<?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-2978966372096328570</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:40:40.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bryant Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-5243186998028581951</id><published>2009-10-07T12:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:25:50.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SszamFJeYcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/KLEX2weWBuI/s1600-h/Taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389923201807442370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SszamFJeYcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/KLEX2weWBuI/s320/Taylor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few week's ago my mom and I took Laney to see Taylor Swift. Now, I don't know how many 3 year olds have been to a real live concert (other than a kids show), but I can say mine has. And I cannot tell you how much joy that brought to my heart. It was worth every penny spent.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SszanOzbn5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/485gc3F8cT4/s1600-h/Taylor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389923221579210642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SszanOzbn5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/485gc3F8cT4/s320/Taylor3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney loves Taylor's song Love Story (and a few others too)! She was so excited and couldn't wait for her to sing that song and when she did Laney sang as loud as she could and I felt so overwhelmed at the moment we were sharing as I was holding her and we were singing live with Taylor Swift.This photo captures that moment and the happiness on my face and the awe in her eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SszannGmJPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6A9i7V7F0IU/s1600-h/Taylor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389923228102042866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SszannGmJPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6A9i7V7F0IU/s320/Taylor4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kelly Pickler sang and we were waiting on Taylor, Laney told us that she must still be getting dressed ... of course she was:) Before the concert Laney told me and mom that she wanted to Taylor how cute she looked (she was saying that she looked cute not Taylor) so I told her she could tell her that but she would have to be really loud. So, when Taylor came out Laney was yelling "Look how cute I look!" ... obviously Taylor didn't hear her and turned to me and said "She can't hear me!" I told her she might have heard her but that Taylor is busy singing but I was sure she would think Laney was the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sszamg5HqBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/IT0tkJ7CcdI/s1600-h/Taylor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389923209255036946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sszamg5HqBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/IT0tkJ7CcdI/s320/Taylor2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what a fabulous experience it was! I was just so teary eyed at the beginning because I was feeling so unbelievably blessed ... Thank you Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-5243186998028581951?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/5243186998028581951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=5243186998028581951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5243186998028581951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5243186998028581951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SszamFJeYcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/KLEX2weWBuI/s72-c/Taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-2940880641044037828</id><published>2009-10-07T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:53:53.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Laney said ...</title><content type='html'>2 cute things out of Laney's mouth in September (only 2 ... I must not have done a great job writing them down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me start this one by  saying I LOVE reading Goodnight Moon to Laney, it is my favorite to read to her ... always has been ... she is getting smarter ... kind of made me sad though ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Houses don’t sleep, red balloons don’t sleep, that stuff &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t sleep, why are we telling it goodnight?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: "Why did you make a mess?"&lt;br /&gt;Laney: "Because Jesus said so."&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: "Jesus said what?"&lt;br /&gt;Laney: "He said to make a mess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's just say Kevin didn't know what to say so he left it at that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-2940880641044037828?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/2940880641044037828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=2940880641044037828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/2940880641044037828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/2940880641044037828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-laney-said.html' title='What Laney said ...'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-5048213961612163830</id><published>2009-09-10T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:00:39.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July &amp; August ... out of Laney's mouth</title><content type='html'>I surely do have on a big dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the fan, it is blowing out my curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy should have told you I don’t like dots. &lt;em&gt;(telling Daddy when he was making breakfast and I was out of town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know birds talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am big now. I want to eat salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: "Everybody's getting ready for my party." Mommy: "Are you getting ready too?" Laney: "Yes." Mommy: "What are you doing to get ready?" Laney: "Fixing to eat cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he do art in heaven? &lt;em&gt;(While teaching her The Lord’s Prayer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-5048213961612163830?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/5048213961612163830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=5048213961612163830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5048213961612163830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5048213961612163830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/09/july-august-out-of-laneys-mouth.html' title='July &amp; August ... out of Laney&apos;s mouth'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-3532681736085775271</id><published>2009-08-19T13:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:45:19.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>It came and it couldn't have been better. Laney's 3rd birthday party was Saturday (August 15) at our house with the theme "The Wizard of Oz." It was so fun to decorate and prepare for it. Kevin and I both took off work on Friday so we could make sure that everything was perfect. The outside of our house is where the house landed on the Wicked Witch of the West and the beginning of the Land of Oz, which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Munckinland&lt;/span&gt; ... complete with the rainbow (that you had to go "over"), a yellow brick road, ruby red slippers and lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside was the flower field Dorothy, the Lion, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tinman&lt;/span&gt; and the Scarecrow run through to get to the Emerald City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emerald City began at the back doors which were covered with shiny green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;curtains&lt;/span&gt; and green balloons. The outside activities made up the Emerald City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday was so very fun. All the kids and parents had a blast. She is so blessed to have so many wonderful people in her life that cares about her. She got a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; presents and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, her birthday, we went to Rod's Pizza for lunch then she and I went for her first Mani/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pedi's&lt;/span&gt; and she loved doing that. (She loves it when I do it too!) Then we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lake house&lt;/span&gt; and swam and ate a yummy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing so quickly. But I am embracing all the changes and the phases that are ahead. I am not afraid of them I want to be ready for them, I want to be excited for them and I want to encourage them. It's what growing up is all about ... and Laney growing up (everyday) shows me what we have instilled in her ... we are shaping her into the woman she will one day be. 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Oh where oh where ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SpZyv8XI4QI/AAAAAAAAAXI/s3U5hv8zEeQ/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374609373295862018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SpZyv8XI4QI/AAAAAAAAAXI/s3U5hv8zEeQ/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some things I do as a mommy give me so much pride. Sometimes its little things and sometimes big things. This week I made a mad dash home at lunch. I knew I had to stop at the store for black elastic first. I did that ate a quick lunch then got to sewing. Laney started dance class this week and her tap shoes needed to be attached with elastic ... that just won't do for my honey. I had to add some pink and black zebra print ribbon to the elastic. Sewing that up gave me so much happiness as a mommy. I never thought I would be so excited to do something so small for my daughter. