amp;amp; display them all over our house to enjoy every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The blessing luncheon was at noon, so once Tiff had gotten pictures taken we were busy getting butter on the tables, spoons in the salads, ice in the cups, &amp;amp; so on. Earlier that morning, my Mom hid 21 Easter eggs for each of our girls. They couldn't wait any longer to go hunt them down. Each of the girls had to draw an Easter egg out of a bowl to see which color they would be hunting for &amp;amp; they were off, plastic bags in hand (duh? we totally forgot their Easter baskets). I loved watching all of them run around Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma's giant yard searching for their eggs. They were adorable!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325848801072820466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sek3RFtisPI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ftGswFeMNAA/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopey was on a mad dash to collect her &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; eggs!! She was totally focused, no wonder she does so well in school.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325848036326584898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sek2kkz1MkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/fwAYP8m7-sU/s400/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ellie ran around the yard so fast that this was the one &amp;amp; only picture I was able to get of her while hunting for her &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; eggs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325846588719433442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sek1QUDZBuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RhvfymXrdJA/s400/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mya Moo was so stinkin' cute! She would pick up every single egg she came across &amp;amp; would then chase down (or try to chase down) the girl that it belonged to. She did however manage to grab one of her &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eggs from time to time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325844848802263090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SekzrCWz8DI/AAAAAAAAA04/lTz5s5LwTCo/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ainsley had no rhyme or reason to her &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; egg collecting. She was all over the place. She would run from one area of the yard to the other especially if one of the other girls told her they had found one of her eggs. She was tuckered out after the hunt, that's for sure!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325843262295852322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SekyOsKNRSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/2XlDygOH5i0/s400/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Addison wandered the yard searching for her &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BLUE &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eggs. She was very thorough. She tried to grab every egg that was in a specific area before heading to another part of the yard. I think her method was definitely the most productive. What a smart little girl!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325843272082303250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SekyPQneqRI/AAAAAAAAA0w/VNAFjF2HfdQ/s400/IMG_1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All of the girls found Alivia's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt; eggs for her. She loved all of the attention. She especially loved the yummy treats inside of her eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls had a blast running around the yard, searching for their eggs. They had definitely worked up an appetite after that. By this time, CJ's family had arrived so we all sat down to eat lunch. It was mighty good!! It was nice to sit around &amp;amp; visit for a while before heading back home. Once we arrived home, the Gladwell's immediately started packing up their things to head back to Salt Lake for the night. Their flight left the following day. Their trip seemed so short but we were so glad that they were able to come out for the week. We LOVED having them at our house. It was great to spend time with them. We already miss them &amp;amp; can't wait to see them in June.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that evening Brayd, Ains, Addi, Liv &amp;amp; I snuggled up in the theatre room &amp;amp; watched Harry Potter. The Easter Bunny brought the family the entire collection in blu ray. The girls were totally pumped to sit down &amp;amp; watch them. (All of you out there who think these movies may be somewhat scary for my 4 &amp;amp; 3 year old must know that they also love The Lord of the Rings. They are completely nuts, I know!) We ended up watching &lt;em&gt;The Sorcerer's Stone &amp;amp; Chamber of Secrets&lt;/em&gt; that night. We LOVED them!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's it. That was our crazy, awesome, wonderful Easter. We hope you enjoyed yours as much as we did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-906924691906348690?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/906924691906348690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=906924691906348690&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/906924691906348690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/906924691906348690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-where-do-i-even-start.html' title='EASTER... WHERE DO I EVEN START?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SekvtPeX6wI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/HvnrGybhcs8/s72-c/family+1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1103033347056651927</id><published>2009-04-17T15:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:28:34.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD TIMES WITH GOOD FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>As soon as the Gladwell's arrived at my house we (Danyette &amp;amp; I) left to go to our annual Favorite Things party.  Bree, Tiff, &amp;amp; Sandi did a great job organizing the party this year.  We all had so much fun eating yummy food, playing games, visiting, &amp;amp; exchanging gifts.  I have such awesome friends!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325771563232344370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SejxBQVXOTI/AAAAAAAAAyw/XeRZaqtF34s/s400/Favorite+Things+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Row (left to right): Laci, Dani, Brittnie, &amp;amp; Misty&lt;br /&gt;Front Row (left to right): Tanya, Tiff, Bree, Cristan, &amp;amp; Danyette&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325771561569221586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SejxBKI1-9I/AAAAAAAAAyo/4n0IBuCSfU4/s400/Favorite+Things+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Bree you're asking?!?  Trying to figure out the timer on the camera &amp;amp; run to her spot in the picture WITHOUT tripping over all of our gifts or the couch or the end table.  Apparently by the looks on all of our faces, that didn't happen.  Poor Bree!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325771571660358898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SejxBvuwhPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/0TZtiBbTh_k/s400/Favorite+Things.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we all walked away with.  I loved every single item, seriously!!!  I can't wait until next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-1103033347056651927?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1103033347056651927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1103033347056651927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1103033347056651927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1103033347056651927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-times-with-good-friends.html' title='GOOD TIMES WITH GOOD FRIENDS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SejxBQVXOTI/AAAAAAAAAyw/XeRZaqtF34s/s72-c/Favorite+Things+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8211679711659906540</id><published>2009-04-17T13:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:06:53.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TOGETHER AGAIN</title><content type='html'>On Monday, April 6th the Gladwell's flew back to good old Utah to spend the Easter holiday with family.  WE WERE SO EXCITED!!!  We had been looking forward to this trip for a very long time.  So when 5:00 rolled around on Wednesday &amp;amp; there was no sign of the Gladwell family (they spent the first couple of days in the Salt Lake Valley with Tweeb's family), my kids were totally freaking out.  But only minutes later they drove up to the house.  You seriously could not wipe the grins off all of our faces.  Ainsley ran out the front door, threw her hands in the air &amp;amp; yelled, "FINALLY!!!"  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745654905565266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SejZdMS58FI/AAAAAAAAAyI/nt0ekeLBi0c/s400/IMG_1269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745659406725874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SejZddEEMvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ELrWktEiYrc/s400/IMG_1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told ya about the grins!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325762802008103362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SejpDSOumcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/kC_eLFBdlYE/s400/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope was able to spend the first night in Salina at her best bud Maddi's house so Ains, Ellie, &amp;amp; Addi were inseparable.  They played dress up &amp;amp; Barbies &amp;amp; babies &amp;amp; house.  They read books, told stories, danced, &amp;amp; watched movies.  They ate treats, drank pop, &amp;amp; played with Pawgo &amp;amp; Lisa Tingy.  They ran around, sang loudly, screamed with giddy excitement, &amp;amp; tormented Tweeb.  They had so much fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-8211679711659906540?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8211679711659906540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8211679711659906540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8211679711659906540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8211679711659906540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/04/together-again.html' title='TOGETHER AGAIN'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SejZdMS58FI/AAAAAAAAAyI/nt0ekeLBi0c/s72-c/IMG_1269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-874983612176173808</id><published>2009-04-01T17:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:58:36.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR CRISTAN</title><content type='html'>So this is my 6th picture in my 6th file &amp;amp; it's just for you Critan (sorry it took me so long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdP-iykqFJI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vK7C_oruF7U/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319875458499220626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdP-iykqFJI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vK7C_oruF7U/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who: Tiff, Jake, Teya, Tai, Addison, Ainsley, Misty, Alivia, &amp;amp; Braydan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What:  Chillin' on the couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When: New Year's Eve 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where: Our house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why:  To celebrate!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-874983612176173808?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/874983612176173808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=874983612176173808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/874983612176173808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/874983612176173808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-cristan.html' title='JUST FOR CRISTAN'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdP-iykqFJI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vK7C_oruF7U/s72-c/IMG_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8140510894760407444</id><published>2009-03-31T18:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:51:45.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LITTLE PICASSO</title><content type='html'>Lately Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison are constantly coloring or drawing on something so there are crayons, colored pencils, pens, &amp;amp; markers everywhere.  Apparently Alivia has been longing to join in the creativity because every time I turn around she has some form of writing utensil in her hand &amp;amp; is frantically searching the area for a scrap of paper that she can scribble on.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319515121911670290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdK20cLdJhI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8AoRtdiAQN4/s400/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet success, she's found some paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319515133640762194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdK21H3441I/AAAAAAAAAxY/88l0GEQS24o/s400/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, she is only 10 MONTHS OLD!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319515137308177570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdK21ViRNKI/AAAAAAAAAxo/VtleUsNT2U0/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out that form!  She holds that pencil just the way she should, doesn't she? Genius!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319515829843732930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdK3dpbnKcI/AAAAAAAAAxw/SF7Or27c5WM/s400/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's destiny, she is gonna be my little Picasso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-8140510894760407444?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8140510894760407444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8140510894760407444&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8140510894760407444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8140510894760407444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-picasso.html' title='MY LITTLE PICASSO'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdK20cLdJhI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8AoRtdiAQN4/s72-c/IMG_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-3895280149294544858</id><published>2009-03-17T18:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:30:17.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE LOVE</title><content type='html'>Alivia L...O...V...E...S... Charli!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319511973173434018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdKz9KNwlqI/AAAAAAAAAxA/mP0xrYFF1Dw/s400/IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319511966058674930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdKz8vtd-vI/AAAAAAAAAw4/HGW3bWSB0CA/s400/IMG_1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319511977882918914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdKz9bwloAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/0z1fV5B0UgI/s400/IMG_1160.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell?&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/3049382798327061699-3895280149294544858?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3895280149294544858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=3895280149294544858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3895280149294544858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3895280149294544858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-love.html' title='TRUE LOVE'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SdKz9KNwlqI/AAAAAAAAAxA/mP0xrYFF1Dw/s72-c/IMG_1154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-3286081108187817084</id><published>2009-03-14T13:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:05:22.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALREADY STARTING!!!</title><content type='html'>What's that, you ask?  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DANCE COMPETITIONS!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ainsley had her very first dance competition today.  She was so excited &amp;amp; as she said it, "I'm kinda a little nervous Mom!"  I assured her that those feelings were very normal &amp;amp; being nervous &amp;amp; excited would only make her do that much better once she got on stage.  She did great &amp;amp; she looked so dang adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318691559059774162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sc_JyxegWtI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/SxrlcAAmDtg/s400/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They were the 6th performance of the competition so the wait backstage wasn't too long.  All of the girls were pretty excited to be competing, especially since N &amp;amp; B (her dance company) has never let this age group compete before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318691565757387106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sc_JzKbV0WI/AAAAAAAAAwY/crFg1C8hqAk/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they CUTE?!?  Once they got on stage they waited &amp;amp; waited &amp;amp; waited &amp;amp; waited (seriously, at least one whole minute, maybe even two) for the music to start but they ROckEd!!!  Not one of these little girls moved at all.  Once the music started they were bringing down the house with their awesome moves.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318691572499631410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sc_Jzji0TTI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vENDpWBaIcU/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318691564130096050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sc_JzEXXU7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Z3sUqnsJ4Ec/s400/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They competed against one other team in their category &amp;amp; they took &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FIRST PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!!!  Each girl received a blue ribbon &amp;amp; a giant medal.  You couldn't wipe the grin off Ainsley's face the entire day.  You also couldn't get that GIANT medal from around her neck either which was fine with me.  It was so much fun to watch Ains on stage &amp;amp; cheer her on.  I can't wait to cheer her on again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had the greatest intentions to post the video of her dance BUT I am a technology dummy!  I couldn't figure it out for the life of me &amp;amp; my darling husband hasn't been around much to tackle the task for me.  So any tips, advise on how you do this would be AWESOME!?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-3286081108187817084?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3286081108187817084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=3286081108187817084&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3286081108187817084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3286081108187817084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-already-starting.html' title='IT&apos;S ALREADY STARTING!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/Sc_JyxegWtI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/SxrlcAAmDtg/s72-c/IMG_1018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-655958439028380335</id><published>2009-03-12T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:15:18.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL SCOUT COOKIES ARE YUMMY!!!</title><content type='html'>I know you all LOVE Girl Scout Cookies just like me, right? I mean who doesn't love them?!?  Well our family favorites are the Thin Mints &amp;amp; Samoa Cookies, mmmm.  Braydan orders a couple boxes of each every year.  Thanks Brayd! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Ains wanted a Thin Mint &amp;amp; Alivia gave me that "why aren't you giving ME one of those" looks.  So I totally caved &amp;amp; handed her one.  She definitely belongs to our family because she LOVED it!!  Just look at that face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312314279897603922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SbkhsRSIH1I/AAAAAAAAAwI/7-1FIc6TNkY/s400/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-655958439028380335?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/655958439028380335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=655958439028380335&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/655958439028380335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/655958439028380335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-scout-cookies-are-yummy.html' title='GIRL SCOUT COOKIES ARE YUMMY!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SbkhsRSIH1I/AAAAAAAAAwI/7-1FIc6TNkY/s72-c/IMG_0994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2608894889498840457</id><published>2009-03-06T14:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:23:43.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUBBERBANDS = HOUSES</title><content type='html'>Lately while I'm in my office working Addison will be right by my side building houses out of rubberbands.  First she carefully selects the perfect rubberband from my stash (Grandma Red puts rubberbands around my mail for the store which she delivers every single day so I have TONS) &amp;amp; starts applying them to the knobs of my filing drawers.  She then piles on as many as she can possibly fit around the knobs to create things, usually houses.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310184684707171218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SbGQ1g-wy5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/Gb4fLcJN-q4/s400/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forget the little, adorable things she does every single day that make me smile.  What a cutie!!!   &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310184708615796722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SbGQ26DBd_I/AAAAAAAAAvw/GXBeEihJxq4/s400/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-2608894889498840457?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2608894889498840457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2608894889498840457&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2608894889498840457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2608894889498840457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/03/rubberbands-houses.html' title='RUBBERBANDS = HOUSES'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SbGQ1g-wy5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/Gb4fLcJN-q4/s72-c/IMG_0934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-3857031651221953019</id><published>2009-03-03T14:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:40:54.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE TWEEB!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Uncle Tweeb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're glad you got to have your birthday today.  Happy Birthday Uncle Tweeb.  We love you! Send us another song.  Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley, Addison, &amp;amp; Alivia &lt;br /&gt;(obviously written in exactly their words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-3857031651221953019?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3857031651221953019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=3857031651221953019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3857031651221953019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3857031651221953019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-uncle-tweeb.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE TWEEB!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-9190485296122097912</id><published>2009-02-26T09:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:29:35.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HELPERS</title><content type='html'>Last night after dinner I went into my office to start printing statements for the store when I heard the clatter &amp;amp; cling of dishes.  I immediately sprang to my feet &amp;amp; ran into the kitchen &amp;amp; this is what I found...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307141145006674946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SabAwMD7lAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/UO_gge9J2QI/s400/IMG_0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307141149539206194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SabAwc8khDI/AAAAAAAAAuw/sgPiCby7Mnw/s400/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two darling, adorable HAPPY HELPERS!!!  They cleaned up &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EVERY SINGLE&lt;/span&gt; dinner dish, right down to the last fork.  Then they proceeded to wipe &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EVERY SURFACE&lt;/span&gt; down until it sparkled (garbage can included).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307141159875240370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SabAxDc34bI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ldtTGPXN-m4/s400/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307141156188530914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SabAw1t5KOI/AAAAAAAAAu4/gz0utaZ9pA8/s400/IMG_0823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was truly amazed at how well they were able to clean up spaghetti without making a mess.  In fact, the only thing I had to do after they were done was put the dishes into the dishwasher.  I'm not kidding, they cleaned up that good.  Are they the most adorable little girls ever or what?!?  I sure think so!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Ains &amp;amp; Addi.  Mommy really appreciates how much you help me out especially when I don't have to ask.  I JUST LOVE YOU TWO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-9190485296122097912?