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374609352631607170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SpZyuvYZX4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/KLaO8VCAFuc/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374609358170218642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SpZyvEA54JI/AAAAAAAAAXA/J_AW4EO9E6A/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say how very excited I am about her dancing. It was always such a passion of mine and I hope she finds the joy in it that I did and still do (just in a different way). Me and Kevin were so proud of her at her class we both went, watched and took pictures. She is growing so fast, but I love the changes and phases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374609390873332802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SpZyw917zEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1iW5V_cYznU/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374609381768989026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SpZywb7SiWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/M6Oh-VOCGUQ/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" /&gt;IT WAS AWFUL!  She hated it! She didn't mind, she cried ... let me rephrase she screamed! She was NOT my child, I promise, I am not just saying that, but seriously she didn't act like my child.  I made her stay in there crying and having a horrible time. Kevin was so embarrassed he went and waited in the car.  Thank goodness that came and went quickly ... and it's funny looking at the above pics you wouldn't have known what kind of experience we really had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are and last night was our 3rd class and she loves it. She did get moved to different class with more kids (which I am glad for) and she is really learning, she can tell you and demonstrate a plié, relevé and tendu.  I thank Jesus he gave me MY CHILD back!  I love her in dance and love that it is one of the many things we can share. I am constantly going over the terms and demonstrating them for her ... thank you for Jesus for my knowledge. &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/2978966372096328570-7840455066786914833?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/7840455066786914833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=7840455066786914833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7840455066786914833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7840455066786914833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-oh-where-did-my-laney-go-oh-where.html' title='Where oh where did my Laney go? Oh where oh where ...'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SpZyv8XI4QI/AAAAAAAAAXI/s3U5hv8zEeQ/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8344241338373613693</id><published>2009-08-11T08:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:22:50.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with my Daughter</title><content type='html'>This was a cute idea one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; friends did with their son so I decided to do it and put it on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interview with Laney Nicole Bryant 2 yrs. old ... but almost 3 yrs. old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is something mom always says to you? No, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes mom happy? Clean up my play room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes mom sad? Don't clean up my play room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tickel&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child? A little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How old is your mom? I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How tall is your mom? Like bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do? Make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around? Make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your mom really good at? Good at daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your mom not very good at? Making me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does your mom do for her job? Eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's your mom's favorite food? Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom? Just because I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be? Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together? Play play dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are you and your mom the same? We both wear dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How are you and your mom different? We’re pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you know your mom loves you? I love you too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-8344241338373613693?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8344241338373613693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8344241338373613693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8344241338373613693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8344241338373613693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/08/interview-with-my-daughter.html' title='Interview with my Daughter'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-7902173084524147210</id><published>2009-08-08T14:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:35:58.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I spend my life preparing</title><content type='html'>I am currently supposed to be cleaning the house (while Kevin is cleaning outside) however I had a urge to write, so here I am.  I spend so much of my life preparing ... its one of the things that makes me me (and thank goodness my family is okay with it), spend weeks or days preparing for things ... small and large things, trips, grocery store trips, weekends, holiday's.  Speaking of holiday's ... we are fast approaching one of my very favorites ... LANEY'S  BIRTHDAY!  I love it, I do turn it into a holiday.  Preparation for this particular holiday have been in full swing since June.  Yes, that's right June ... I know I know she is only three and won't remember ... I don't really care if she will remember ... the look and excitement on her face will be so gratifying that two and a half months of preparation will be so worth it.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sn3QMXm_nGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QLNjbKQjZxk/s1600-h/Holding+Belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sn3QMXm_nGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QLNjbKQjZxk/s320/Holding+Belly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367675241810074722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so very hard to believe that just 3 short years ago I was preparing for her birth (that was definitely a 9 month preparation) ... had her room ready, the living room ready, the kitchen ready everything was waiting patiently for her arrival ... us too ... we waited and waited and waited, even the day she was born we waited all day and then at about 6:00 p.m. she was born into our world at a&lt;br /&gt;fabulous 20 1/2 inches and 8 lbs and 11 oz.  Once she was born I cried as I watch Kevin hold her (I do not regret letting him be the first to hold her one bit) ... I was so beside myself and overcome with joy that all I could do was watch and then after I gained my composure I held that beautiful baby girl that was already the center of my world.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sn3ReSKg-HI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vkisfmte0ow/s1600-h/laney%27s+birthday+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sn3ReSKg-HI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vkisfmte0ow/s320/laney%27s+birthday+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367676649097721970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't even explain the love I have for her and how much it grows daily.  She is everything I could have ever asked for in a sweet baby angel girl.  She is already my best girlfriend and I know as we continue our journey together my love for her will grow stronger and our bond tighter.  So, for her third birthday I am prepared to give her everything she has asked for ... a Wizard of Oz birthday party, complete with a yellow brick road, a witch under a house, lollipops and poppies ... and a PINK  GUITAR.  I am so very excited for her party and she is too (she is crossing the days off a calendar) and can't wait to see her face and her excitement next Saturday.  Preparation is so worth it everytime!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sn3SUwKpCZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DL-B95xT1-E/s1600-h/DSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sn3SUwKpCZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DL-B95xT1-E/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367677584864250258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-7902173084524147210?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/7902173084524147210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=7902173084524147210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7902173084524147210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7902173084524147210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-spend-my-life-preparing.html' title='I spend my life preparing'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sn3QMXm_nGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QLNjbKQjZxk/s72-c/Holding+Belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-1215956751599496746</id><published>2009-07-23T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:45:46.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laneyism's-June</title><content type='html'>Here are a few cute things Laney had to say in June:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy: “Laney, do you want to go to bedtime stories at the library tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Um, I want to go to the dollar store.”&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: “Are you good and rested this morning?”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Yes, like the Tin Man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took me a second to figure out she thought I said rusted.  So I took this opportunity to explain the difference, I was even sounding out the different vowel sounds and she was repeating me. So I asked again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: “Are you rested this morning?”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Like the Tin Man? What about the Scarecrow? What does Laney have to eat?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The conversation was obviously over, and I must not have explained the difference between rest and rust very good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: “Do you want to go on a boat ride?”&lt;br /&gt;Laney:”No, I want to go swimming.”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: “Mommy and Daddy want to go on a boat ride.  Don’t you want to go with us?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laney: “Ya’ll can go on a boat ride and I’ll stay here and swim.”&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Daddy go change clothes. Do you not know where your bathroom is?”&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: “Stop messing with your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tutee&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “There’s something in there.”&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: “What?”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Sprinkles.”&lt;br /&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Turn this song off, I don’t like this song.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt; concert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “I'm getting a pig for Christmas.  A pink one.  And its going to scare my doggies.”&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/2978966372096328570-1215956751599496746?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/1215956751599496746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=1215956751599496746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/1215956751599496746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/1215956751599496746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/07/laneyisms-june.html' title='Laneyism&apos;s-June'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-351476996238666029</id><published>2009-07-18T07:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:38:29.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dora Dora Dora the Explorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHEw08P0gI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iPFk4oOwscM/s1600-h/DSC04057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359781374671704578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHEw08P0gI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iPFk4oOwscM/s320/DSC04057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laney love live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;production&lt;/span&gt; ... she has been to 1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doodlebops&lt;/span&gt; 2) Sesame Street Live 3) Dora Live &amp;amp; 4) Miss Arkansas. She is so good during them and is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; and just I can't even tell you how excited she gets about them. We are planning on taking her to Wizard of Oz at the pocket theater (local group) in October then maybe to see it at the O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rpheum &lt;/span&gt;in Memphis in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; (don't think I'm bad that she will be scared ... she LOVES Oz ... its her birthday party theme ... and quite possibly her favorite movie). Here are some pictures of her at Dora ... no cameras please! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359781366837081794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHEwXwU9sI/AAAAAAAAAV4/suC1E-jS3qo/s320/DSC04050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359781370598576722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHEwlxI0lI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MPua_FdGFL0/s320/DSC04051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She also just got one of her birthday presents from us ... a slide with pool. We gave it to her early so she could get some good play time on it and because we are going to let the kids use it at her party.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782306322478306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHFnDnGdOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/U9KyveRTY1k/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782302897281074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHFm22eGDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q-wl8GmUYfc/s320/DSC_0154.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/2978966372096328570-351476996238666029?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/351476996238666029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=351476996238666029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/351476996238666029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/351476996238666029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/07/dora-dora-dora-explorer.html' title='Dora Dora Dora the Explorer'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHEw08P0gI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iPFk4oOwscM/s72-c/DSC04057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-9156259250168409326</id><published>2009-07-18T07:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:45:19.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To splint or not to splint ... Miss Arkansas</title><content type='html'>First let me update you on my still hurting thumb! Doc said no broken bones ... well I knew that. Just some probable torn ligaments and tendons ... here were this splint (that is making my thumb hurt in a totally different way) and put ice on it every night and take Advil regularly. If &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHA3S7Hh8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/g4IAuJLdtp0/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359777087752734658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHA3S7Hh8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/g4IAuJLdtp0/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its not better by next Wednesday you will need to see an Ortho doc. Okay fine. I do have to say the splint has made what was hurting go away, but there is a whole new pain, whatever, I don't know what's better .... the spilt or none. I think today I'm going to go without and see what happens. I hate it for one, look at me trying to put lipstick on Laney that she so desperately wanted before we went to the Miss Arkansas Pageant. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the Miss Arkansas pageant was fantastic. Laney loved it and stuck it out for 2.5 hours before she was ready to leave. I wasn't sure if she would even like it. Our tickets were really good on the aisle and she could see great. All week she has been talking about seeing the "princesses and dancing girls." As soon as we got home from work/school she asked if she could pick out a crown to wear, so we did, then she asked if she could pick out her dress, so we did, then she asked if she could pick out my dress, so we did. We just had to wait like 3 hours to go. She was such a comedian commenting on the girls ... the lady in front of us told me at intermission that Laney was cracking her up!! Lots and lots of people commented on how cute Laney was and ohhed and ahhed over her and of course I LOVE that! First was swimsuit (Laney kept asking me if they were going swimming:) then was talent which Laney loved, most of them danced and there was some good dancing ... that's my favorite talent I guess because I actually know what they are doing and what is hard. It was obviously Laney's favorite too, because about 6 into evening gown she said she was ready to leave because the girls aren't dancing anymore. I think she would have lasted through the whole thing if they weren't asking each contestant a question ... I think Laney got bored with that. I will have to look at the paper today to see who won last night's preliminary. Tonight is the actual pageant for the top 10 but me and Kevin have a date so we couldn't go tonight. Next year though I will take her to the top 10. I am so glad she had a good time! My mom and I used to make it a girls trip and come to Hot Springs for the final night. I am so blessed to live in Hot Springs so we can just hop over there and watch whenever we like ... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359779831727936738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHDXBByVOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/DrGW2LLnHQM/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359779833546893074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHDXHzdZxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BDrupOMmw_g/s320/DSC_0206.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/2978966372096328570-9156259250168409326?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/9156259250168409326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=9156259250168409326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/9156259250168409326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/9156259250168409326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-splint-or-not-to-splint-miss.html' title='To splint or not to splint ... Miss Arkansas'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SmHA3S7Hh8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/g4IAuJLdtp0/s72-c/DSC_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8283636927676377994</id><published>2009-07-14T16:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:33:48.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Terrible</title><content type='html'>I have been terrible about updating this thing.  What is wrong with me?  How is it I remember to do EVERYTHING else I need to do but this?  I need to put it on my calendar.  I just get so busy living life and loving every minute of it that I totally forget.  And it is really bad when I say to myself or Kevin I have to blog about this ... and then never do.  This one has to be quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; there is no need to type while my thumb is throbbing unless it is for work.  So, I jammed my thumb ... crazy funny story: 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July weekend, contest with some family running around the "pirate ship," I slid into Kevin, my arm went under him and my thumb got jammed ... and it is still hurting ... I can't turn on the car the normal way, peel fruit, pick Laney up, type ... nothing that needs to be done with the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; joint on my thumb without it hurting.  DOCTOR I'm coming to see you tomorrow morning.  FIX my thumb.  I really didn't even realize how much of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt; a thumb is until now.  I even teared up putting Laney into her car seat on Saturday ... she was sad for me and put (imaginary, and the best kind) of sticky tape on it in the car so it would feel better ... funny how that tape at that particular time did make it feel better --- I must say this wouldn't have happened if the car next to us didn't park TOO close to us at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, ugh!  