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9190485296122097912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=9190485296122097912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/9190485296122097912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/9190485296122097912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-helpers.html' title='HAPPY HELPERS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SabAwMD7lAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/UO_gge9J2QI/s72-c/IMG_0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-77256602869756101</id><published>2009-02-18T13:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:28:33.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARLI'S HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charolette (Charli) Hazel Memmott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 pounds 6 ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:46 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304234983087834034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxtnTQmg7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ig_dxj9YxhM/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304234995796259666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxtoCmhs1I/AAAAAAAAAuI/VvDQg253i1Y/s400/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congratulations on your beautiful baby girl Britt &amp;amp; CJ!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-77256602869756101?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/77256602869756101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=77256602869756101&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/77256602869756101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/77256602869756101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/charlis-here.html' title='CHARLI&apos;S HERE!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxtnTQmg7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ig_dxj9YxhM/s72-c/IMG_0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6453480164848544097</id><published>2009-02-15T13:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:06:17.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THESE GIRLS!</title><content type='html'>I sure think these three little girls are beautiful.  I just love &amp;amp; adore them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxpTeVyvxI/AAAAAAAAAto/3wjmBi3iZmU/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304230244418502418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxpTeVyvxI/AAAAAAAAAto/3wjmBi3iZmU/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3049382798327061699-6453480164848544097?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6453480164848544097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6453480164848544097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6453480164848544097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6453480164848544097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-these-girls.html' title='I LOVE THESE GIRLS!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxpTeVyvxI/AAAAAAAAAto/3wjmBi3iZmU/s72-c/IMG_0728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2754436814858802460</id><published>2009-02-14T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:58:08.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY TIME WITH PAWGO &amp; LISA TINGY</title><content type='html'>Tonight I decided to let the rats out of their cage to play.  We have never done that before.  Oh my, the girls L...O...V...E....D... it!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pawgo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tingy&lt;/span&gt; are so dang adorable, even YOU will have to admit it?!?  They crack us up all day long.  Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tingy&lt;/span&gt; (the small one with gray spots down his spine) is always laying right on top of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pawgo&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pawgo&lt;/span&gt; is always stealing Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tingy's&lt;/span&gt; popcorn, which they love.  They are always playing &amp;amp; being hilarious.  But tonight was the very first time Addison held either of them by herself.  Don't get me wrong, she loves her rats to bits but has been a little timid at holding them.  She wasn't timid at all tonight &amp;amp; it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sssooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219919203154082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxf6d6nuKI/AAAAAAAAAtg/DQ7CzIW6ze8/s400/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219874982743778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxf35LpzuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/TxbXV7P5Sc8/s400/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219875255845218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxf36MxAWI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/kOqiIwAgHu0/s400/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219864635082482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxf3SolBvI/AAAAAAAAAtI/vdpnfEohK0c/s400/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219860766049666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxf3EOIRYI/AAAAAAAAAtA/nK9TmR5cBf4/s400/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you're all wondering, of course I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cloroxed&lt;/span&gt; the high chair afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-2754436814858802460?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2754436814858802460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2754436814858802460&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2754436814858802460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2754436814858802460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/play-time-with-pawgo-lisa-tingy.html' title='PLAY TIME WITH PAWGO &amp; LISA TINGY'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZxf6d6nuKI/AAAAAAAAAtg/DQ7CzIW6ze8/s72-c/IMG_0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6903587311097448888</id><published>2009-02-12T01:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:59:54.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAY TO QUIET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know when you are busy doing things around the house &amp;amp; it suddenly becomes WAY TO QUIET?  Well, today that's what happened at our house.  I had just opened GIANT lollipops for Ains &amp;amp; Addi when the silence fell upon our home (that never happens).  I started yelling, "Ains, Adds where are you?" with no response.  Ah oh!  Just then, I rounded the corner to mine &amp;amp; Brayd's bathroom &amp;amp; this is what I found.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303677153088626082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZpyRUkz3aI/AAAAAAAAAso/BS2JlToQH9I/s400/IMG_0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303677195176047842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZpyTxXO9OI/AAAAAAAAAs4/MZk9UYbhbNw/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303677158198607954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZpyRnnIAFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OYHRM0MFGYM/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caught, red handed!!!  What some little stinkers, feeding their baby sister lollipops.  I immediately ran out of the bathroom to grab my camera because I couldn't resist their act of kindness or Alivia's delighted face.  Pretty CUTE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6903587311097448888?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6903587311097448888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6903587311097448888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6903587311097448888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6903587311097448888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-to-quiet.html' title='WAY TO QUIET'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZpyRUkz3aI/AAAAAAAAAso/BS2JlToQH9I/s72-c/IMG_0656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-4124557335392446712</id><published>2009-02-10T02:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:33:28.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY ADDISON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919789415923&amp;amp;site=widget-f3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919789415923&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p1/3386706919789415923/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919789415923&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p2/3386706919789415923/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3386706919789415923&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p4/3386706919789415923/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison,&lt;br /&gt;We would like to wish you a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!  We want you to know how much we love you &amp; how special you are.  We have watched you grow throughout your life &amp; have always been amazed at the things you can do.  At 7 1/2 months old you took your first steps.  At 10 months old you were running around &amp; we were having a hard time keeping up with you.  You are so fast &amp; agile &amp; can do almost anything.  You are such a little dare devil &amp; are so tough.  You are such a great sister.  Ainsley &amp; Alivia love you so much.  You are also an awesome helper.  You help us out so much &amp; are always willing to do whatever we ask you to do.  You are such a sweetheart.  You always try your best to make everyone happy &amp; you do.  We are so happy to have you in our family.  We love you Poop Chicken!!!  Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mom, Ains, &amp; Livvy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-4124557335392446712?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4124557335392446712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=4124557335392446712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/4124557335392446712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/4124557335392446712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-3rd-birthday-addison.html' title='HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY ADDISON!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1399846918932673339</id><published>2009-02-07T00:35:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:17:41.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S CELEBRATE WITH A TEA PARTY</title><content type='html'>&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;Today we celebrated Addison's 3rd birthday by having a tea party. We made yummy heart shaped raspberry sandwiches &amp;amp; strawberry banana smoothies topped with mini marshmallows. We also had some delicious finger desserts made by the best homemade candy company around, Cocomotive. They made us white chocolate dipped marshmallow hearts, fudge, chocolate dipped rice krispy balls, &amp;amp; little mint hearts. Everything was YuuUUmMY!!! Addison seated everybody &amp;amp; served them their tea party treats. She was the best (cutest too) little hostess.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301071836081557794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEwv6Z4ESI/AAAAAAAAAoI/lpIQEstsjTU/s400/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time for cake, candles, &amp;amp; singing. Addison loved her tiny, "just my size" cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301073688146199282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEybt4fwvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/GLenNPx1sUk/s400/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bring on the presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301076027170021810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZE0j3bO4bI/AAAAAAAAAo4/BXf7TOfO0fA/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301075215172875666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEz0mgBtZI/AAAAAAAAAow/lJs53EqWUD4/s400/IMG_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301075205467575138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEz0CWGk2I/AAAAAAAAAog/yyCnCUCXosQ/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301075210591449618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEz0VbushI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uiLy6or08_k/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301076033639578034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZE0kPhsebI/AAAAAAAAApA/tGvdlsMsu9k/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now for Mom &amp;amp; Dads gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301077857518830530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZE2OaAZQ8I/AAAAAAAAApI/ZmbIMni5-sY/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301077861774309746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZE2Op2-uXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/37tsFxJqwkY/s400/IMG_0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301077878896927218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZE2PppVIfI/AAAAAAAAApg/gbBQGG0BvM0/s400/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301077864405449250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZE2OzqSuiI/AAAAAAAAApY/Y5ZWIJObl8I/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes, Addison wanted rats for her birthday.  Yes, Addison got what she wanted!  It was an awesome day &amp;amp; an awesome party for an awesome little almost 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3049382798327061699-1399846918932673339?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1399846918932673339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1399846918932673339&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1399846918932673339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1399846918932673339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-celebrate-with-tea-party.html' title='LET&apos;S CELEBRATE WITH A TEA PARTY'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEwv6Z4ESI/AAAAAAAAAoI/lpIQEstsjTU/s72-c/IMG_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1438955713359749124</id><published>2009-02-06T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:33:47.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S PIGGY TIME</title><content type='html'>Alivia has the longest little patch of hair on the top of her head so I thought I would see if I could get a piggy in it.  Well I did &amp;amp; it's pretty darn cute if you ask me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEs_PjgrTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/zCT89O9T58I/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301067701410639154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEs_PjgrTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/zCT89O9T58I/s400/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301067689412249378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEs-i23xyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/updWXnnGnbU/s400/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" /&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/3049382798327061699-1438955713359749124?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1438955713359749124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1438955713359749124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1438955713359749124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1438955713359749124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-piggy-time.html' title='IT&apos;S PIGGY TIME'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEs_PjgrTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/zCT89O9T58I/s72-c/IMG_0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2457637339381946377</id><published>2009-02-05T00:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:27:45.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU SERIOUS?</title><content type='html'>Alivia adores Ainsley.  In fact, I think the only reason I am her favorite over Ains right now is because I am the milk truck.  That being said, I went downstairs to do something &amp;amp; when I returned Braydan was allowing Ainsley to pull Alivia around the kitchen &amp;amp; entry way by her feet while she was on her belly.  WHAT THE ...?  First of all, Ains was flipping her around like she was a doll not her 8 month old baby sister.  Second of all, Ains had Alivia's legs at a 90 degree angle most of the time (ouch...).  Third, Braydan was actually allowing this to happen.  ...BUT, Alivia was laughing so hard &amp;amp; so were Ains &amp;amp; Addi so I couldn't get too upset, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEpvWCdzbI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WTciSFCKmYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301064129738296754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEpvWCdzbI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WTciSFCKmYQ/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301064126251455282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEpvJDI0zI/AAAAAAAAAno/-FzZE3-0Id4/s400/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301064124262416674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEpvBo6gSI/AAAAAAAAAng/MFdAoA02bDA/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" border="0" /&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/3049382798327061699-2457637339381946377?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2457637339381946377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2457637339381946377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2457637339381946377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2457637339381946377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-serious.html' title='ARE YOU SERIOUS?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEpvWCdzbI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WTciSFCKmYQ/s72-c/IMG_0498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5235985805772947615</id><published>2009-02-01T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:11:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIG 3... 0...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY BRAYDAN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brayd turned 30 years old yesterday &amp;amp; to celebrate I threw him an awesome Poker Party.  We (Brayd &amp;amp; I, CJ &amp;amp; Britt, Dustin &amp;amp; Chelsea, Jake &amp;amp; Tiff, &amp;amp; Trent &amp;amp; Tanya) started the party off with a poker tournament.  We bought 5 sweet prizes for the winners.  They included an IHome, IPod, &lt;em&gt;Planet Earth&lt;/em&gt; DVD Series, &lt;em&gt;Rounders&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;21&lt;/em&gt; DVD Set, &amp;amp; a giant box of face cards.  Our guests were pumped about the prizes so the play was pretty aggressive.  Chelsea ended up with everybody's money &amp;amp; took home the IHome.  Braydan came in at 2nd place &amp;amp; opted to take the &lt;em&gt;Rounders/21&lt;/em&gt; DVD set.   Dustin took 3rd place &amp;amp; snatched up the &lt;em&gt;Planet Earth&lt;/em&gt; DVD series.  Trent &amp;amp; Tanya ended up taking 4th &amp;amp; 5th place &amp;amp; were left with the IPod &amp;amp; playing cards.  It was a ton of fun!  We then set the cake (btw, the cake was made &amp;amp; decorated by Trent) a blaze &amp;amp; sang my totally embarrassed husband Happy Birthday!!  It was a YUMMY cake &amp;amp; pretty dang awesome if you ask me.  Thanks again Trent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301056386877077106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEispoftnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ggmGDZIZcGs/s400/IMG_0452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301056088907126418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEibTm7FpI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jhcGsDYxwrM/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301057032295701874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEjSOASXXI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Q42ApZJx_wU/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The playing resumed until the wee hours of the morning.  We all laughed alot, had a great time, &amp;amp; can't wait to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEjShDh4uI/AAAAAAAAAnY/teVRMs9UOKY/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-5235985805772947615?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5235985805772947615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5235985805772947615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5235985805772947615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5235985805772947615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-3-0.html' title='THE BIG 3... 0...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZEispoftnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ggmGDZIZcGs/s72-c/IMG_0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1516791767320916789</id><published>2009-01-29T20:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:05:59.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDANCE OVER...mini VACATION BEGINS</title><content type='html'>As you all know, we opened Burns Cowboy Shop in Park City in November of last year.  Since the grand opening we have been looking forward to the Sundance Film Festival.  To gear up for the crowds, we spent the 4th, 5th, &amp;amp; 6th in Park City working out some computer bugs with our software company.  Braydan got to go back up on the morning of the 15th to help out at the store during the festival.  The store had great success.  On Sunday the 25th the girls &amp;amp; I drove up to Park City to pick up Braydan.  We then headed into the Salt Lake Valley to spend a couple nights in a motel.  Ains &amp;amp; Addi were SSSOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!  Staying in a motel is probably one of their all time favorite things to do as a family. &lt;br /&gt;On Monday we started off our day with a yummy brunch.  We then headed to The Living Planet Aquarium.  The girls were so hilarious.  They practically ran from exhibit to exhibit.  Braydan &amp;amp; I kept telling them to slow down &amp;amp; take a better look at the fish but they weren't having any of that.  They loved the sea horses, jelly fish, frogs &amp;amp; anemones.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301010515192207554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZD4-kSkWMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-6NcY4tVNe4/s400/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301010537867039490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZD4_4wq0wI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ZAMKJIlhGi8/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301010543552175570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZD5AN8HHdI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ufgHu0UHlUE/s400/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia was in awe the entire time (oh yea, her rash is &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; gone).  She got so excited when a fish would swim next to her.  They all loved it.  After the Aquarium, we headed over to the South Town Mall for some ice cream &amp;amp; a couple of rides on the infamous Merry-Go-Round (what some cheap entertainment).  We then headed over to Jordan Commons to catch a movie.  Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison both wanted to see &lt;em&gt;Inkheart&lt;/em&gt;.   We all loved it &amp;amp; would definitely recommend it.  By that time the girls were begging us to get back to the motel so we could go swim.  We all had a blast at the pool.  We can't wait for summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301012532833134946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZD60AlpqWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2AR_tBqG2p4/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301012527679458242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZD6ztY6y8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/HFYSQrOzyvI/s400/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back up to the room Ains &amp;amp; Addi were totally checking themselves out in the mirrored ceiling in the elevator.  Braydan &amp;amp; I were laughing so hard at them.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301012559794714274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZD61lBytqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3rld6b2Bcw0/s400/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301012550569645938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZD61CqXV3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/moSxCpYtfic/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point it was pretty late so Braydan went to McDonalds &amp;amp; brought us back some delicious dinner.  Of course, Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison were thrilled.  What kid doesn't love McDonalds? &lt;br /&gt;The next day we took them to Chuck E. Cheese's for lunch which they loved too.  We ran a few errands &amp;amp;  then headed home.  We all had a great time together on our mini vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3049382798327061699-1516791767320916789?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1516791767320916789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1516791767320916789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1516791767320916789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1516791767320916789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/sundance-overmini-vacation-begins.html' title='SUNDANCE OVER...mini VACATION BEGINS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZD4-kSkWMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-6NcY4tVNe4/s72-c/IMG_0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5761009823455551339</id><published>2009-01-12T18:03:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:22:33.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!