Everyone else is great at our house.  I love Kevin and Laney very much and love just spending time with them.  They are both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comedians&lt;/span&gt; so they keep me laughing.  Okay, that's all for now, I will let you all know about my thumb tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-8283636927676377994?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8283636927676377994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8283636927676377994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8283636927676377994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8283636927676377994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/07/terrible-terrible.html' title='Terrible Terrible'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-8698430522071510199</id><published>2009-06-02T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:33:46.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laneyism's</title><content type='html'>Here are a few cute things Laney had to say in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breezie: "Laney, what are a few of your favorite things?"&lt;br /&gt;Laney: "Flowers and princesses and towers too."&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “I want some pudding.”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: “We don’t have any pudding.”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “We do too, you need to learn what we have.”&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “I don’t want to wear those shoes, they are yuck! I want to wear shoes with sparkles.”&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: “Do you want bananas in your cereal?”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “That’s not what you put in cereal. You put milk in cereal.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “I have to go pee pee.”&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: “You just went you don’t really have to go.”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Uh-huh, it’s coming out.”&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: “No it’s not, I don’t see it.”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “It’s in my tutee right now.”&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/2978966372096328570-8698430522071510199?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8698430522071510199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8698430522071510199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8698430522071510199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8698430522071510199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/06/laneyisms.html' title='Laneyism&apos;s'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-4691921438866754566</id><published>2009-05-19T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:36:34.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Day</title><content type='html'>Dear Laney,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at an age where you really are a little girl.  You are opinionated, strong, bossy, independent, loving, sweet, generous and beautiful. Actually, you are a mini-me.  Looking at you and seeing your reactions and actions I feel so blessed to be such a huge part of your life. Laney you are growing up too fast, I love this age and wish I could freeze it just a little longer, but I can’t so I have to take every minute I have and hold it close to my heart. You are so girly and I love that. You want your toes and fingernails to always be painted and you are quick to tell me they need to be touched up. That is one thing I love to do … manicures and pedicures with you and I love to take you to pick out new polish, it always intrigues me when you make your choice. Honey, you think that you have to wear a dress and that they make you a princess and beautiful. This is not something I want you to believe in and I am working on that with you. Dresses, necklaces, bracelets, crowns, none of that make you beautiful, I want you to understand that you are beautiful with or without them and that you can look like a ragamuffin and still be beautiful. This weekend I noticed you saying “I can’t do it very good.” All I could think was who taught you that? I quickly corrected and told you that you absolutely can do it very good, just try and you can.  I hate those negative thoughts in your beautiful head. I want don’t want you to know “can’t do it very good!” Laney, you can do it because I know you can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to always look to me for comfort and that place where you can be at peace with yourself, that place where it really doesn’t matter what you’re doing or what your look like, where you can 100% be yourself and have no worries about what will be thought of you. Believe me you do it now, you don’t care if you have snot on your forehead and tears streaming down your check when I’m around and I am honestly glad that you don’t hold back with me, it would hurt my feelings if you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so very excited about days alone with you because I swear at 2 ½ years old you are my best girlfriend. This Saturday your Daddy had to work so it was just you and me kiddo.  On Saturday morning you woke up in the best most loving mood.  We watched Mickey Mouse and I made Banana Nut muffins. We had a shower and then got dressed and headed out to the mall. We spent 3 hours at the mall, just two best friends hanging out.  You were even suggesting stores to go in. We didn’t need anything but we did buy a little. We just walked through the mall holding hands, talking, sharing and browsing. As we were headed back to the lake you told me you were tired but you wanted to go out on a boat ride with me. So we packed up an ice chest, towels, sunscreen and the dogs and headed out onto the lake.  We rode and talked for a then the sandman got you and you napped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There on the lake where we rode around for about 2 hours all I could think about was you and the best day we just had and I had to say, thank You, Jesus, for blessing my life more than I could have ever asked, thank You for the honest and real relationship I already have with Laney, I know it is only going to get better and thank You for my mama who taught me how to have a honest and real relationship with my precious, angel, baby daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love You-&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-4691921438866754566?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/4691921438866754566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=4691921438866754566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4691921438866754566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4691921438866754566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-day.html' title='The Best Day'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-4649688666846579988</id><published>2009-04-17T21:00:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:32:20.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>It feels like I haven't blogged in forever ... but I have, it has just been a really busy last two weeks. To start it off my better half made the turn into adult-hood ... yes he turned 30. He actually didn't have an issue with it and for that I was thankful, but I just can't help but think dang he's not in his twenties anymore. I mean I really don't mind getting older, however I can't imagine not marking boxes on forms that don't start with a 2 ... I mean seriously I forget how old I am sometimes when filling that kind of thing out and mark like the 24-26 box and stuff ... hello ... not that age anymore. And I wonder just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I am having these thoughts now, will they go away or intensify by September 2010. I hope go away ... I know age is just a number and by no means do I feel my age (hence marking the wrong box) thankfully! Anyway, so for my &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek3VtDM4-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zZMGhPMwif8/s1600-h/DSC03673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325848880352125922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek3VtDM4-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zZMGhPMwif8/s320/DSC03673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonderful hubby his birthday present from me was a 3 day trip to St. Louis to see Cardinals Opening Day. It was a fab time and its nice to get away just the two of us to reconnect and be able to enjoy just simply, each other's company. While we lived in The Lou (which ironically is also Laney's nickname) we never went to an opening day, just the festivities so we were super pumped and knew we were taking a gamble with what the weather would be like. But as you can see, it was HELLO Freezing the day of the game ... and yes that's right folks it was snowing ... but we had so much fun, very memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek3VrgztYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UfAxxyl7gto/s1600-h/DSC03687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325848879939433858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek3VrgztYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UfAxxyl7gto/s320/DSC03687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back on Tuesday we met her and Gigi (Kevin's Mom) in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caddo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Valley then we got home to Hot Springs around 5:30 and got ourselves ready for the rest of the week ... Laney was &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek4DxuX1OI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MJQ0TsARAcw/s1600-h/DSC03732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325849671880922338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek4DxuX1OI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MJQ0TsARAcw/s320/DSC03732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;getting tubes in her ears on Thursday. She just started having ear infections around October ... never had them as a baby so she was just know getting tubes (Tristan also got tubes this week ... goodness). Pics are from that day. And let me tell you what a trooper we have, she was fabulous, didn't have to sleep it off or anything and felt fine. Now the ear drops we had to give her well, it was Wrestle Mania in our house the first few times and the first time we put ear plugs in for bath ... I really think the neighbors think I was murdering her, but finally (thank the Good Lord) she calmed down. I hope it gets better, we are at the lake all summer and she is a water baby and is going to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek4FSACNiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vOL_LpjNNEI/s1600-h/DSC03733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325849697724806690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek4FSACNiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vOL_LpjNNEI/s320/DSC03733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have to wear those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she swims till they fall out. She has always been weird about her ears. She has never wanted me to mess with them, all before tubes or ear infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek4HzlYBbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WtWixmbn4RQ/s1600-h/DSC03736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325849741099533746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek4HzlYBbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WtWixmbn4RQ/s320/DSC03736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek4HzlYBbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WtWixmbn4RQ/s1600-h/DSC03736.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek4HzMu3tI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oik4FvyXtIE/s1600-h/DSC03738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325849740996173522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek4HzMu3tI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oik4FvyXtIE/s320/DSC03738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MRqv5nI/AAAAAAAAAUw/s_g25XlCKVM/s1600-h/DSC03763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325850917406238322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MRqv5nI/AAAAAAAAAUw/s_g25XlCKVM/s320/DSC03763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then on Thursday family began making their way to the Spa City for the Arkansas Derby and Easter. Saturday was beautiful and Sunday, um not so much. We hunted eggs in the house. It was a good time. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MqPzBFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hkNA9kb7B3c/s1600-h/DSC03772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325850924004082770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MqPzBFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hkNA9kb7B3c/s320/DSC03772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MtnmSxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/haf9g4me6co/s1600-h/DSC03770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325850924909218578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MtnmSxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/haf9g4me6co/s320/DSC03770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MvxhpNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/C0pok-_11v8/s1600-h/DSC03787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325850925487727826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MvxhpNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/C0pok-_11v8/s320/DSC03787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MqPzBFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hkNA9kb7B3c/s1600-h/DSC03772.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5MvxhpNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/C0pok-_11v8/s1600-h/DSC03787.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would leave you with these 2 pictures that have nothing to do with anything I've written about. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5wd5_wYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yWGudZt5Z9Q/s1600-h/DSC03793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325851539166708098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5wd5_wYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yWGudZt5Z9Q/s320/DSC03793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has anyone ever heard of a Golden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Retriever&lt;/span&gt; loving a Rocker Recliner ... Minnie loves it here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5wYLS8hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/khZwEG25hbk/s1600-h/DSC03740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325851537628656146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5wYLS8hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/khZwEG25hbk/s320/DSC03740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just love this ... I love them both more than I could ever convey. They are both the be all that ends all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek5wYLS8hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/khZwEG25hbk/s1600-h/DSC03740.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-4649688666846579988?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/4649688666846579988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=4649688666846579988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4649688666846579988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4649688666846579988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/Sek3VtDM4-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zZMGhPMwif8/s72-c/DSC03673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-4375297334208812037</id><published>2009-04-14T09:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:05:51.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Laneyism's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few cute things Laney had to say in March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laney: “Let me take your picture.”&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: “Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She takes the pretend picture on her play cell phone that has a picture of Cinderella on the face. She looks at the picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “That is a very nice picture.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “It’s okay baby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Tristan when he started to fuss when she was smothering him with kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “I don’t think he needs his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tristan was crying and then after he got his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; he stopped and she thought he was done with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “He’s being ugly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laney told me very loudly at the library about a kid we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know who was pestering his sister. Everyone including the parents laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That was a little one. That was a big one. Let me look at my big poop. I just peeped on my poop, let me look.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While she was potting she was providing a play-by-play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Um, that's good pudding!”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: “How do you know you haven’t even eaten it yet?”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “I like pudding ... And I like applesauce.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: “Dear Jesus, make Laney a better woman than me.”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “I’m not gonna be a woman. I’m a big girl.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “I have on a dress. I don’t think you can wear flip flops with a dress, because it’s a dress.”&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/2978966372096328570-4375297334208812037?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/4375297334208812037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=4375297334208812037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4375297334208812037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4375297334208812037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-are-few-cute-things-laney-had-to.html' title='March Laneyism&apos;s'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-5026488076433730570</id><published>2009-03-30T20:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:21:30.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Singing her favorite song!  Look out American Idol ... here comes Laney Bryant give or take 13 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c85a9163170a1e00" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc85a9163170a1e00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331712325%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12B95203517095127A5D8EEEB904D085C833CB65.71A52E654C4556B0B3DC93572885977AC57096D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc85a9163170a1e00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxgs1V-oS1o9DUbKF6waSe91MHXc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc85a9163170a1e00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331712325%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12B95203517095127A5D8EEEB904D085C833CB65.71A52E654C4556B0B3DC93572885977AC57096D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc85a9163170a1e00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxgs1V-oS1o9DUbKF6waSe91MHXc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-5026488076433730570?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c85a9163170a1e00&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/5026488076433730570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=5026488076433730570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5026488076433730570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5026488076433730570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-little-star.html' title='Our Little Star'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-3795609953931018311</id><published>2009-03-18T15:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:00:50.