</title><content type='html'>On Friday, January 9th my Mom, Danyette, &amp;amp; I were able to pull off the BigGEst, BeSTesT surprise ever!! My Mom &amp;amp; I flew Danyette in from Tennessee for Brittnie's Baby Shower. It was so much fun because other than the three of us, Braydan was the only person here who knew she was coming. Britt was moved to tears when she saw her. Ains &amp;amp; Addi were thrilled to see Aunt Danyette too. In fact, Addison would sit right next to her &amp;amp; hold her hand anytime she sat down. It was really sweet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300969150997882690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDTW2qIZ0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/MIZ90f5n-tM/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300969146749981906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDTWm1WlNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/jCbYyvQ4bmg/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was SSSOOOOOOO EXCITED to see my sis. It had been exactly six months since she had driven away from my house to head out on this great adventure that they are on. The very first thing I noticed was how long her hair had gotten. WhoA!! Our time together was jam packed with activities. Of course Britt's Baby Shower was at the top of the list. Everything turned out so great, from the decorations to the dessert. She had tons of people come &amp;amp; got lots of really awesome gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDr0zyNy1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/oVcEOYiNqUI/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300996053901626194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDr0zyNy1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/oVcEOYiNqUI/s200/IMG_0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDtRE1YajI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jQImkvFiO-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300997639026272818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDtRE1YajI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jQImkvFiO-Q/s200/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDr0cGBLgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/o0krf5I3btY/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300996047542234626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDr0cGBLgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/o0krf5I3btY/s200/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDr1MMW4XI/AAAAAAAAAlI/fVIEU1oMUj4/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDtRo2WNCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/1XahtNQRNaU/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDtRZv-a2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/XWlEB28jViM/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300997644640742242" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDtRZv-a2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/XWlEB28jViM/s200/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also able to get a bunch of friends together for dinner at El Mexicano (yum!). It was a ToN of FuN (that may be a bit of an understatement)!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300994059563009026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDqAuS1hAI/AAAAAAAAAko/wcbiYlnsgwM/s400/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had such a great time together. I can't wait until I get to see her again. Love ya Danyette!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300991101747858914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDnUjkwDeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/psS7wqnUBFE/s400/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-5761009823455551339?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5761009823455551339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5761009823455551339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5761009823455551339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5761009823455551339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SZDTW2qIZ0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/MIZ90f5n-tM/s72-c/IMG_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8055418634391179969</id><published>2009-01-06T22:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:56:04.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POOR BABY</title><content type='html'>My poor sweet baby is covered in a&lt;em&gt;  mystery rash.  &lt;/em&gt;On November 19th Alivia woke up with an ear full of sticky, yucky goo.  I took her to the doctor &amp;amp; found out that her ear drum had burst (ouch).  She was put on an antibiotic for 10 days.  On the very last day of this treatment she broke out with a mild rash on her back &amp;amp; belly.  I totally blew it off, not thinking it was a big deal at all.  About 4 or 5 days later I took Alivia in for her 6 month well child visit.  Her ears were still red but we opted not to put her on another dose of antibiotics so soon.  The rash did concern her doctor though.  She immediately ran her down to see the other doctor in the office.  They both confirmed that it was probably 1 of 3 things; an allergic reaction to the antibiotic, eczema, or yeast.  They told me to get some hydrocortizone &amp;amp; monistat to apply to the affected areas.  So I did but her rash wasn't getting better.  In fact, it was getting much worse.  Her doctor wanted me to bring her back by in about a week to check on things, so I did.  Alivia was actually seen that day by another doctor (3rd doctor).  He told me to try some benedryl creme if in fact it was an allergic reaction.  He also checked her ears that day &amp;amp; decided to try another round of antibiotics because her ears were still pretty red, this one being a 5 day dose.  So I did that, but her little rash was now a BIG rash.  Just over a week ago I took her back to see the 3rd doctor again &amp;amp; he gave me a couple of prescriptions.  Neither of them worked at all.  Finally I decided to get her an appointment with Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison's pediatrician (something I should have done in the first place).  He was baffled!!  He said it was hard to make a proper diagnosis mostly because we had tried so many different treatments &amp;amp; nothing was working.  He wasn't sure if something could have been working at some point &amp;amp; if something else aggravated it at the same time, so we did a bunch of things.  First, he scraped parts of her rash with a scalpel (yes, I did say scalpel) &amp;amp; put them on a slide to look at with a microscope.  Second, he swabbed her rash to do some lab testing.  Third, he took her blood to get a CBC level &amp;amp; a zinc level.  WHAT THE...  The zinc level was taken to see if she may have a zinc deficiency, the scraping &amp;amp; swabbing was to try to determine what the heck we are working with, &amp;amp; the CBC level was just a precaution.  So for right now we are treating her BIG, GIANT, HORRIBLE RASH as extreme eczema with a bacterial infection.  If things don't clear up within 2 weeks, he is sending her to Salt Lake to see a pediatric dermatologist.  He also mentioned it could be a bunch of "weird, crazy things".  Nice!  We are hoping for extreme eczema at this point.  My poor sweet (chubby) baby!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288412924009982082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWQ3iQEzKII/AAAAAAAAAhY/mrlJSwWAboI/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288412667488153458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWQ3TUdOr3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q6KN15HzY5c/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /&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/3049382798327061699-8055418634391179969?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8055418634391179969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8055418634391179969&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8055418634391179969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8055418634391179969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-baby.html' title='POOR BABY'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWQ3iQEzKII/AAAAAAAAAhY/mrlJSwWAboI/s72-c/IMG_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5698117297117934070</id><published>2009-01-04T01:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:43:06.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE IS BEAUTY ALL AROUND...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have to admit that one of my most favorite things in the whole world is a sunset. A beautiful sunset can make me happy when I'm sad, it can make me excited to share the beauty of nature, &amp;amp; it can warm my soul. I hope you can see &amp;amp; feel the beauty that is all around us just like me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287355874195887698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWB2J2qFVlI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_tQhRqReKcI/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287355880148469506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWB2KM1ShwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/mu1KClZalmE/s400/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287355888666635794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWB2KskLbhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/P0K0LVt83Es/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-5698117297117934070?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5698117297117934070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5698117297117934070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5698117297117934070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5698117297117934070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-beauty-all-around.html' title='THERE IS BEAUTY ALL AROUND...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWB2J2qFVlI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_tQhRqReKcI/s72-c/IMG_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1452479002946994441</id><published>2009-01-01T21:06:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:33:39.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE DID DECEMBER GO?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe December is already over! The holidays are always so busy for our family. Between business at Burns Saddlery, Burns Cowboy Shop, &amp;amp; the National Finals Rodeo, finding time to take Ains &amp;amp; Addi to school, dance, &amp;amp; singing, &amp;amp; balancing my church calling, &lt;strong&gt;busy may be an understatement &lt;/strong&gt;(oh yea, I should probably mention my responsibility of being &lt;strong&gt;MOM &lt;/strong&gt;in there too)&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, Braydan &amp;amp; the NFR crew left the Sunday after Thanksgiving for Las Vegas so the girls &amp;amp; I were left home alone during the busiest, most hectic, crazy month of the year (such a bummer). This year Brayd was gone for 15 days which is actually 2-3 days less than previous years. We were pretty excited about that! While he was gone Alivia had her 6 month check up which went pretty well, other than she broke out in this weird rash while she was on antibiotics for ear infections (actually her left ear drum had burst). Liv has since been back to the doctor two more times because of this peculiar rash &amp;amp; not one of the four doctors she has seen knows what the cause of it is. I am taking her to a dermatologist as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, December 6th Alivia &amp;amp; I were able to go to Temple Square in Salt Lake City with the Young Women &amp;amp; Young Men of our ward. It was alot of fun. We attended the Joseph Smith movie at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. It was absolutely phenomenal &amp;amp; I highly recommend it. After the movie, most of our group went ice skating at the Gallivan's Plaza. Alivia &amp;amp; I walked over to The Gateway to shop with the rest of our group. We all then met at the Tabernacle to walk around Temple Square &amp;amp; view the lights. I am always in awe at the beauty of Temple Square, no matter what time of year it is. It was truly a great day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287322439610743490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBXvtHzOsI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rXUr8APb5yg/s400/december+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following week was cRazY!!! I worked every day except Wednesday, decorated for &amp;amp; attended the Ward Christmas Party, &amp;amp; watched Addison sing at the Richfield Care Center. Not to mention, I &lt;strong&gt;tried &lt;/strong&gt;to keep up on the regular every day stuff like running the girls to school, doing the laundry, grocery shopping, making dinner, etc., etc., etc.... While we were at the Ward Christmas Party each of the girls took their turn to sit on Santa's lap. When it was Addison's turn she hopped up on his lap &amp;amp; told him exactly what she wanted, a PONY! Santa immediately glanced my way then turned back to her &amp;amp; said, "You know, Rudolph won't let me deliver ponies to little boys &amp;amp; girls because he just doesn't like them." She looked at him &amp;amp; said, "OK, then I want a pupcake kitchen." All I can say is, THANK YOU SANTA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287324847156963682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBZ717jKWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/cMYfjZNLWPg/s400/december+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;The week before Christmas was even CRaZieR! Braydan finally got home, which we were all so happy about. We had missed him so much. I still had to finish up my shopping which (thank goodness) was not much. But the only gifts I had wrapped were the gifts I had mailed to the Gladwell's. Needless to say, I spent a couple of nights wrapping into the early morning hours. Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison had Christmas Parties Tuesday, Wednesday, &amp;amp; Thursday that week, so we had plenty of "goody bags" to assemble. For Young Womens we did the 12 days of Christmas for some of our inactive girls, so Rochelle &amp;amp; I spent a couple of nights getting their gifts ready for delivery. We also put together our gifts to all of our girls &amp;amp; delivered them (they turned out super cute by the way). I also worked every single day but Tuesday (one night until 4:15 am, cRAzY!!!). On Sunday, we made a quick trip to Provo which was a total waste of our time. The only good thing about that trip was that I got to deliver my Christmas gift to Jami (my totally aWeSOMe hair dresser) before the holiday. Finally, the week of Christmas arrived. I didn't work one hour that week (hallelujah). Ains, Addi, Alivia, &amp;amp; I wrapped &amp;amp; delivered gifts, made sugar cookies, watched Christmas movies, &amp;amp; played. It was so nice to just relax &amp;amp; enjoy the holiday season, even if it was only for three days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year we spent Christmas Eve with my family. We met my Mom at my Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Buchanan's for dinner. We visited while we stuffed ourselves with yummy food. We then headed back home where my Dad &amp;amp; the Memmott's were meeting us to watch a movie. After everyone had gone home for the night, we opened our Christmas Eve presents (a pair of jammies &amp;amp; a Christmas book which Braydan &amp;amp; I write a special note in about the past year for each of the girls). Ains &amp;amp; Addi were eager to get into their new jammies so we could snuggle up on the couch &amp;amp; read their new books. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287334045464362722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBiTQS7fuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/18L17RFwW6k/s400/december+08+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287334045326998514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBiTPyLe_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/h5G2hgeXNtA/s400/december+08+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287334037264027202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBiSxv0TkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/k6yI4mIxdt4/s400/december+08+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Once we read their books, we headed into Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison's bedroom to tuck them in. They were pretty excited that Santa would be delivering their gifts very soon. After saying our prayers, they both insisted that they could hear Santa on the roof but it didn't take them long before they were sound asleep (thank goodness). On Christmas morning, Braydan &amp;amp; I ended up waking all three girls up around 8:00 am because we were so excited for them. We had an awesome Christmas!! Ainsley got the tea set she had asked for, Addison got the cupcake kitchen she had asked for, &amp;amp; Braydan surprised me with a brand new Canon Rebel XSi &lt;strong&gt;(I LOVE IT!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287343774594252626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBrJkIQP1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/n6a0RdZJc00/s400/christmas+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287343788468553586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBrKX0JR3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/O5rWCujf9ZM/s400/christmas+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287343792510701090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBrKm33jiI/AAAAAAAAAgg/flJcvfWZ8yE/s400/christmas+08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287343118747494306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBqjY6M56I/AAAAAAAAAgI/uTXgIGfEDiU/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We are still enjoying Christmas at our house. Addison wakes up every single morning &amp;amp; says, "Mom, did you remember that it is still Christmas?" We have had so much fun watching movies, playing games, baking cupcakes, having tea parties, sleeping on brand new sheets, wearing new clothes, &amp;amp; taking pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On New Years Eve, the girls &amp;amp; I met our friends Tiffany, Tai, &amp;amp; Teya at the Aurora church to play. Tiff brought a bucket full of balls of all sizes for the girls to play with. They had alot of fun! They also had alot of fun pushing Alivia around the gym floor in the bucket. After a while, we went to Tiff's house &amp;amp; had lunch.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287346936985058946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBuBo8-foI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ylBx7Y4ZfSQ/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That night Jake, Tiffany, Tai, &amp;amp; Teya came over to our house to ring in the new year. The girls had a ball dressing up &amp;amp; playing while we watched our favorite episodes of The Office &amp;amp; visited. Braydan &amp;amp; I are so grateful for good friends. We just love the Quarnbergs! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287348012239928850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBvAOltvhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/RsW2On6mh7I/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Where did December go?  I'm not quite sure, it was such a blur but I do know that I am very grateful for an awesome 2008 &amp;amp; can't wait to see what 2009 holds for my families future.  Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-1452479002946994441?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1452479002946994441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1452479002946994441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1452479002946994441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1452479002946994441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-did-december-go.html' title='WHERE DID DECEMBER GO?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SWBXvtHzOsI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rXUr8APb5yg/s72-c/december+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6415717968801016585</id><published>2008-12-25T07:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:43:02.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!</title><content type='html'>So it is now 7:30 am on Christmas morning &amp;amp; Braydan &amp;amp; I have been up for over an hour now just waiting in anticipation for our kids to wake up (pathetic, I know).  We, as parents, are so excited this year.  Apparently Ains &amp;amp; Addi still don't quite get the whole "butterflies in your tummy, gotta wake Mom &amp;amp; Dad up at 4:30 in the morning because we just can't stay in our beds any longer" excitement.  Oh well!!! I guess we should be enjoying these years just for that reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hope everyone has a &lt;em&gt;VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283735685308311634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SVOZnIHbaFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xhiq6Fdoh1o/s400/december+08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6415717968801016585?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6415717968801016585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6415717968801016585&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6415717968801016585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6415717968801016585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SVOZnIHbaFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xhiq6Fdoh1o/s72-c/december+08+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6203220178873318730</id><published>2008-12-05T01:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:19:51.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFICIALLY "THE BOSS"</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time of year again at Burns Saddlery, NFR (National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas).  That means a few things...&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am officially "THE BOSS" since everyone else, &amp;amp; I mean everyone is in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My sweet hubby is included in the "everyone" (sad, we miss him ssssoooooooo much).&lt;br /&gt;3.  My poor, sweet, adorable, awesome Grandma gets to spend almost every single, long, cold day couped up in her house with Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison (THANKS A MILLION is completely an understatement!!).&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am &amp;amp; will be a complete blogging slacker for the next couple of weeks (sorry everyone, I am just WAY too busy).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just thought I would give everyone a heads up &amp;amp; apologize beforehand for being a LAMO!!!  Enjoy your pre-holiday fun &amp;amp; festivities.  Wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6203220178873318730?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6203220178873318730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6203220178873318730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6203220178873318730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6203220178873318730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/officially-boss.html' title='OFFICIALLY &quot;THE BOSS&quot;'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5097085265342895100</id><published>2008-12-01T02:32:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:11:26.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO GLAD I'M A MOM</title><content type='html'>I must say that I think I have the most adorable little girls ever!! The past few days have been filled with so many of those "I'm so glad I'm a Mom" moments. For starters, Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison were absolutely hilarious while we were watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on Thanksgiving morning. Anytime one of those blow up balloons would come on the screen they would squeal (yes, just like little girls) so loud. They were jumping up &amp;amp; down on the couch too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were cracking up at the expressions on their faces while they enjoyed the cheap entertainment. Then while we were at Grandma Red's for dinner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Addison were playing so cute together. They had all of Grandma's toys scattered about building castles &amp;amp; pretending to be princesses. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ains&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, not so much. We literally had a knock down, punching, kicking, screaming, crying fight. NOT GOOD!!! Needless to say, they were both in trouble for their little display of awesome behavior.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; was also adorable at Grandma's (by the way, she turned six months old on Thanksgiving day). She sat in her little high chair &amp;amp; talked to us the whole time. After dinner, we returned home &amp;amp; immediately started putting together Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison's Christmas tree. Again, they were so excited they were squealing with delight. I seriously could not get the tree put together &amp;amp; lit fast enough for them. They did such a great job at decorating their tree. I love how the majority of the ornaments are on the bottom half of the tree, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, the girls &amp;amp; I ran a few errands. I had to go to Country Keepsakes (our local scrapbook store) &amp;amp; I am still shocked at how well Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison behaved. They strolled straight into the "play room" &amp;amp; stayed in there the entire time. Not once were they loud, obnoxious, or tearing the place apart. I was &amp;amp; still am so proud of them! That night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; took me to &lt;em&gt;Twilight &lt;/em&gt;again. I actually enjoyed the movie more the second time, probably because my expectations were a little different this time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brayd&lt;/span&gt; loved it too which I was excited about. He said he will definitely go to the next three movies with me (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Addison performed on Main Street with her singing group. Oh my, she looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sssoooo&lt;/span&gt; darn adorable &amp;amp; she sang &lt;em&gt;Up On the Housetop &lt;/em&gt;so well. While waiting for her turn, she looked somewhat nervous so I didn't know if she would actually sing once she got the microphone. I was very happy that she did &amp;amp; she was seriously so cute. (Check out how long her dress is compared to everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; in her class. She totally takes after me, poor thing.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274763354094151346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/STO5UtsHprI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fIO-VsRDySk/s400/addison+singing+on+main+street+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274763356768973570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/STO5U3p2MwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KiaccoKYwyg/s400/addison+singing+on+main+street+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The girls also got to sit on Santa's lap that day. They were so brave. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I found out that Ainsley would like a doll house (that is exactly what Santa brought her last year) &amp;amp; Addison would like a pony (hello, we already have plenty of ponies). What are two parents to do?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274763916549379554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/STO51c_5VeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/SIWzlwDc0ho/s400/addison+singing+on+main+street+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274763911792958898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/STO51LR4HbI/AAAAAAAAAew/vf49hSF8ZtU/s400/addison+singing+on+main+street+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274766355079924402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/STO8DZO4irI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Z-LMtJg0f2M/s400/addison+singing+on+main+street+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, what would life be like without little girls? I'm so grateful for mine because I just love them to bits. I'M SO GLAD I'M A MOM!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-5097085265342895100?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5097085265342895100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5097085265342895100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5097085265342895100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5097085265342895100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-glad-im-mom.html' title='I&apos;M SO GLAD I&apos;M A MOM'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/STO5UtsHprI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fIO-VsRDySk/s72-c/addison+singing+on+main+street+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6686786891157693824</id><published>2008-11-24T23:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:30:29.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"</title><content type='html'>Last night we celebrated the Holiday Season with our employees at our company Christmas Party. My Grandma Buchanan watched Ains &amp;amp; Addi for us while we went. When we returned to Grandma's to pick up the girls we found poor little Addison zonked in Grandma's arms with a bloody, bruised eye. Of course the culprit (aka Ainsley Marie Shaw) was quick to tell us just what happened to her little sister. Supposedly they were playing with Grandma's flashlight in the dark when Addison was "accidentally" hit in the face with it by Ainsley. Those of you who know my adorable little Ains know this could very well have NOT have been an accident. So I immediately looked directly into Ainsley's beautiful blue eyes &amp;amp; asked her calmly &amp;amp; quietly what happened. She looked at me with the most sincere look on her face &amp;amp; said, "Mom, I told Addison I was sorry, I was sorry, I was sorry, I was sorry. I didn't mean to! It was an accident! I'm sorry Mom." Whew!!! I really wasn't looking forward to taking care of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; situation if it hadn't been an accident. Thank goodness it was. Ains felt so bad &amp;amp; Addison never said that Ains did it on purpose. Yay, I guess. Poor Addison!!! If she lives through her big sister, I'm sure she will be able to live through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSuWzqokajI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jGIK-25emEk/s1600-h/addison%27s+eye+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272473603129240114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSuWzqokajI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jGIK-25emEk/s400/addison%27s+eye+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272477390397829026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSuaQHTw76I/AAAAAAAAAcw/BMB5MyQ6rJk/s400/addison%27s+eye+002.jpg" border="0" /&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/3049382798327061699-6686786891157693824?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6686786891157693824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6686786891157693824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6686786891157693824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6686786891157693824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-night-we-celebrated-holiday-season.html' title='&quot;I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!&quot;'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSuWzqokajI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jGIK-25emEk/s72-c/addison%27s+eye+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7697027052800630259</id><published>2008-11-24T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:41:17.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V..A..G..U..E.....VAGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSug-WA98hI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1Ky7g8rIPzw/s1600-h/bella%26edward.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272484781689270802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSug-WA98hI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1Ky7g8rIPzw/s400/bella%26edward.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, November 21st I was able to go to &lt;em&gt;Twilight &lt;/em&gt;with Britt, Rochelle, Jordan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Salena&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; Rochelle's Mom (sorry Mom, your name has escaped me). We decided to see the 9:30 movie. We met each other in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gunnison&lt;/span&gt; at 9:00 &amp;amp; there was already a giant line outside the theatre &amp;amp; the foyer was jam packed. Needless to say, we were some of the fortunate ones who were able to wait OUTSIDE in the chilly, cold weather. I really don't think any of us cared much because we were all so excited to be there. Before I left, I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; that I hadn't been this excited about something so silly in a very, very long time. I compared it to that feeling I used to get when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were first dating. You know what I'm talking about, that can't wipe the huge grin off your face, heart pumping, on the brink of laughter at any given second, happy feeling. That is exactly how I felt (ridiculous, I know). I really kept thinking, "It's just a movie Mist, stop it." The wait was finally over &amp;amp; they started letting us OUTSIDERS in, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!! Of course we rushed in &amp;amp; found us some pretty decent seats in the the center rows, about 3/4 of the way back. When the movie started everyone cheered, literally. It was so fun! Then it started. I loved it...at first. But as the movie progressed I just kept thinking, "Where are all the details? What about the love story?" The disappointment was beginning to settle in but then I immediately thought, "The movie is NEVER as good as the book silly!" That is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; true. After that, I began to love it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my final analysis is this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) I really liked the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) The characters did an awesome job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) I was pleasantly surprised with how much I liked Edward. All along, I've thought he needed to be much more (for lack of a better word) beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d) For a low budget film, I thought they did a great job. I LOVED the landscapes, gorgeous!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e) It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sssooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; VAGUE (again, for lack of a better word)!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I was longing for that intensity that is found in the books. Oh well, I still loved it! I know I will own it &amp;amp; watch it many more times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7697027052800630259?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7697027052800630259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7697027052800630259&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7697027052800630259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7697027052800630259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/vaguevague.html' title='V..A..G..U..E.....VAGUE'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSug-WA98hI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1Ky7g8rIPzw/s72-c/bella%26edward.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-698862968822650219</id><published>2008-11-20T12:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:41:45.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GORGEOUS GIRLS</title><content type='html'>Last night I gave all the girls a bath before bed so this morning I decided to curl Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison's hair (that is a rare occasion around this place because we usually don't have time to blow dry &amp;amp; curl both heads of hair). They looked so adorable, I couldn't help but take some pictures of them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW-Aso1QFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sQdhzpQUAZ8/s1600-h/silly+girls+112008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270827858098733138" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW-Aso1QFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sQdhzpQUAZ8/s200/silly+girls+112008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW-NTIWQII/AAAAAAAAAbw/mtu_gxhVTNw/s1600-h/silly+girls+112008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270828074589896834" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW-NTIWQII/AAAAAAAAAbw/mtu_gxhVTNw/s200/silly+girls+112008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW-ABH_xtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/lkehZmVzov4/s1600-h/silly+girls+112008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270827846418286290" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW-ABH_xtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/lkehZmVzov4/s200/silly+girls+112008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW9_ABsJYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ul1zIMRBexs/s1600-h/silly+girls+112008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270827828943529346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW9_ABsJYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ul1zIMRBexs/s200/silly+girls+112008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW9_nlGqTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/55FhoBuzfx4/s1600-h/silly+girls+112008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270827839561050418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW9_nlGqTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/55FhoBuzfx4/s200/silly+girls+112008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW99hKHrWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YV1-ipPxJc8/s1600-h/silly+girls+112008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270827803477519714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW99hKHrWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YV1-ipPxJc8/s200/silly+girls+112008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya!!! &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/3049382798327061699-698862968822650219?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/698862968822650219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=698862968822650219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/698862968822650219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/698862968822650219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/silly-girls.html' title='GORGEOUS GIRLS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSW-Aso1QFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sQdhzpQUAZ8/s72-c/silly+girls+112008+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2393337099045246608</id><published>2008-11-18T22:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:57:14.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO JAZZ!!</title><content type='html'>On Monday night Braydan &amp;amp; I were able to go watch the Utah Jazz play the Phoenix Suns at the Energy Solutions Arena with our friends Dustin &amp;amp; Chelsea (thanks guys). We had a ton of fun!! We dropped the girls off at my Mom's on the way up which they were totally pumped about. They always love spending time with Grandma Mick &amp;amp; she's always very willing to have them (thanks Mom). The game was awesome (those of you who were watching know that though). It was exciting &amp;amp; had us jumping out of our chairs screaming. I love games like that!! Who doesn't love sitting on the 21st row with good friends, watching the Jazz while eating grasshopper ice cream?!? I know I sure do. We hope we get to go again soon. It was definitely a much needed break for Brayd &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSOkx8gNVbI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yLu6qKjTaLk/s1600-h/Jazz+Game+November+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270237166915376562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSOkx8gNVbI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yLu6qKjTaLk/s400/Jazz+Game+November+08+003.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/3049382798327061699-2393337099045246608?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2393337099045246608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2393337099045246608&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2393337099045246608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2393337099045246608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-jazz.html' title='GO JAZZ!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SSOkx8gNVbI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yLu6qKjTaLk/s72-c/Jazz+Game+November+08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5720505762165079180</id><published>2008-11-15T00:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:58:45.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"LOOK HOW CUTE THAT LITTLE GIRL IS!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainsley has wanted her hair cut for some time now &amp;amp; I finally decided to go ahead &amp;amp; let her get it done. Jami (the best hair dresser ever) cut it for her yesterday. Ains was so excited the entire day. She absolutely adores Jami &amp;amp; loves going to her house.  When we arrived, Jami was baking some cookies for a party she was hosting that night so she had to wait until they were through baking before she could get her hair done. She was very anxious during the wait &amp;amp; was happy when it was time to head downstairs to the salon. Ains was such a big girl. She held very still &amp;amp; wore a big grin the entire time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268788423613471986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5_J_Ir3PI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MK2y9mvph5g/s400/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AINSLEY LOVES HER HAIR!!!! (That may be an understatement.)  She kept telling me on our way home that everyone was going to look at her &amp;amp; say, "Look how cute that little girl is."  She is hilarious!  And of course I told her she was right because seriously, look how cute my little girl is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268788425915790210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5_KHtmc4I/AAAAAAAAAao/tFG3SGJAmmk/s400/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+022.jpg" border="0" /&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/3049382798327061699-5720505762165079180?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5720505762165079180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5720505762165079180&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5720505762165079180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5720505762165079180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-how-cute-that-little-girl-is.html' title='&quot;LOOK HOW CUTE THAT LITTLE GIRL IS!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5_J_Ir3PI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MK2y9mvph5g/s72-c/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-332599143829390785</id><published>2008-11-14T23:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:40:40.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATE A CEREMONY</title><content type='html'>I have a reason to celebrate!  Thursday, November 13th at 10:00am I was privileged to be a part of the Ribbon Cutting Ceremony at Burns Cowboy Shop.  There was an intimate crowd of close friends, valued customers, &amp;amp; family.  It was an awesome event, a moment that I was proud &amp;amp; honored to be apart of.  Danna (Braydan's Mom) spoke of our awesome history &amp;amp; of all the sacrifices that have been made for Burns Saddlery by our beloved ancestors.  She also spoke of our collected enthusiasm &amp;amp; excitement to be starting this new venture within our family business.  The mayor of Park City also spoke.  He talked of his childhood, growing up in LA, &amp;amp; how he's been a cowboy at heart since the age of 13.  He wished us all the best &amp;amp; welcomed our business to his beautiful community.  Afterwards, we all mingled inside &amp;amp; savored the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nfTT8fyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/urwJr6hOXQA/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268762401527594786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nfTT8fyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/urwJr6hOXQA/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nfkZTjoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Eu5It-GeBmM/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268762406113480322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nfkZTjoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Eu5It-GeBmM/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside there have been more changes, especially in our Design Center.  The Design Center is an intimate room where our customers can design their own boots.  They will be able to pick every single little detail about their boots such as; type of leather, toe style, heel style, type of sole, stitch patterns, etc., etc., etc....  You get the gist, right?  Lisa &amp;amp; Loren Skyhorse of Durango, Colorado are the talented artists who hand carved the beautiful floor tiles in the Design Center.  They also tooled the frame around the television.  It is an awesome room to sit in.  It invites creativity &amp;amp; that is exactly what we wanted, a place where our customers can create their special, one of a kind boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nGnSKSlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jW6BB6vZekQ/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268761977392089682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nGnSKSlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jW6BB6vZekQ/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nGx1DxGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3Ub52aejqp4/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268761980222817378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nGx1DxGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3Ub52aejqp4/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nHKLJ89I/AAAAAAAAAZY/rwRscPei8Kw/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268761986757948370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nHKLJ89I/AAAAAAAAAZY/rwRscPei8Kw/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nHp-Jl4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/JDYBWetLSqo/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268761995293333378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nHp-Jl4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/JDYBWetLSqo/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some pieces that we have on display for the Skyhorses.  Seriously, you should see them in real life.  They are absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5oA5exv4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/W0lgPjogdL8/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268762978709258114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5oA5exv4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/W0lgPjogdL8/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5oAZ3f0GI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2rACiYaKELg/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268762970223005794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5oAZ3f0GI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2rACiYaKELg/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5oBLRiraI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BBNdcE_G-gQ/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268762983485582754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5oBLRiraI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BBNdcE_G-gQ/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this check out stand the most amazing thing you have ever seen?  I have never seen one like it anywhere.  It is made of hair on leather &amp;amp; tooled skirting leather.  My pictures don't do it justice.  It is probably the coolest cosmetic piece in the store.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5oBdIce5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/twv6EdYg5vk/s1600-h/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268762988279266194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5oBdIce5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/twv6EdYg5vk/s320/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I am very excited about our new store.  In the two short weeks it has been opened, sales have been better than expected for the time of year &amp;amp; that makes me very happy.  Yay!!! I can't wait for the ski resorts to open &amp;amp; tourists to fill the streets of Park City.&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/3049382798327061699-332599143829390785?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/332599143829390785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=332599143829390785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/332599143829390785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/332599143829390785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrate-ceremony.html' title='CELEBRATE A CEREMONY'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SR5nfTT8fyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/urwJr6hOXQA/s72-c/PC+Ribbon+Cutting+Ceremony+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5033008186387931982</id><published>2008-11-10T16:16:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:41:22.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is that we have had one chaotic week. Between school, dance, singing, dentist appointments, eye appointments, family home evening, baptisms for the dead, preparing a YW lesson, three trips to Richfield, one trip to Venice, one trip to Park City, some badly needed fall yard work, &amp;amp; not to mention work, I have been a complete blogging slacker!!! So I will apologize now &amp;amp; just post some of my favorite pictures of the week along with a short explanation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267207293528768802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SRjhIGkhASI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TxcSqFKi-0g/s400/110308+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday for Family Home Evening we smashed our pumpkins (thanks for the great idea Tara) &amp;amp; made cupcakes. If any of you know Addison well, you will completely understand this picture. SHE IS THE MESSIEST EATER EVER!!! Don't ask me how the icing ended up all over her chest? Oh yea, &amp;amp; if some of you are wondering what the giant contusion on her head is, it's just a carpet burn she acquired while her big sis was dragging her across the floor because "supposedly" she wouldn't get out of her way. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267207860341334818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SRjhpGHKYyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nWWVVpPzM0w/s400/110308+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267194916135142818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SRjV3pL6haI/AAAAAAAAAYo/tqsp6j-fqjk/s400/110308+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On Thursday I bought Alivia some rice cereal just in case she got hungry while I was at the temple. Fortunately, she slept most of the time &amp;amp; didn't need it. So Friday morning was her "inaugural feeding".  Of course she L...O...V...E...D... it!!! She has been eyeing our food for months now so it was about time I finally gave in. And anyways, it's not like she needs another source of food. I mean look at our chunky monkey (pretty cute if you ask me)!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267194505897073714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SRjVfw7iXDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PHQO5MfBClo/s400/110308+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267194521026988994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SRjVgpSyi8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/r0Y_wRmIgZM/s400/110308+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Braydan took his first day off in a long time on Friday (holiday scrapbook retreat Saturday doesn't count). We opted to get some yard work done because it was such a nice day. The girls were pumped to spend most of the day outside. Aren't they cute all bundled up in their beanies &amp;amp; mittens? (Sorry about Ainsley's red eyes. I have no desire or time at the moment to edit those babies!