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day, Hot Springs National Park Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in most cities St. Patrick's Day is just another day to wear green and pinch people for not wearing in ... however, Hot Springs National Park, AR has the World's Shortest St. Patrick's Day Parade and each year it gets shorter. We have a celebrity Grand Marshall and all kinds of quirky fun things in the parade and during the festivities ... like a kissing contest on the Hot Springs Blarney Stone (which Laney entered this year, but didn't win, but had fun ... and is now wanting to kiss big rocks every where we see one:) Here is something our local paper had to say about Laney the day after Green Day ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another contestant, Laney Bryant, 2, of Hot Springs, dressed in a green dress and donning shamrock antennae, had to have her mother, Amanda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bryant&lt;/span&gt;, show her the ropes, and eventually snuck in a second kiss.~&lt;em&gt;The Sentinel-Record&lt;/em&gt;, March 18, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150026365219122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SdFqxFSCMTI/AAAAAAAAATo/OzCuYFq4OlA/s320/DSC03531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150026425172306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SdFqxFgVAVI/AAAAAAAAATw/anWrCV6ETF8/s320/DSC03535.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150028231093282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SdFqxMO5LCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mpQUpyIKfjw/s320/DSC03542.JPG" border="0" /&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/2978966372096328570-3795609953931018311?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/3795609953931018311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=3795609953931018311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3795609953931018311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3795609953931018311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-pattys-day-hot-springs-national-park.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day, Hot Springs National Park Style'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SdFqxFSCMTI/AAAAAAAAATo/OzCuYFq4OlA/s72-c/DSC03531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-3264415388702310761</id><published>2009-03-14T09:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:13:31.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Love Story</title><content type='html'>Laney's favorite song is Love Story by Taylor Swift, however, she calls it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt;. When it comes on she automatically says "that's my favorite!" And when it's over she says "I wanna hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt; again!" And we turn it back on. We are both very thankful that we like the song ... she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; picked a favorite song that we didn't like, so we don't mind listening to it over and over, it makes her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing her first musical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt;. There are 2 videos ... enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Story, by Taylor Swift &amp;amp; Laney Bryant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c5b724228d9e7ca3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c5b724228d9e7ca3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/3264415388702310761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=3264415388702310761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3264415388702310761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3264415388702310761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-love-story.html' title='It&apos;s A Love Story'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-6838611978571527794</id><published>2009-03-08T18:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:57:11.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Fun</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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310964424680086866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRWAWvLHVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/He5TM9e4k-o/s320/DSC03467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This weekend we started out on Friday night going to the Sun Belt Pep Band Spectacular and we had so much fun. Laney loved the music the bands played and danced up a storm. She liked the mascots from a distance. When the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ULM&lt;/span&gt; bird (mascot) got me up to dance she didn't like that at all and started crying and got into her Daddy's lap. She said that the bird scared her and thought it was going to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRV_waLZ_I/AAAAAAAAARw/lHQ-cn5FQ3Y/s1600-h/DSC03470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310964414391478258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRV_waLZ_I/AAAAAAAAARw/lHQ-cn5FQ3Y/s320/DSC03470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRWUmWuHII/AAAAAAAAASA/JW1w9uOi6Vs/s1600-h/DSC03461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310964772469873794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRWUmWuHII/AAAAAAAAASA/JW1w9uOi6Vs/s320/DSC03461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laney eating her yummy hot dogs. They gave away free hot dogs, popcorn and drinks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laney dancing!  Sorry its the wrong way I was caught up in the moment:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-388499cc5bf0c91" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0388499cc5bf0c91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331712325%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70A09AB5E91061A480FB205D9E0AA45171A7D85C.35F0191179A3768E4FD2DB10A6ED45824302BC06%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D388499cc5bf0c91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBkV2-GdeEOqTm15fOP-5iULqhJ0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0388499cc5bf0c91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331712325%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70A09AB5E91061A480FB205D9E0AA45171A7D85C.35F0191179A3768E4FD2DB10A6ED45824302BC06%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D388499cc5bf0c91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBkV2-GdeEOqTm15fOP-5iULqhJ0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we started our day at the Garland County Library. It was our first time to go and Laney loved it. It was a hard decision when it came time to checking out books. She ended up with a Dora book, a book about bugs, a Curious George book and a Care Bears (she calls them color bears) DVD. We have read them all and watched our DVD already.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRW8RDzuOI/AAAAAAAAASI/1BVvZWeleUA/s1600-h/DSC03481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310965453948172514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRW8RDzuOI/AAAAAAAAASI/1BVvZWeleUA/s320/DSC03481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laney getting her library card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRW9Fy9iII/AAAAAAAAASY/lndTJ9LkCek/s1600-h/DSC03490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310965468104591490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRW9Fy9iII/AAAAAAAAASY/lndTJ9LkCek/s320/DSC03490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRW82ZGE_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/S-O2EzrBpKY/s1600-h/DSC03489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310965463969567730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRW82ZGE_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/S-O2EzrBpKY/s320/DSC03489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves books and loves to read so she was in heaven.&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRXr6A7x8I/AAAAAAAAASg/b-1wyuGJy2Y/s1600-h/DSC03494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310966272395823042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRXr6A7x8I/AAAAAAAAASg/b-1wyuGJy2Y/s320/DSC03494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then after the library we went to the Horse Races to visit Nana in the Jockey Club. Laney did good picking the ponies and seemed to always pick the #7 horse which happened to wear an orange blanket (that's her favorite color).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRXsFf3bCI/AAAAAAAAASo/BBGop9hjQfI/s1600-h/DSC03499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310966275478350882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRXsFf3bCI/AAAAAAAAASo/BBGop9hjQfI/s320/DSC03499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRXsft-wuI/AAAAAAAAASw/wtXdoy7XqS4/s1600-h/DSC03502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310966282516873954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRXsft-wuI/AAAAAAAAASw/wtXdoy7XqS4/s320/DSC03502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then on Sunday we had a visit with Uncle Pom&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRYWmFc77I/AAAAAAAAATA/a9Gie7iI-2w/s1600-h/DSC03512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310967005780438962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRYWmFc77I/AAAAAAAAATA/a9Gie7iI-2w/s320/DSC03512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pie, Aunt J &amp;amp; Tristan. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRYWPpCJCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1_Ywk8X0mQM/s1600-h/DSC03508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310966999755662370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRYWPpCJCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1_Ywk8X0mQM/s320/DSC03508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRYXbtR0TI/AAAAAAAAATI/kbaOjabJPF8/s1600-h/DSC03514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310967020174561586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRYXbtR0TI/AAAAAAAAATI/kbaOjabJPF8/s320/DSC03514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laney loved on Tristan for a long time and gave him lots of hugs and kisses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-6838611978571527794?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=388499cc5bf0c91&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/6838611978571527794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=6838611978571527794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/6838611978571527794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/6838611978571527794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-of-fun.html' title='Weekend of Fun'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbRWAWvLHVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/He5TM9e4k-o/s72-c/DSC03467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-325766135649900058</id><published>2009-03-06T21:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:32:27.