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267194518055957762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SRjVgeOcNQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uUVH9cfc01k/s400/110308+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267194499789904930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SRjVfaLeXCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EWlx61iQxg0/s400/110308+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lately it seems like every night after dinner Ains &amp;amp; Addi head downstairs to get "gorgeous" for their nightly "performance". They spend at least 30 minutes picking out their outfits, putting on make up, &amp;amp; doing their hair. Some days as they make their way back up the stairs it is all Braydan &amp;amp; I can do to keep a straight face, especially with Addison. This night she had on not just one, but two dresses &amp;amp; a concealed skirt underneath those (maybe it was to give her dresses some added volume?!?). They both adorned their brand new snow boots &amp;amp; some groovy hair accessories. Once they are ready, they take turns singing their own original songs &amp;amp; dancing (usually just running around in circles). It is hilarious!!! They are both so dang cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my cute kids!!! They make my "chaotic" life all worth it.&lt;/p&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/3049382798327061699-5033008186387931982?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5033008186387931982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5033008186387931982&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5033008186387931982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5033008186387931982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/chaos.html' title='CHAOS...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SRjhIGkhASI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TxcSqFKi-0g/s72-c/110308+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2583403339184297712</id><published>2008-11-02T21:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:52:47.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAND OPENING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today Braydan, Ains, Addi, Alivia, Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Shaw, Grandma Red, Gail (Grandma Red's friend), &amp;amp; I ventured up to Park City to check out the newly opened Burns Cowboy Shop. WOW!!! I haven't been up there for a couple of weeks &amp;amp; I can't believe the changes that have gone on since then. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The store looks fabulous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously, I can't believe it is our store. I am so proud &amp;amp; grateful for everyone who helped put this all together. The store has already been busy, busy, busy which again, we are so grateful for. We would love for all of our friends &amp;amp; family to check us out, so if you're ever in the neighborhood stop in (4th North &amp;amp; Main).  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264288047462630370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQ6CFnhYQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Sczgtjc18bs/s400/park+city+grand+opening+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283687874316914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQ5-H2yhynI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ML0PYtLiVQE/s400/park+city+grand+opening+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283667595045554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQ5-GrPkqrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0dPcspfnK6E/s400/park+city+grand+opening+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283651877051170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQ5-FwsHGyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lDTdn61p6iE/s400/park+city+grand+opening+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doesn't it look great?!?  There are so many other cool projects that aren't quite finished yet.  I will be sure to get pics of them when they are complete.  Did I say WOW because I really meant it.  WOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-2583403339184297712?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2583403339184297712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2583403339184297712&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2583403339184297712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2583403339184297712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/grand-opening.html' title='GRAND OPENING'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQ6CFnhYQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Sczgtjc18bs/s72-c/park+city+grand+opening+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-4661439159812374729</id><published>2008-11-01T15:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:48:02.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A WHOLE LOT OF HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>Let me first say that I love this time of year. Fall is my favorite season. It means back to routines, crisp, cool air, falling leaves, &amp;amp; of course Halloween. At our house this week, there was a whole lot of Halloween going on. We started off our week with pumpkin carving which took place Sunday evening. We got online, picked our face patterns, taped them to our pumpkins, &amp;amp; carved away (Brayd carved all 5 pumpkins while I taped &amp;amp; traced patterns). They turned out to be so adorable.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263839761892495090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQzqX9otzvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/S65f_569hyQ/s400/Halloween++PUMPKINS+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday I prepared a special Halloween Family Home Evening. I made yummy &lt;em&gt;caramel corn puffs &lt;/em&gt;(which I have never made before). They were a big hit with everyone. We went over some Halloween basics (always have Mom &amp;amp; Dad check your treats before eating them, don't walk in the street, always say thank you, don't accept candy from strangers, don't talk to strangers, don't ever go anywhere with a stranger, etc., etc., etc....) &amp;amp; played a fun game where they could review the things we had talked about. The girls had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday the Girls &amp;amp; I (Brayd was in Park City) went to our Ward Halloween Carnival. The YW &amp;amp; YM were in charge of the event so we arrived early to help get things set up. When we got there, everything was already done (way to go everyone). We ate sloppy joes, chips, &amp;amp; home made root beer (mmm, the perfect Halloween food). There were all the usual carnival games to play; bobbing for apples, cake walk, fish pond, &amp;amp; bean bag toss. I had to take Addison potty while we were finishing up dinner &amp;amp; when I came back Ains was gone. She had already been to three games by herself by the time we returned. She was sooooo excited she could hardly contain herself!! Addison was a bit more timid at first but M'Shelle fixed that. She took her to the "donut" game &amp;amp; helped her eat her donut right off the string &amp;amp; that was that, no more shyness. In fact she stuck her face right in the cold water (multiple times I might add) while bobbing for apples. I think she was the only toddler who did that. In fact, I think she may have been the only child under 10 years old who did that. It was too cute. Alivia hung out with Rochelle the entire time (THANKS A MILLION!!! WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU ROCHELLE?). I'm actually not quite sure what they did or where they were most of the time but I do know we all had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQzlUj3ss9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/qtG4QAQZ5EY/s1600-h/Halloween+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263834205878268882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQzlUj3ss9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/qtG4QAQZ5EY/s400/Halloween+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263833525346437778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQzks8sRCpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/U280m3i7CiU/s400/Halloween+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263833513674517554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQzksRNdrDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/x9DFFCpVnmg/s400/Halloween+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wednesday was Ainsley's class Halloween party. She looked adorable dressed in her Tinkerbelle costume. Her back pack was completely full of treats when she returned. She was pleased, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQz1Vpiuv0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/apQYrql2buY/s1600-h/Halloween+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263851816766848834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQz1Vpiuv0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/apQYrql2buY/s320/Halloween+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQz1UtlHr9I/AAAAAAAAAWI/n-JKbjIEZDw/s1600-h/Halloween+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263851800670744530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQz1UtlHr9I/AAAAAAAAAWI/n-JKbjIEZDw/s320/Halloween+08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison's class Halloween party was on Thursday. She was sooo excited because this was her first Halloween party for school, it being her first year. She got a bunch of treats too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQz2RDsqyvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/h9A7xGKsB6E/s1600-h/Halloween+08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263852837400136434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQz2RDsqyvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/h9A7xGKsB6E/s320/Halloween+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQz2QhHhOLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/e0z-cvQN5lg/s1600-h/Halloween+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263852828117514418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQz2QhHhOLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/e0z-cvQN5lg/s320/Halloween+08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Friday arrived &amp;amp; so it was Halloween. We started off the day with breakfast of course, &lt;em&gt;french ghosts &amp;amp; eggs &lt;/em&gt;to be exact. The girls were so excited when I presented their plates I just couldn't quit smiling. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263854042935542866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQz3XOqtRFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-TbBx70tddo/s400/Halloween+08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately Braydan decided that he would teach me how to do payroll after breakfast. I was bummed that I had to work on Halloween. I had promised the girls the night before that I wouldn't but Brayd insisted I learn. (I had forgotten that I will be doing this while they are in Las Vegas at the NFR. I only have two pay periods to get it down &amp;amp; believe me it is not an easy process. In fact it is very time consuming &amp;amp; has at least 25 steps.) Then it was time to get ready for trick-or-treating. After baths, costuming, hair, &amp;amp; make-up we were ready to go. Yay!!! We were a little sad this year though because the Gladwell's were gone, Papa &amp;amp; Nana were gone, Grandpa George was gone, &amp;amp; Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Buchanan were gone. There is one advantage to having young children though, they don't really notice when people are gone because they are so wrapped up in the moment. But Braydan &amp;amp; I sure noticed. We missed everyone, it just wasn't the same. The girls were spoiled rotten by everyone, as usual. They had such a great time &amp;amp; looked absolutely adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880530135768162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQ0Pc_LWXGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WLG1D1r-6DY/s400/Halloween+08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During all the Halloween hoopla, Alivia started saying Dada &amp;amp; learned to sit up (she's still a little wobbly). Holy Moly!!! I swear she is growing up faster than my other girls. I wish she would just stop it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880519281631346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQ0PcWvhYHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BoyG06i0tpw/s400/Halloween+08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, Burns Cowboy Shop officially opened today. Wow, what a week &amp;amp; we enjoyed every minute of it.&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/3049382798327061699-4661439159812374729?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4661439159812374729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=4661439159812374729&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/4661439159812374729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/4661439159812374729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/whole-lot-of-halloween.html' title='A WHOLE LOT OF HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQzqX9otzvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/S65f_569hyQ/s72-c/Halloween++PUMPKINS+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-3498494197335289424</id><published>2008-10-29T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:48:10.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BREATHE</title><content type='html'>It has been a whirlwind September &amp;amp; October.  Braydan, the Girls, &amp;amp; I have spent most of our time in Park City getting everything done in the new store.  But it is almost over.  Burns Cowboy Shop is opening this Saturday.  Wow!!!  I really can't believe it is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burns Saddlery has always been just that, Burns Saddlery.  Sure it has changed names once, locations five times (of course that doesn't count all the places we have been with our vending trailers in the last 8 years), &amp;amp; owners five times (all of those owners were Grandfathers, except Mom that is).  I am proud of where we are right now, on the brink of bigger &amp;amp; better things.  It is exciting to be expanding the family business.  My heart is full &amp;amp; I am extremely grateful for all that my family &amp;amp; myself have been blessed with.  But most of all, I can't wait to take it all in, relax, enjoy, &amp;amp; just BREATHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-3498494197335289424?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3498494197335289424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=3498494197335289424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3498494197335289424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3498494197335289424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/breathe.html' title='BREATHE'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2489655527427629453</id><published>2008-10-23T13:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:07:03.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHTFUL TAG</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If every job paid $50,000 a year &amp;amp; you had no physical or mental limitations what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be an architect. I would design the most awesome, extravagant, amazing skyscrapers in the world (they would be beautiful too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What is your current church calling? What do you like about it? What have some of your other callings been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current church calling in 1st Counselor in the Young Women's Presidency. I love it!!! I love working with Rochelle, who is our President. She is such an awesome person. I also love working with the girls. They inspire me to be a better person. Some other callings I have had are Primary Chorister, Relief Society Teacher (I taught the lesson out of the Ensign), Cub Scout Master, &amp;amp; Valiant Boys Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Name a person you regularly encounter (outside your family) who brightens your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say Heather. Every time I see her she is so friendly &amp;amp; concerned with the things that are or aren't happening in my life. She is a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In twenty years, what do you think you will miss most about your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, sweet, innocent, young, stinky, naughty, mess making, noisy little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What's something you appreciate about your spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need him to take the girls to school because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; just fell to sleep or pick up some milk because the girls &amp;amp; I look completely homeless he does. That is one very nice thing about being the boss. It usually only takes a phone call &amp;amp; he's off running around town for me. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brayd&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What is your favorite routine, household chore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say vacuuming. It's pretty effortless &amp;amp; the results are amazing. Even if there is still dust on every surface, it's not quite as noticeable after I've vacuumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What's a book you turn to occasionally (besides the scriptures)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Secret by Rhonda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is one of my favorites. If I get in one of those "what else could possibly go wrong now" ruts, I turn to it to adjust my thinking &amp;amp; everything seems to get right back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What is your favorite small pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, just sitting down with a good book after everyone else is asleep. It allows me to escape from the everyday hullabaloo of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What is your favorite time of day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; gets home from work we are all just happier therefore making it the best time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Name a person who performed what they thought was a small act of service, but ended up being a big deal to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Grandma Buchanan is the most awesome person on the face of the earth. She has a heart as big as a house &amp;amp; is constantly giving from it. To say that she has performed small acts of service would be a complete understatement. She has done everything from my MOUNTAINS of laundry to watching my girls every single Friday while I get paperwork done for the store. She is always there for me, no matter what, when I really need someone. I love her more than anything &amp;amp; appreciate her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much!!!&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ann Marie Miller is probably one of the most selfless people I know. Whenever I was out of town &amp;amp; needed someone to lead the music in Primary she would, no questions asked. And believe me that position is one that NO ONE volunteers for, even if they know your in a bind &amp;amp; can lead music. She also helped hold my posters every single time the kids would have to sing in Sacrament or anywhere else for that matter. She is an awesome person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Name someone who somehow changed your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Julia Meyer changed my life. She was my neurologist when I was diagnosed with epilepsy. She put me on WAY too much medication &amp;amp; almost overdosed me. The reason being is because she never, ever listened. Every time I would go in for my routine appointment, she would up the dose of my medications (yes, that was plural). After my "almost overdose" episode, I decided to take control of my life in every aspect. The next time I saw her, I told her to tell me how to go off my medications safely &amp;amp; that I wouldn't be back nor would I ever recommend her. That moment changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Consider what you do each day. Think of one attribute or trait that you bring to your daily work that is a strength-what is something you do really well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm very thorough (my family calls it slow, also known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;). Weather I'm cleaning, doing laundry, grocery shopping (even writing the grocery list), packing for a trip, bathing my kids, etc., etc., etc., I get it done &amp;amp; I'm proud to say I do a DANG GOOD JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now here's who I tag...Danyette, Jami, Tami, Rochelle, Heather, &amp;amp; Tiff. Happy pondering!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-2489655527427629453?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2489655527427629453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2489655527427629453&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2489655527427629453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2489655527427629453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughtful-tag.html' title='THOUGHTFUL TAG'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1547793248996865294</id><published>2008-10-23T08:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:12:00.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PICKIN' PUMPKINS</title><content type='html'>So here's the story...  Last week for family home evening Braydan &amp;amp; I decided to take the girls to the pumpkin patch in Elsinore like we do every year.  I loaded Ains, Addi, &amp;amp; Alivia up in the car, stopped at the store to pick up Brayd &amp;amp; headed to the freeway for the 35 minute drive.  We pulled into Elsinore searching for the GIANT sign that is always there &amp;amp; never found it.  But we knew where to go, we didn't need any sign!  So we turned at the usual road &amp;amp; headed down the long, narrow street that leads to the infamous "pumpkin patch", only when we arrived there were no pumpkins, no people, no tractors with flatbeds hooked to them, &amp;amp; no train.  Needless to say, the girls were a bit devastated.  In fact, so were we.  We headed down the back road next to all the fields hoping to spot a pumpkin &amp;amp; never found one so we decided to head to Richfield in hopes of finding a different patch.  No luck there either.  Being the parents we are, Brayd &amp;amp; I felt completely guilty for not finding a pumpkin patch, having "talked it up" all day long &amp;amp; opted to take the girls to Wal Mart (Ainsley suggested this as we drove past) where they picked out their bedtime prizes.  They were happy again &amp;amp; that's all that mattered.  But Brayd &amp;amp; I were still puzzled.  Where did the pumpkin patch go?  There has to be one somewhere in Sevier County, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I knew that Alicia &amp;amp; Trent had gone to the pumpkin patch recently thanks to the post on their blog so I decided to give her a call.  Alicia preceded to tell me that the pumpkin patch was STILL IN ELSINORE, it was just at the complete opposite end of town.   She was totally right, I would have never found it if it wasn't for her (THANKS A MILLION!!!).  So finally on Tuesday, Brayd &amp;amp; I took the girls to the pumpkin patch (again).  We always have a blast searching the field for the perfect pumpkins.  Ainsley likes to find pumpkins that no one else would love (seriously, they are always the ugliest, deformed things in the entire field).  Addison likes tiny, perfectly shaped pumpkins.  And of course, Alivia likes whatever Ains &amp;amp; Addi pick for her.  This year Destiny, Rylan, Jacy Jo, &amp;amp; Tegan tagged along too.  We had a ton of fun &amp;amp; can't wait to go next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260350603692177730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQCFAOcVeUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PxpyaDaOZfI/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260350596808707602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQCE_0zMDhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YsaNIMJDHOw/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260350584273261346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQCE_GGgUyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zcLRUNoISYY/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260350575332231922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQCE-kyzCvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qQG2-xmL1ls/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+08+026.jpg" border="0" /&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/3049382798327061699-1547793248996865294?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1547793248996865294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1547793248996865294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1547793248996865294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1547793248996865294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/pickin-pumpkins.html' title='PICKIN&apos; PUMPKINS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SQCFAOcVeUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PxpyaDaOZfI/s72-c/Pumpkin+Patch+08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5759840969200926872</id><published>2008-10-19T18:54:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:14:10.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR 4 FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPvXEwzd1QI/AAAAAAAAAUw/DV4YkwbEQeM/s1600-h/Alivia+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259033466705401090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPvXEwzd1QI/AAAAAAAAAUw/DV4YkwbEQeM/s400/Alivia+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SERIOUSLY!!! This would have to be the fourth picture in my fourth file (nice). So here are the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who: Misty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What: (What was I thinking when I saved this picture?!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When: 8+ Months Pregnant with Livvy Loo Hoo (May 3, 2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where: Lagoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why: Hope's 7th Birthday Party/Dance Competition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(By the way, this picture is courtesy of Ainsley Marie Shaw. That is probably the only reason I saved this picture in the first place.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are the rules: Post the 4th picture in your 4th file &amp;amp; tag four people. Easy as pie (Where did that expression come from, pie is not easy to make. At least not for me!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who do I tag: Tami, Dawn, Heather, &amp;amp; Dani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-5759840969200926872?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5759840969200926872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5759840969200926872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5759840969200926872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5759840969200926872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/four-4-four.html' title='FOUR 4 FOUR'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPvXEwzd1QI/AAAAAAAAAUw/DV4YkwbEQeM/s72-c/Alivia+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2720085648653008787</id><published>2008-10-19T18:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:54:50.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASH &amp; BURN</title><content type='html'>So most of you know Alivia &amp;amp; I were in an accident up Provo Canyon last Sunday. I thought I would post pictures of the damaged goods. Fortunately you will not be seeing a picture of either Liv or I (no damage there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259027698885098002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPvR1B_8ehI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UHtbE1a5XXE/s400/Truck+Wreck+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259027710683004322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPvR1t8yPaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5mQHI7OKAMY/s400/Truck+Wreck+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259027725348380226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPvR2klSHkI/AAAAAAAAAUY/pZuG_cLDfhI/s400/Truck+Wreck+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259027735978420722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPvR3MLrqfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yO7LFEWTQe4/s400/Truck+Wreck+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259030476438939586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPvUWtMYp8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/7swjWMSO_tQ/s400/Truck+Wreck+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Everyone keeps saying we were really lucky to have been driving the truck rather than the Explorer. I think everyone is right!! Thank goodness we were so blessed &amp;amp; weren't hurt a bit. Too bad the truck didn't fair as well as we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-2720085648653008787?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2720085648653008787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2720085648653008787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2720085648653008787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2720085648653008787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/crash-burn.html' title='CRASH &amp; BURN'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPvR1B_8ehI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UHtbE1a5XXE/s72-c/Truck+Wreck+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-2165673439046755760</id><published>2008-10-15T01:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:48:49.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME AWAY FROM HOME</title><content type='html'>As you know, we are in the middle of opening up a new store called Burns Cowboy Shop in Park City. We have spent ALOT of time up there getting the store ready to open. During the month of September the girls &amp;amp; I would stay with my Mom in Springville which is an hour drive from Park City. It was certainly no fun to drive that every night after a long, hard days work with three tired, cranky girls screaming in the back seat. Braydan &amp;amp; the boys would actually stay upstairs at the store which at the time was absolutely filthy &amp;amp; disgusting. Believe me, when I say filthy &amp;amp; disgusting that is putting it mildly. I honestly don't think that place had been cleaned in years. But a couple of weeks ago Scott &amp;amp; Danna found the perfect &lt;em&gt;home away from home&lt;/em&gt;. It is newly remodeled condo that sits on a golf course &amp;amp; is completely furnished. We absolutely love it!!! It is just a short distance from the store &amp;amp; in an awesome neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;What more could we ask for?!? We have truly been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYD7btWAI/AAAAAAAAATY/elT9C7nWjjk/s1600-h/park+city+condo+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257275333285861378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYD7btWAI/AAAAAAAAATY/elT9C7nWjjk/s320/park+city+condo+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYDcZgXVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BiiOxHkEEEg/s1600-h/park+city+condo+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257275324955123026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYDcZgXVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BiiOxHkEEEg/s320/park+city+condo+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYEJ5pkWI/AAAAAAAAATg/7M4grymizMo/s1600-h/park+city+condo+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257275337169539426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYEJ5pkWI/AAAAAAAAATg/7M4grymizMo/s320/park+city+condo+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYEXJuTLI/AAAAAAAAATo/ag9ZBrLtw3s/s1600-h/park+city+condo+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257275340726619314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYEXJuTLI/AAAAAAAAATo/ag9ZBrLtw3s/s320/park+city+condo+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYElFsuOI/AAAAAAAAATw/dnodSbFaiIQ/s1600-h/park+city+condo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257275344467835106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYElFsuOI/AAAAAAAAATw/dnodSbFaiIQ/s320/park+city+condo+004.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/3049382798327061699-2165673439046755760?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2165673439046755760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=2165673439046755760&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2165673439046755760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/2165673439046755760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-away-from-home.html' title='HOME AWAY FROM HOME'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPWYD7btWAI/AAAAAAAAATY/elT9C7nWjjk/s72-c/park+city+condo+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-3359053390420104052</id><published>2008-10-13T22:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:31:32.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 THINGS...</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, yes another tag!!!  I guess that's what I get for being away from home &amp;amp; my computer for a week, although I really don't mind.  It's fun to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV Shows I Like To Watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Oprah&lt;br /&gt;2.  What Not to Wear&lt;br /&gt;3.  Flip That House&lt;br /&gt;4.  The Big Idea (L..O..V..E.. it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Mad Money (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; got me hooked, although we don't watch it much because we are usually watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HGTV&lt;/span&gt; (pretty much any show)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Grey's Anatomy (even though I've only watched one episode this season due to the absolute control my children have over the TV)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Planet Earth (I own this series &amp;amp; it ROCKS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things That Happened Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were in a car accident up Provo Canyon.  (Yeah, I know!!  I totally demolished our truck but we are completely fine.  We walked away with no cuts, bumps or bruises, just a few aches.)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Unfortunately, due to the accident, I got a ticket. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Froze to death in Park City, a chilly 29 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Washed down some walls at the new store.  (By the way, the name of our new store is Burns Cowboy Shop.)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Had a bowl of tomato soup &amp;amp; a grilled cheese for lunch. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, good!)&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I snuggled up on the couch at the condo &amp;amp; had a nap.  (We definitely deserved it.)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Watched Halloween cartoons with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ains&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Addi.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Read some of my book, &lt;em&gt;The Story of Edgar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sawtelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wroblewski&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Places To Eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mexicano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;3.  Steve's Steakhouse&lt;br /&gt;4.  The Palomino&lt;br /&gt;5.  Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;6.  Red Robin&lt;br /&gt;7.  PF Chang's&lt;br /&gt;8.  The California Pizza Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I'm Looking Forward To...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Some long awaited ALONE time with my husband (you know, overnight somewhere without a nursing infant).&lt;br /&gt;2.  A trip to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gladwell's&lt;/span&gt; in good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; Tennessee.  I miss them so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.  The grand opening of Burns Cowboy Shop in Park City.  (I am seriously so excited about this.  It all seems so surreal right now.)&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;5.  A time when I don't have to clean up after everyone (I had to steal that one from you Jam because it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; true).&lt;br /&gt;6.  Accounts Payable to be at a ZERO balance (I'm getting closer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;7.  My basement to be completely finished (SERIOUSLY)!!!&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Alivia's&lt;/span&gt; first word (I'm hoping for mama!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things On My Wish List...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  An exotic vacation with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;2.  An entirely new wardrobe. &lt;br /&gt;3.  A new car, preferably a Buick Enclave with all the bells &amp;amp; whistles.&lt;br /&gt;4.  A beautifully landscaped yard.&lt;br /&gt;5.  A maid (you know you want one too). &lt;br /&gt;6.  No phone calls for just ONE day.&lt;br /&gt;7.  A fun &amp;amp; exciting family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;8.  For my family to always remain safe, healthy, &amp;amp; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I Tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Heather&lt;br /&gt;2.  Tiff&lt;br /&gt;3.  Tami&lt;br /&gt;4.  Dawn&lt;br /&gt;5.  Dani&lt;br /&gt;6.  Rochelle&lt;br /&gt;7.  Amy&lt;br /&gt;8.  Tanya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-3359053390420104052?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3359053390420104052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=3359053390420104052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3359053390420104052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3359053390420104052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-things.html' title='8 THINGS...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-194268497620906527</id><published>2008-10-13T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:38:54.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HUSBAND TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, another tag!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Where did you first meet your husband? Officially, in Mrs. Jacobsen's 4th grade class. I've known him most of my life because we are the same age in school &amp;amp; have always been friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. How long did you date before you got married? Four years (whoa), we were &lt;em&gt;high school sweethearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. How long have you been married? Nine years last May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What does he do to surprise you? Nothing surprises me with him anymore. I know him too well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What is your favorite feature? His smile.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864045951208930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPQh_2txzeI/AAAAAAAAATI/WehJuvIFFn4/s400/October+%2707-+Addison%27s+Birthday+%2708+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. What is your favorite quality? His dedication to his work (although sometimes I wish he weren't so dedicated).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Does he have a nickname for you? Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What is his favorite food? Bread of any kind, shape, or size but don't even think of spreading butter on it or he won't get within 10 feet of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What is his favorite sport? Hunting or Team Roping, although he doesn't do either as much as he would like. He also loves softball, basketball, &amp;amp; football too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. When &amp;amp; where was your first kiss? On my back porch after a school dance (sweet). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? Anything, just as long as we are together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Do you have any children? Yes we do! We have three absolutely adorable little girls; Ainsley, 4 years, Addison, 2 years, &amp;amp; Alivia, 4 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Does he have any hidden talents? He is AWESOME at making a sell. Seriously, he could sell gum off of your shoe he's so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. How old is he? 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Who said I love you first? He did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. What is his favorite music? I really don't know that he prefers one genre over another. He likes alot of stuff; country, rock, pop, alternative (some), rap (some), &amp;amp; even classical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. What do you admire most about him? He is always willing to help anybody with anything, even if he doesn't know them that well &amp;amp; if it might make him feel uncomfortable (he's pretty shy). He is such a giver!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. What is his favorite color? Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Will he read this? Probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who do you tag? Heather, Tami, Dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-194268497620906527?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/194268497620906527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=194268497620906527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/194268497620906527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/194268497620906527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/husband-tag.html' title='HUSBAND TAG'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SPQh_2txzeI/AAAAAAAAATI/WehJuvIFFn4/s72-c/October+%2707-+Addison%27s+Birthday+%2708+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8870877571673783111</id><published>2008-10-13T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:51:20.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 THINGS...</title><content type='html'>7 Things I Can Do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pay Bills&lt;br /&gt;2.  Clean&lt;br /&gt;3.  Play With My Girls&lt;br /&gt;4.  Blog&lt;br /&gt;5.  Scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;6.  Paint&lt;br /&gt;7.  Negotiate Deals with Vendors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Can't Do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Fold the pile of laundry that ALWAYS exists in some corner of my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Answer every single phone call I get in a day.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sew&lt;br /&gt;4.  Keep the toy room clean.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Take time out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Catch anything that is thrown at me. (seriously, it is a rare occasion when I actually make a catch)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Drive on snowy roads apparently!!!  (ha ha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That Attracted Me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  His sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;2.  His smile&lt;br /&gt;3.  His &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gentlemanlike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; qualities (can we say R..E..S..P..E..C..T)&lt;br /&gt;4.  He spoiled me (took me to lunch everyday, bought me flowers all the time, helped me with my homework, etc., etc., etc....)&lt;br /&gt;5.  His kisses&lt;br /&gt;6.  His laugh&lt;br /&gt;7.  His ability to ALWAYS make me feel good even when I thought it wasn't possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Say Most Often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  "Seriously..."&lt;br /&gt;2.  "Be careful girls!"&lt;br /&gt;3.  "I love you too!"&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Girls, stop it please!"&lt;br /&gt;5.  "How's my punker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monker&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;6.  "You're a silly goober head!"&lt;br /&gt;7.  "Shh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People I Admire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I admire my Grandma Buchanan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much because she has more energy at 80+ years than anyone I know. &lt;br /&gt;2.  I admire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; because he is so dedicated to his work &amp;amp; is awesome at what he does.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I admire my mother in law, Danna for teaching me that I can have anything I want, need, or desire as long as I focus on it &amp;amp; have unwavering faith.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I admire President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt; for his ability to lead, guide, &amp;amp; direct the Lords Church here on earth today.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I admire Rochelle (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YW's&lt;/span&gt; President) because she ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I admire my young women because they have such strong testimonies &amp;amp; are such awesome examples to me &amp;amp; my little girls.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I admire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ains&lt;/span&gt;, Addi, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; for their darling personalities &amp;amp; their awesome ability to ALWAYS amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Favorite Foods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tomato Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Stroganauf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sugar Cookies (homemade of course)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Mexican Food&lt;br /&gt;5.  Fruit (practically every kind)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Popcorn &amp;amp; Chocolate (together, not separate)&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Filet&lt;/span&gt; Steak (cooked medium well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People to Tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Heather&lt;br /&gt;2.  Tiff&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jami&lt;br /&gt;4.  Dawn&lt;br /&gt;5.  Tami&lt;br /&gt;6.  Amy&lt;br /&gt;7.  Alicia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-8870877571673783111?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8870877571673783111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8870877571673783111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8870877571673783111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8870877571673783111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-things.html' title='7 THINGS...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1307515022049595076</id><published>2008-10-05T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:11:59.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love it when your kids do something so absolutely adorable that you can not wipe the GIANT GRIN off your face for a while.  So here's the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison was sitting on the potty with a belly ache when Ainsley decided to get her some "healthy" snacks to help her feel better.  She immediately ran to the cupboard &amp;amp; grabbed a bowl, then to the fridge to fetch some carrotts.  She filled the bowl with carrotts &amp;amp; ran back to the bathroom &amp;amp; insisted that Addison should "eat her vegtables" so her belly ache would go away.  Addison adores Ains &amp;amp; usually does exactly what she asks, so of course she chomped down a couple of carrotts.  But Ains wasn't satisfied.  She ran back into the kitchen &amp;amp; grabbed the head of lettuce.  She started tearing nice, bite sized pieces up &amp;amp; placing them into the bowl.  She ran back into the bathroom &amp;amp; starting hand feeding Addison her greens.  (Hilarious, I know!!)  So by this time Addison was "all done".  Braydan &amp;amp; I both told Ains what a sweet, caring big sister she is for doing that for Addi.  A few minutes later she comes running into the front room where I am feeding Alivia &amp;amp; yells excitedly, "I DID IT MOM!!!  Look, look Mom I did it!"  What she had done was put away her veggies &amp;amp; wash her bowl all by herself.  (What a good girl!!!)  But the cutest, most hilarious thing she did was run to the front door, open it, &amp;amp; sream to the top of her lungs, "Hey everybody, I did it!!!"  Is that the cutest, most adorable act of love or what?!?  I sure thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253868269083554578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SOl9WsNr8xI/AAAAAAAAATA/A-5SSZa4vqA/s400/park+city+condo+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-1307515022049595076?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1307515022049595076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1307515022049595076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1307515022049595076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1307515022049595076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!!!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SOl9WsNr8xI/AAAAAAAAATA/A-5SSZa4vqA/s72-c/park+city+condo+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7902658435756858748</id><published>2008-09-29T18:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:03:26.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIPS OF AN ANGEL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ainsley absolutely adores Trent &amp;amp; Tanya Halliday's little boy McKay. When we first got to know the Halliday family Ains &amp;amp; McKay were always at each others throats. They hated being around one another &amp;amp; believe me, it was no fun to try to make Ains cooperate &amp;amp; just get along. But over the last year they have become best buds. Don't get me wrong, they still torment each other to bits but they also play really well together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Tanya &amp;amp; the kids came over for a minute &amp;amp; of course Ains &amp;amp; McKay were instantly pestering one another. They shoveled some dirt, hit a few baseballs, &amp;amp; drew pictures on the sidewalk with the sidewalk chalk. When it was time for them to go, Ains chased McKay down &amp;amp; laid a big 'ol kiss on his cheek &amp;amp; said "Love Ya" then headed for the front door. Once she reached the front porch, she turned around &amp;amp; yelled, "Goodbye lips of an angel!" Tanya &amp;amp; I looked at each other &amp;amp; cracked up. We are certainly in trouble with these two but they sure are adorable.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251612708701796050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SOF57zAY9tI/AAAAAAAAARY/yGdXlyVhdEM/s400/aurora+park+september+08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7902658435756858748?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7902658435756858748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7902658435756858748&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7902658435756858748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7902658435756858748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/lips-of-angel.html' title='LIPS OF AN ANGEL...