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit From Cupid</title><content type='html'>A little late I know, however, her is our Valentine's Day. On the 13th her class had their party and she and I decorated her a Valentine Mailbox. She was very proud she did it all (except her name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279278649072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHm3m3-28I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Pi7VL5xip-U/s320/DSC03402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Maddie, Laney and Gracie at the Valentine Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279282128851538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHm3z1oElI/AAAAAAAAAQY/dqRJm3dvlJk/s320/DSC03407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Noah is the one lpoking at the camera and smiling, Laney says he's a "really good friend" and the one at the end of the table is Luck, who must have a crush on Laney because he hits her and is mean to her, she says he's not her friend cause he's "bad." The red head is Max and Laney is friends with him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310280123322252530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHnoxhwvPI/AAAAAAAAARY/nnTALhEXDS8/s320/DSC03408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy had fun at the party too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279286563343602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHm4EW5DPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/45TX7Yjzd2c/s320/DSC03414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279292834325154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHm4buAoqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qlweXsrPVy8/s320/DSC03417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day, since all three of us were each other's Valentine's we had a family date and it was so much fun. First we had donuts, Laney's favorite. Then we went to Playtime Pizza in Little Rock for a late lunch and playtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279602800610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHnKebuzVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3k_6AIiNlI4/s320/DSC03420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279295305301586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHm4k7IvlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/2xc8Rf0W9zY/s320/DSC03424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310282125771710690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHpdVO6oOI/AAAAAAAAARg/9Hh50nLEhuY/s320/DSC03430.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;She loved collecting the tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279607478294306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHnKv2-lyI/AAAAAAAAARA/JHu1jQuFy_U/s320/DSC03439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279610944364002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHnK8xWneI/AAAAAAAAARI/RuQiFXBc1Uw/s320/DSC03442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Laney with all the &lt;em&gt;toys&lt;/em&gt; she bought with her tickets!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279612428287794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHnLCTJfzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yWtASpdQDAw/s320/DSC03445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Late Valentine's Day Ya'll! Hope you shared it with people you love, we sure did ... (that was cheesy, I know, ha I'm a dork!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-325766135649900058?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/325766135649900058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=325766135649900058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/325766135649900058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/325766135649900058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-from-cupid.html' title='A Visit From Cupid'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SbHm3m3-28I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Pi7VL5xip-U/s72-c/DSC03402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8607920286616212842</id><published>2009-03-05T09:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:26:51.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Quick Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I read two things this morning that I wanted to share, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I LOVED them both.  How blessed I am reading two great things within a hour of each other!  Hope you love them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Skipping is just jumping for joy, step after step." ~Jessi Lane Adams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting wisdom is the wisest thing you can do! And whatever else you do, develop good judgment.&lt;br /&gt;~ Proverbs 4:7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a fabulous day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-8607920286616212842?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8607920286616212842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8607920286616212842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8607920286616212842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8607920286616212842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-quick-thoughts.html' title='Really Quick Thoughts'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-3529308580157586459</id><published>2009-03-03T16:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:32:33.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laneyism's February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is what our angel baby had to say in February 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laney: “I want a corn dog.”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: “We don’t have any corn dogs.”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Are we out?”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: “Yes, we don’t have any”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy quietly says to Mommy: “Should I go get her some?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shook my head no, thinking she could eat what we were eating for dinner. Laney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t see me shake my head no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Laney: “Mommy said yes! Mommy said yes!”&lt;br /&gt;Kevin went and got her corn dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-Dad: “Do you like Mexican food?”&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “I don’t think so, but I like pudding!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “Gosh, the wind is blowing.”&lt;br /&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “My hair is blowing.”&lt;br /&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;Laney: “The wind is messing our hair up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: How did you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Laney: I feel bad because I hurt my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Do you want to learn how to spell your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Laney: "Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Laney: "L-&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;-A-&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;-N-&lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt;-E-&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;-Y-&lt;em&gt;Y"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Very good, you spelled Laney."&lt;br /&gt;Laney: "I just smelled ME!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: "Not our blessings, I need to say a different prayer I think." &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/2978966372096328570-3529308580157586459?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/3529308580157586459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=3529308580157586459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3529308580157586459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3529308580157586459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-is-what-our-angel-baby-had-to-say.html' title='Laneyism&apos;s February'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-5665366030772760696</id><published>2009-02-14T18:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:53:56.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Feet Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdkKjUBwSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WhlNKZCmuuo/s1600-h/DSC03384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302817218692759842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdkKjUBwSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WhlNKZCmuuo/s320/DSC03384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend we went to the lake to play on the bottom of the lake and let the dogs swim. They lowered the lake 9 feet this year, which hasn't been done in like 10 years. Any rocky surface is where the lake normally is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here you see how far out in the cove we are. This is a long way from the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdkWl8gGOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rXDIELCqHUU/s1600-h/DSC03386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302817425557821666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdkWl8gGOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rXDIELCqHUU/s320/DSC03386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Minnie are walking on the "shallow spot" in the cove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are lots of rocks on the bottom of the lake (this isn't where you could touch bottom) and Laney found a big rock that she said was heavy. It took her a second to figure out how to hold it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302818044747643474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdk6om2-lI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JpMO5XzHMu0/s320/DSC03387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302818042568404338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdk6gfSbXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GyoYDh10tFo/s320/DSC03388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302818045377322050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdk6q8_HEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Kp24xmzymTw/s320/DSC03389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It also took her picking up and dropping it three times to get it in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302820562763128546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdnNM8iHuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3ZUg6x9upr0/s320/DSC03390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302818048382654146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdk62Jg1sI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5wIO0h056js/s320/DSC03391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302819386685708850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdmIvt02jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tzPV5uYcc90/s320/DSC03392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin got stuck trying to walk to the doc. Then I challenged him to walk in the "quick sand" on the bottom of the lake and he made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302819389088061586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdmI4ql2JI/AAAAAAAAAP4/02Y2EpupAnk/s320/DSC03395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney's smile shows everyone how much we LOVE the lake, even in February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302819388799116034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdmI3ls4wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AepgqcW-Db8/s320/DSC03398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/2978966372096328570-5665366030772760696?