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SOF57zAY9tI/AAAAAAAAARY/yGdXlyVhdEM/s72-c/aurora+park+september+08+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6513838230833424341</id><published>2008-09-27T09:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:56:38.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUNKY MONKEY</title><content type='html'>I have been telling Danyette that Liv is the chubbiest baby I have ever had &amp;amp; so has everyone else. She just doesn't believe that I could have a chunky baby. Well here is the proof. (I told you she has rolls!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250721528297872930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5PaRSw3iI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BKbMCDZArFo/s400/alivia+4+months+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alivia is also 4 months old today. Here is an overall summary of the things she loves &amp;amp; the things she can do at this point in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alivia Loves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ains &amp;amp; Addi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her Fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy's Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cartoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chewing on Her Clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her Bouncer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her Gymini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being Tossed in the Air &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alivia Can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat Lots &amp;amp; Lots of Mommy's Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Splash in Her Tub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roll from Her Belly to Her Back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blow Raspberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grab Her Toys &amp;amp; Chew on Them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entertain Everyone She is Around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5TP5q-ZXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/g38W0F3n1pI/s1600-h/alivia+4+months+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250725748204791154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5TP5q-ZXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/g38W0F3n1pI/s200/alivia+4+months+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5TPrPaBzI/AAAAAAAAARI/6F4fQNvOQH4/s1600-h/alivia+4+months+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250725744331065138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5TPrPaBzI/AAAAAAAAARI/6F4fQNvOQH4/s200/alivia+4+months+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5TO8u_YAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yVmuP98TcPI/s1600-h/alivia+4+months+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250725731847069698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5TO8u_YAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yVmuP98TcPI/s200/alivia+4+months+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5TPCqyKUI/AAAAAAAAARA/X7rq_6CLTI0/s1600-h/alivia+4+months+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250725733440039234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5TPCqyKUI/AAAAAAAAARA/X7rq_6CLTI0/s200/alivia+4+months+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5OfvtedcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dD6pI4h1hFM/s1600-h/alivia+4+months+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5OfSk140I/AAAAAAAAAQg/XddfFuveAyU/s1600-h/alivia+4+months+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5OfAnjzZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2OEfpTxdsWU/s1600-h/alivia+4+months+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5OfBBHVMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3CvIk6kIbi4/s1600-h/alivia+4+months+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love you chunky monkey!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6513838230833424341?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6513838230833424341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6513838230833424341&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6513838230833424341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6513838230833424341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/chunky-monkey.html' title='CHUNKY MONKEY'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SN5PaRSw3iI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BKbMCDZArFo/s72-c/alivia+4+months+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7558230654889921412</id><published>2008-09-24T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:24:14.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY ELLIE BELLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Ellie's 3rd birthday &amp;amp; it will be the first birthday we will miss because of "the move"(the kids' birthday's, that is). Addison asked if we were going to Ellie's party the day we mailed her gift &amp;amp; sadly I had to tell her no. Needless to say, she didn't quite understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss Ellie &amp;amp; her frequent streaking soooo much. We miss her BIG, CHEESY, SQUINTY EYE smile. We miss her low, raspy voice &amp;amp; her contagious laugh. We even miss her occasional "Ainsley like" meltdowns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SNnApKy5kJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PRhwXhZh5Ek/s1600-h/IMG_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249438654182035602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SNnApKy5kJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PRhwXhZh5Ek/s200/IMG_0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SNnAp6wr3YI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mslvTMsnfps/s1600-h/March07-June07+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249438667057651074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SNnAp6wr3YI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mslvTMsnfps/s200/March07-June07+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SNnAqF2ASGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/iMUR7OApxW8/s1600-h/October+%2706+-+Addison%27s+B-day+426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249438670032750690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SNnAqF2ASGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/iMUR7OApxW8/s200/October+%2706+-+Addison%27s+B-day+426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope you have an awesome, fun, exciting birthday Ellie Belly. We love you!!!&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/3049382798327061699-7558230654889921412?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7558230654889921412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7558230654889921412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7558230654889921412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7558230654889921412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-3rd-birthday-ellie-belly.html' title='HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY ELLIE BELLY!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SNnApKy5kJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PRhwXhZh5Ek/s72-c/IMG_0310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6035402594978533173</id><published>2008-09-22T00:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:26:25.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAP OUT OF IT!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like everything, &amp;amp; I mean everything is spinning out of control?  This month has been a whirlwind of emotion for me.  Maybe it's because I am the mother of three beautiful young girls or because we are in the middle of opening a new store in Park City or because it is hunting season &amp;amp; my husband is gone even more than ususal, which I didn't think could happen at this moment or because my little sister is having complications with her pregnancy or because my other sister, who is also my very best friend, lives in Fairview, Tennessee? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Moly!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I am so overwhelmed with the yucky, sad, crazy, out of control things in life that I just want to scream really, really loud.  Then instantaniously all of this craziness seems to boil over until I become completely irrational &amp;amp; then it hits me, what would I do without the craziness?  What would I do without three very young, beautiful, stinky girls who drive me completely insane sometimes?  What would I do if Burns Saddlery just stayed "good ol" Burns Saddlery &amp;amp; never grew or expanded?  What would I do if my husband never got to do the things that he really loved &amp;amp; enjoyed?  What would I do without trials &amp;amp; hardships in my family?  What would I do if I didn't have a best friend at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know the answers to all of those questions but I do know this, I would never learn or grow. I would never appreciate the "easy" times.  I would never be grateful for the little things that always make life good, like squishy hugs or toot kisses.  I would never understand the true meaning of humility &amp;amp; compassion.  I would never be able to say, "Snap out of it you big baby &amp;amp; look at everything you have to be grateful for!?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I am screaming very loudly, "SNAP OUT OF IT!!!"  I know things are getting better right now because I am in control &amp;amp; I choose to "snap out of it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6035402594978533173?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6035402594978533173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6035402594978533173&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6035402594978533173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6035402594978533173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/snap-out-of-it.html' title='SNAP OUT OF IT!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6862589329914500587</id><published>2008-09-13T19:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:49:13.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EDWARD &amp; BELLA FOREVER</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, August 26th I started reading &lt;em&gt;Twilight.&lt;/em&gt; By the time Labor Day weekend was over I had finished &lt;em&gt;New Moon. &lt;/em&gt;A few days later I had &lt;em&gt;Eclipse &lt;/em&gt;under my belt. But &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn &lt;/em&gt;took me a little longer than I had expected due to our new venture in Park City with Burns Saddlery. On Wednesday, September 10th at about 1:30 am I finally ended the story &amp;amp; what an addictive, awesome, compelling, thrilling, lovely story it was. Can I just say that I LOVED IT?!?!? Everything that I had heard was completely true. I couldn't put it down &amp;amp; when I did I was analyzing &amp;amp; thinking about what had happened &amp;amp; wondering what was going to happen. I don't know what took me so long but I'm certainly glad I took the time to read these books. They are definitely going down as some of my favorite of all times. Now I can't wait to see what Hollywood has done with this fabulous story. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245687672957142162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxtJU1BhJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rRjZXuTCHpg/s400/edward+%26+bella+2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6862589329914500587?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6862589329914500587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6862589329914500587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6862589329914500587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6862589329914500587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/edward-bella-forever.html' title='EDWARD &amp; BELLA FOREVER'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxtJU1BhJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rRjZXuTCHpg/s72-c/edward+%26+bella+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6948409807660557443</id><published>2008-09-13T17:08:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:51:52.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW PLACE, NEW FACE, NEW STORE</title><content type='html'>It's finally official, Burns Saddlery is headed to Park City. On Wednesday, September 3rd Braydan headed up to sign the lease agreement for our new location. It is located on historic Park City Main Street, which we could not be more excited about. The building is also just down the street from the famous &lt;em&gt;Egyptian Theatre, &lt;/em&gt;home of the Sundance Film Festival. What a prime location!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last week we have spent almost every day at the new store tearing things apart &amp;amp; rebuilding them to our liking. Grandpa Wayland &amp;amp; Bryson spent three whole days ( I am dead serious about whole days, like 12-13 hours) covering two huge pillars in the center of the store with blue pine. Man do they look great!!! Braydan tore apart shelving, ripped off base boards, removed doors, &amp;amp; spackled walls during that time. My Mom, Andy (my mom's awesome friend who totally didn't have to come help at all), the girls, &amp;amp; I headed up Saturday morning to help out. We had to pick out paint colors which was no easy task because we want this place to be perfect. We finally figured it out &amp;amp; went to painting. We have been painting ever since but we are almost done. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxODQc9WhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Mwpiw8BJnG0/s1600-h/park+city+store+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxOEpXETpI/AAAAAAAAANo/DMbDmUDf5ic/s1600-h/park+city+store+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxQQ71SpCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-_h4PGnBDME/s1600-h/park+city+store+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245655917849125922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxQQ71SpCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-_h4PGnBDME/s200/park+city+store+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxQRn61CgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/u7T2J9veaYY/s1600-h/park+city+store+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245655929683511810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxQRn61CgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/u7T2J9veaYY/s200/park+city+store+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxRqS4H6XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TorDZyn55jk/s1600-h/park+city+store+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245657453043378546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxRqS4H6XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TorDZyn55jk/s200/park+city+store+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxQR7fyIOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9DbfyDuJ5qI/s1600-h/park+city+store+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245655934938783970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxQR7fyIOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9DbfyDuJ5qI/s200/park+city+store+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to come home last night to catch up on paper work, laundry, housework, sleep, etc., etc., etc.... I'm sure we won't be home for long though because we plan on opening up the new store in October. Whoa!! We have sooooo much to do. We are so grateful for the knowledge we have in the western industry, the opportunities we have been given to pursue our dream of making Burns Saddlery bigger &amp;amp; better, &amp;amp; of course being able to do it as a family. We are truely living the dream &amp;amp; loving every minute of it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6948409807660557443?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6948409807660557443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6948409807660557443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6948409807660557443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6948409807660557443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/park-city-here-we-come.html' title='NEW PLACE, NEW FACE, NEW STORE'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxQQ71SpCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-_h4PGnBDME/s72-c/park+city+store+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7222322550135158387</id><published>2008-09-13T16:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:53:12.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY RY GUY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Seven years ago our beautiful nation was in shock &amp;amp; disbelief by the terrorist attacks of 9/11. I remember well, huddling around a television set watching the horror over &amp;amp; over in the waiting room of the Sevier Valley Medical Center while Destiny was in labor. After a long, hard labor Rylan Dan Crane was here, strong &amp;amp; healthy. He was truely a miricle, a happy place we could all run to in this devestating moment in history. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rylan is such a joy to be around. His love of tractors, dirt, &amp;amp; power tools is very contagious. In fact he is very good at persuading people to let him do things in the dirt on a tractor with power tools. He is also the hardest working seven year old I have ever met. He is always cleaning stalls with Papa, shipping with his Dad, &amp;amp; building things with Grandpa Wayland. The boy has a "stick to it" attitude &amp;amp; doesn't quit until the job is finished. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hope you've had a great day buddy. Happy 7th Birthday!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxC-Ux8pnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4t6CdJnwFXM/s1600-h/Disneyland+%2708+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245641304477312626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxC-Ux8pnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4t6CdJnwFXM/s200/Disneyland+%2708+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxC_GgSBsI/AAAAAAAAANA/bZdMAudykAo/s1600-h/IMG_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245641317824988866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxC_GgSBsI/AAAAAAAAANA/bZdMAudykAo/s200/IMG_0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxC-ocd0vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kcnKl7Tw2gA/s1600-h/Disneyland+%2708+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245641309755921138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxC-ocd0vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kcnKl7Tw2gA/s200/Disneyland+%2708+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7222322550135158387?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7222322550135158387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7222322550135158387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7222322550135158387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7222322550135158387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-rylan.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY RY GUY!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SMxC-Ux8pnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4t6CdJnwFXM/s72-c/Disneyland+%2708+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-5368347499335768324</id><published>2008-09-03T18:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:25:12.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIG GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's official, my babies are growing up way to fast!!! First of all, Alivia is already three months old. She entertains the whole family with her constant gooing. Second, Addison started her first year of preschool yesterday &amp;amp; was such a big girl. Braydan &amp;amp; I were so proud of her. She didn't hesitate a bit at the door, in fact she ran right in &amp;amp; loved every minute of it.  Third, Ainsley started her first day of preschool today. This year will be her last year of preschool before she is off to the "big" school, as she calls it. How time flies!!! I know that sounds totally cliche, but holy moly it's so true. I am truly grateful for my beautiful blessings. I love my girls &amp;amp; am so proud of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241955008641782658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SL8qTqqsU4I/AAAAAAAAALw/KvbgTRzCJmM/s400/alivia+3+months+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241955010846402178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SL8qTy4UJoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7tOJiL7HV_c/s400/labor+day+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241955015896023298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SL8qUFsPQQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NP4zNHNws2o/s400/labor+day+08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-5368347499335768324?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5368347499335768324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=5368347499335768324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5368347499335768324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/5368347499335768324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-big-girls.html' title='MY BIG GIRLS'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SL8qTqqsU4I/AAAAAAAAALw/KvbgTRzCJmM/s72-c/alivia+3+months+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-8346406149256546539</id><published>2008-09-02T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:25:46.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTS OF DIRT, LOTS OF FUN</title><content type='html'>On Friday, September 29th we went camping for the first time as a family this year (pathetic, I know). We cleaned, packed, &amp;amp; loaded up the trailer to escape the valley for a few days. It was sooo nice to get away from ringing phones, blaring televisions, &amp;amp; work. We all needed it &amp;amp; had a great time. Grandma Mick &amp;amp; Aunt Britt were able to come up on Saturday afternoon &amp;amp; stay until Sunday evening. Us girls were all reading a book out of the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; series, I started &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; they each started &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;. Of course none of us could put them down, so needless to say we weren't a lively, fun bunch. It was sure nice to sit back with a good book &amp;amp; relax though. Grandpa Shaw, Bryson, &amp;amp; Brady also came up on Saturday afternoon. Braydan &amp;amp; the boys spent their mornings &amp;amp; evenings in the hills chasing "the big one". Unfortunately, none of them were to lucky but they had a good time anyway. Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison spent most of their time outside "treasure hunting", which actually meant wandering around camp to find anything &amp;amp; everything they thought was pretty, yucky, muddy, dirty, sticky, &amp;amp; so on. Each of them found a rusty old can to fill with dirty rocks, sticky pine cones, twigs, garbage, dirt, &amp;amp; of course pretty flowers. They were sooooo dirty!!! There was no lack of fun had by those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241946402733006754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SL8ievKJn6I/AAAAAAAAALY/Ni51TqtCV0Y/s400/labor+day+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241948530689587266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SL8kamaiOEI/AAAAAAAAALo/plfSY-SxxbE/s400/labor+day+08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alivia hung out in the trailer with me most of the time. She is so content &amp;amp; happy all the time. We hope we are able to go camping a little more often next year. It is definitely something our family loves to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-8346406149256546539?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8346406149256546539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=8346406149256546539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8346406149256546539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/8346406149256546539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/09/lots-of-dirt-lots-of-fun.html' title='LOTS OF DIRT, LOTS OF FUN'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SL8ievKJn6I/AAAAAAAAALY/Ni51TqtCV0Y/s72-c/labor+day+08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-1106056338135885295</id><published>2008-08-26T13:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:36:05.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG</title><content type='html'>This is my first "tag" as a blogger,  so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 YEARS AGO...&lt;br /&gt;1.  I was a mere 9 years old &amp;amp; was enjoying life as a brand new 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader in Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacobsen's&lt;/span&gt; class.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My first real memories of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; come from this era.  He was also in Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jacobsen's&lt;/span&gt; class &amp;amp; was definitely the "class clown". &lt;br /&gt;3.  I had a crush on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;4.  My Grandma Stewart was battling cancer, sad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 YEARS AGO...&lt;br /&gt;1.  I was attending Snow College &amp;amp; was loving it.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I was engaged to that "class clown" I referred to earlier &amp;amp; was planning a spring wedding.  &lt;br /&gt;3.  I worked at Central Utah Physical Therapy with Diana May, whom I still love to bits.&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were teaching the Valiant Boys in Primary, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 YEARS AGO...&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were traveling all over the western U.S. for Burns Saddlery.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I became pregnant with Ainsley, yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.  My Mom &amp;amp; Dad got divorced, sad!&lt;br /&gt;4.  My best friend was still my little sister Danyette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 YEARS AGO...&lt;br /&gt;1.  I was pregnant with Addison, yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I became AR/AP Manager for Burns Saddlery, scary!!&lt;br /&gt;3.  I was Primary Chorister &amp;amp; was loving it (kids are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute).&lt;br /&gt;4.  I was enjoying, adoring, &amp;amp; loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ains&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO...&lt;br /&gt;1.  I became pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aaahh&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I was called to be Personal Progress Leader in Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Womens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I was busier than ever with kids &amp;amp; work.&lt;br /&gt;4.  We were in the middle of finishing our basement, finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR...&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Alivia&lt;/span&gt; Kay was born, yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  We went to Disneyland twice. &lt;br /&gt;3.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gladwell's&lt;/span&gt; moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Fairview&lt;/span&gt;, Tennessee.  (we miss you!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Brittnie&lt;/span&gt; is having a baby &amp;amp; we are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY...&lt;br /&gt;1.  I took Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison to Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Buchanan's for the day.&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I did Saturday's deposit, filed invoices, created invoices, filed paid invoices, &amp;amp; ran statements for Burns Saddlery.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I videoed my girls because they are truly the most adorable little girls on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY...&lt;br /&gt;1.  The girls, Britt, &amp;amp; I had Denny's for breakfast, yum!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I finished stuffing statements for Burns Saddlery.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I started reading Twilight.  (I know I am the very last person on the planet to do so but it's really, really good so far.  I'm glad I finally gave in.)&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm going to Young Women's later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW...&lt;br /&gt;1.  We are headed to South Jordan with Dad to set up a booth.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The girls &amp;amp; I are going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ains&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Addi are good girls so we can all enjoy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Coldstone&lt;/span&gt; treat, yummy!&lt;br /&gt;4.  We are going to stop by &amp;amp; say hi to Grandma Mick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT YEAR...&lt;br /&gt;1.  My babies will be 5, 3, &amp;amp; 1 year old, whoa!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Braydan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I will celebrate 10 years of marriage, WHOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.  We will be visiting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Gladwells&lt;/span&gt; in Tennessee &amp;amp; can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will have a new niece, ha ha!!! (you know it's true Britt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was fun!!!  Now I tag Tiff, Rochelle, Amy, Alicia, &amp;amp; Heather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-1106056338135885295?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1106056338135885295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=1106056338135885295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1106056338135885295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/1106056338135885295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag.html' title='TAG'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-6182840054692152669</id><published>2008-08-21T13:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:14:23.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN IN THE SUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to Seven Peaks as a family. My Mom, also known around our house as Grandma Mick was able to come by for a couple of hours too.  Braydan &amp;amp; I haven't been there since our senior trip in high school &amp;amp; Mom said she hasn't been since I was in middle school.  Needless to say, it has changed somewhat since then. The girls were sooo excited &amp;amp; had lots of fun most of the time. There were a few moments that were filled with "kicking, screaming fits" but most of those were over what tube they wanted. (Next time we are getting two of the same kind for sure!!!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237055163460327554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3B7I8tmII/AAAAAAAAAJo/h8ijbwGaLUc/s400/seven+peaks+august+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we figured out how to deal with the tube issue, things were great. Both big girls &lt;em&gt;loved, loved, loved&lt;/em&gt; the Tube Run. Dad was the favored parent to go with, so Brayd got to go down at least 10 times between the two of them. I don't think he minded at all.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237056690253419314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3DUAsjUzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-3JKiKogiw4/s400/seven+peaks+august+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059669349734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3GBasdmGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9_J0l0YMTok/s400/seven+peaks+august+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spent most of our time in the kiddie pool where Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison could practice their swimming &amp;amp; slide down the slides. There was a life guard on duty at the top of all the slides &amp;amp; each time Ains would reach the top she would wait for permission from the life guard to go. It was hilarious, especially if the life guard on duty wasn't paying attention. She would "patiently" sit there until the life guard noticed her &amp;amp; gave her the okay to head on down the slide. Sometimes there were 4 or 5 kids behind her confused as to why she wasn't going yet. She still waited for permission though. Those of you who know my sweet daughter know there is nothing "patient" about her (an unfortunate trait she inherited from me). I was really proud of her. She never lost her cool or layed into screaming at any of the life guards or kids (whew!!!). It was really cute actually. Each time she would sit down Braydan &amp;amp; I would look at each other &amp;amp; smile because she was being such a good girl. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237062604440634002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3IsQwqgpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aol4lgvJbkc/s400/seven+peaks+august+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237062616635314498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3Is-MGkUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OnGR55IqL4E/s400/seven+peaks+august+08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237062624465686770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3ItbXAkPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CbrZd2LZcuc/s400/seven+peaks+august+08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237062632558615234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3It5gg2sI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QduUiD-KX0I/s400/seven+peaks+august+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alivia had fun in the kiddie pool too. She is really the best baby ever. All the fun wore her right out though &amp;amp; she ended up sleeping about half the time. What a sweetheart!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237063957267805794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3J7Aby9mI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bHtioRopp38/s400/seven+peaks+august+08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237063974149154946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3J7_Un6II/AAAAAAAAAK4/YMWLXSlZrWQ/s400/seven+peaks+august+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm sure the kids aren't going to let us get away with just one visit next year which will be just fine with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-6182840054692152669?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6182840054692152669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=6182840054692152669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6182840054692152669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/6182840054692152669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-in-sun.html' title='FUN IN THE SUN'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SK3B7I8tmII/AAAAAAAAAJo/h8ijbwGaLUc/s72-c/seven+peaks+august+08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-782725196551826487</id><published>2008-08-13T21:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:04:05.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY FOR THE CABIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend Ainsley, Addison, Alivia, &amp;amp; I went to my Grandparents' cabin on Monroe Mountain. We went to celebrate my Great Grandpa Peterson's birthday, even though he passed away a few years ago. It became a tradition when I was a little girl to get together at Great Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's cabin the opening weekend of the bow hunt to celebrate this special occasion. Grandpa was a pretty remarkable man. During the last 25 years of his life he gradually started to go blind but that didn't stop him from going places &amp;amp; doing things. One of his favorite past times was carving wooden spatulas &amp;amp; spoons in his wood shop. He loved working with his hands. His other passion was Monroe Mountain. At one time, Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma were the third biggest land owners on that mountain. They spent most of their summers there. He died a few weeks before his 98th birthday &amp;amp; he is the reason we continue to celebrate his birth every year. The "whole" family looks forward to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year the big bash was at my Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's cabin so I went up early to help out. The girls had a blast. Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison are really good at talking anybody into pushing them on the swing, taking them on a treasure hunt, &amp;amp; getting them a treat. They successfully did this all weekend. Uncle C.J., Uncle Blaine, &amp;amp; Uncle Mike were their favorite people to play with. They were permanately attatched to those three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234231475128383682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SKO5y2MyOMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HA_igfj5PmE/s400/Peterson+Family+Reunion+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234231484238239154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SKO5zYIvlbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rhnloOSJygE/s400/Peterson+Family+Reunion+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234231490929570306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SKO5zxEFMgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WL-w503wEBc/s400/Peterson+Family+Reunion+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234231501782924434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SKO50ZfuPJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xWttUPkO8Wc/s400/Peterson+Family+Reunion+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At one point in the day, Uncle Blaine was hiding from the girls &amp;amp; scaring them.  They had almost all 98 family members watching them.  It was soooo cute!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234209480685336882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SKOlymg7OTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mIM7xg9NByI/s400/Peterson+Family+Reunion+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234209496430198242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SKOlzhKyveI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8dtKgWQ_Dro/s400/Peterson+Family+Reunion+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234209476089372530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SKOlyVZKX3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/mWEqDDhB-dg/s400/Peterson+Family+Reunion+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We can't wait to go back to the cabin.  It is one of my favorite places on earth &amp;amp; I think it is becoming one of theirs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234209471991111362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SKOlyGID3sI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FOVEx9KX5V4/s400/Peterson+Family+Reunion+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-782725196551826487?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/782725196551826487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=782725196551826487&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/782725196551826487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/782725196551826487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-for-cabin.html' title='CRAZY FOR THE CABIN'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SKO5y2MyOMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HA_igfj5PmE/s72-c/Peterson+Family+Reunion+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-3982770336299009754</id><published>2008-08-05T09:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:50:43.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLESSING DAY</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, August 3rd Alivia Kay was given a name &amp;amp; a blessing by her Daddy. Braydan did such a wonderful job, as he always does. I was so proud of him &amp;amp; am so grateful that we have a faithful preisthood holder in our home. All of the family, except the Gladwell's, were there to celebrate this day with us. We sure did miss them. Thanks so much to everyone for all of your help, love, &amp;amp; support. There are so many people who love our little girl. We are truely blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231058982975123954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJh0bf9ZMfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BhO1DswvfNk/s400/Alivia%27s+Blessing+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231058989706564850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJh0b5CS1PI/AAAAAAAAAII/QpBHBz10rd8/s400/Alivia%27s+Blessing+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-3982770336299009754?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3982770336299009754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=3982770336299009754&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3982770336299009754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/3982770336299009754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/blessing-day.html' title='BLESSING DAY'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJh0bf9ZMfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BhO1DswvfNk/s72-c/Alivia%27s+Blessing+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7495845758471298932</id><published>2008-08-01T09:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:25:06.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAW FAMILY REUNION</title><content type='html'>It's reunion time again! Every year Grandpa Wayland's family has a huge reunion at Bryant &amp;amp; Linda Mickelsen's cabin up Acred Lake. It's a great time to catch up on all sorts of things with everyone, eat good food, &amp;amp; play silly games. Plus it gives our family a good excuse to get out of the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229576042241409730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJMvs_OxQsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KrM35dmjVGM/s400/Shaw+Family+Reunion+%2708+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ainsley &amp;amp; Addison headed straight for the giant sandbox as soon as we got there. It's one of their favorite things to do at the reunion. In fact, as we were getting on the freeway Addison yelled out, "Mom, I can see the sand box!" Braydan, Scott, &amp;amp; I just laughed because we weren't even close to our destination yet. I guess she must have been pretty excited. This year Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma brought a couple of balls &amp;amp; all the kids in camp had fun with them too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229581934154214258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJM1D8UP63I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lx06By-9ybo/s400/Shaw+Family+Reunion+%2708+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229581950785140898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJM1E6RXuKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mMh7gJ-Pp0M/s400/Shaw+Family+Reunion+%2708+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229581302190837874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJM0fKEcEHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/H_deIj5uDzM/s400/Shaw+Family+Reunion+%2708+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229581309461820962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJM0flJ-diI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SgyvfB0YI2g/s400/Shaw+Family+Reunion+%2708+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jacy had gotten the bag of red vines out of her trailer &amp;amp; was sharing with everyone. Ainsley was pretty grateful &amp;amp; she just loves Jacy anyways. We had a great time &amp;amp; hope to stay longer next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229581313308824754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJM0fzfLFLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CYigCynviSs/s400/Shaw+Family+Reunion+%2708+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7495845758471298932?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7495845758471298932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7495845758471298932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7495845758471298932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7495845758471298932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/shaw-family-reunion.html' title='SHAW FAMILY REUNION'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SJMvs_OxQsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KrM35dmjVGM/s72-c/Shaw+Family+Reunion+%2708+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-428848152326198919</id><published>2008-07-28T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:04:04.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO MONTHS OLD ALREADY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our little Liv is two months old already, how time flies. Already in her short life she has traveled to Fishlake, Young Womens Camp (Frying Pan), Disneyland, &amp;amp; Sea World. She's been to The Chronicles of Narnia Prince Caspian &amp;amp; Wall-E. She's been to lunch with the girls &amp;amp; to Utah county numerous times to shop. She is quite the world traveler for her age. Alivia had her two month check up today &amp;amp; weighed in at 10 pounds 3 ounces &amp;amp; measured 23 1/2 inches long. She is doing so well &amp;amp; she has been such a joy in our family. We can't wait to see her personality develop. We love you Liv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228265945500412994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SI6ILUjS7EI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QD_TpKDiEnI/s400/Alivia+358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228265950583046450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SI6ILnfFwTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BUlRxwA1BLI/s400/Alivia+475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228265961913607234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SI6IMRsgZEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CBo3GapQeno/s400/Alivia+554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228265979159773298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SI6INR8UAHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5dj8KTvsOro/s400/Disneyland+%2708+028.jpg" border="0" /&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/3049382798327061699-428848152326198919?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/428848152326198919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=428848152326198919&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/428848152326198919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/428848152326198919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-months-old-already.html' title='TWO MONTHS OLD ALREADY!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SI6ILUjS7EI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QD_TpKDiEnI/s72-c/Alivia+358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049382798327061699.post-7798525052908864348</id><published>2008-07-26T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:40:14.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DISNEYLAND, HERE WE COME!!!</title><content type='html'>On July 15th we strapped the kids in the car, the stroller on the roof (literally), &amp;amp; headed to Disneyland &amp;amp; Sea World. We were able to go with all of Braydan's family which made it alot of fun. When we finally arrived, the kids found out our rooms adjoined. They were so excited. Every morning Rylan or Jacy would knock on our door &amp;amp; say "Hey guys, open the door!" Of course, most days we were running a little later than they were so our girls were always yelling something like, "My moms naked, we can't open the door!" or "My dads on the pot, wait a second!" Our neighbors in the room next to us probabely enjoyed the &lt;em&gt;honest&lt;/em&gt; information our kids were so eager to scream out at 7:30 in the morning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227557851553859266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SIwEK1CsBsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q5Bz9pFMUW0/s400/Disneyland+%2708+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a blast riding all the rides &amp;amp; experiencing the &lt;em&gt;"magic"&lt;/em&gt; of Disneyland. I'm certain Ainsley's favorite ride in the park was the teacups from Alice in Wonderland although she really liked Dumbo &amp;amp; Peter Pan. Addison loved Dumbo &amp;amp; wanted to ride it over &amp;amp; over but she loved meeting Minnie Mouse the most because Minnie gave her kiss. Alivia rode Peter Pan and Winnie the Pooh.  She loved both of them &amp;amp; was the happiest baby ever. There was also a new ride in California Adventure that we all loved. It was Toy Story 2 Midway Mania &amp;amp; believe me, it was a blast. I know this was Braydan's favorite ride because it was interactive, 3d, &amp;amp; he got to shoot things. What more could he ask for?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227559080095080114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SIwFSVtvXrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/baMv0Zu5Iz0/s400/Disneyland+%2708+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227559086632441586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SIwFSuEXlvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PF2VtrLGaxs/s400/Disneyland+%2708+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227559093899101474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SIwFTJI4BSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QnGVblofXWQ/s400/Disneyland+%2708+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to spend one day in Sea World with 35,000 other people. It was tons of fun, ha ha!! All of the kids really enjoyed the shows, they just didn't enjoy the crowds. We only stayed for about three hours &amp;amp; headed back to the motel. We can't wait to go back to experience all that Sea World has to offer someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227563370544291506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SIwJME4i3rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bLA_oqXXaFU/s400/Disneyland+%2708+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227563357783892642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SIwJLVWOoqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JTid3EXBDe8/s400/Disneyland+%2708+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227563368260273298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SIwJL8X_hJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R2PKhgjUemI/s400/Disneyland+%2708+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so glad Braydan's family postponed this trip so we could enjoy it with them. It was fun &amp;amp; we can't wait to go again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3049382798327061699-7798525052908864348?l=braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7798525052908864348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3049382798327061699&amp;postID=7798525052908864348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7798525052908864348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3049382798327061699/posts/default/7798525052908864348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braydanmistyshaw.blogspot.com/2008/07/disneyland-here-we-come.html' title='DISNEYLAND, HERE WE COME!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884096331980194744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q_iIFrv6gmA/SIwEK1CsBsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q5Bz9pFMUW0/s72-c/Disneyland+%2708+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