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/5665366030772760696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=5665366030772760696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5665366030772760696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5665366030772760696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-feet-down.html' title='9 Feet Down'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SZdkKjUBwSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WhlNKZCmuuo/s72-c/DSC03384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8176359701710041613</id><published>2009-02-10T14:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:45:07.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laneyism's</title><content type='html'>In January I started writing things down that Laney said. I thought it would be a good way to remember her cuteness and share it with our blog readers. After each month I will post these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laneyism's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;January 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He’s a very good friend" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking about Noah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy: "Do you want to say your prayers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laney: "No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy: "Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laney: "Because Laney’s Crying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~She says this in response all the time when she’s sad, but really not crying, one time she said she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Breezie&lt;/span&gt;’s earrings because she was crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I’m going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;After putting on her jacket and getting her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; purse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I want some monies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she needs to go to the pretend store, most of the time she eats the imaginary money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy: “Laney ready to say your prayers?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laney: “Yes, I want to say to cookies.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy: “Okay.” &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Not know what she was talking about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laney: “God is good, Let us thank Him for our cookies, Amen.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;We say our prayers every morning on the way to school and this is what she said one day&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Luke spanked me on my noggin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Luke hit Laney in the head at school, Granny taught her what a noggin is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I have a good daddy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Santa Claus brought him to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~She told me this one night when I was trying to get her to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Where’s my Jesus, I want to have him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~When I told her Jesus was with her and she could talk to him, she wanted to hold him like a baby doll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 11, 20, 13, 11teem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the way she counts&lt;/em&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm with Gladys ... I do love Jesus and I do drink a little!  Enjoy, I laughed really hard!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-7461664015800368694?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/7461664015800368694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=7461664015800368694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7461664015800368694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7461664015800368694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-with-gladys.html' title='I&apos;m with Gladys'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-3445331004788970934</id><published>2009-02-04T09:12:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:34:00.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired of being Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago Laney has RSV, which has run amuck on Hot Springs this year. Just about everyone we know with kids has had it in their house. Luckily when a 2 year old has RSV it doesn't really affect them like it does babies, so here Laney and I are at home for a week and she mostly acted like nothing was wrong. I worked from home that week so it worked out that me nor Kevin had to take a week of sick days. I did get some cute pics of her during the week. ENJOY! Oh, and by the way, I am home again today because I have strep throat and Laney is actually with me because she has a strain that shows up as a rash, its called Scarlatina. I doubt I will be taking any pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYm0HnnbLlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vs6x9rx2xHk/s1600-h/January+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298964479564525138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYm0HnnbLlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vs6x9rx2xHk/s320/January+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she hosted a tea party for Molly &amp;amp; Lolly, her American Girl twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyhlUW88I/AAAAAAAAAOU/S8To8k9wYnw/s1600-h/January+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298962726601028546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyhlUW88I/AAAAAAAAAOU/S8To8k9wYnw/s320/January+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she painted and ended up wanting a star on her face, so I painted one for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyhpzclpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XE0UU2u9vBM/s1600-h/January+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298962727805163154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyhpzclpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XE0UU2u9vBM/s320/January+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she wanted to put my make-up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyhu1CBII/AAAAAAAAAOM/rscVIlYWGCw/s1600-h/January+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298962729153987714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyhu1CBII/AAAAAAAAAOM/rscVIlYWGCw/s320/January+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is that finished result. She told me I looked beautiful, like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyh3EeKgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vwfvnimG8EU/s1600-h/January+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298962731366230530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyh3EeKgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vwfvnimG8EU/s320/January+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted all the donuts to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyozoemuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BX4ztVgr_T0/s1600-h/January+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298962850702596834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYmyozoemuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BX4ztVgr_T0/s320/January+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-3445331004788970934?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/3445331004788970934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=3445331004788970934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3445331004788970934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3445331004788970934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-and-tired-of-being-sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired of being Sick and Tired'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SYm0HnnbLlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vs6x9rx2xHk/s72-c/January+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-7151532870278054031</id><published>2009-01-19T18:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:31:36.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far This Year</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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUiBuijwFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/U_bNrX5uYW8/s1600-h/Grandad%27s+December+2008+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293174350112079954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUiBuijwFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/U_bNrX5uYW8/s320/Grandad%27s+December+2008+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been very busy it seems so far this year. Here we are on day 19 and it feels like we are a couple of months in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to visit Kevin's Grandad who is 96, it was a very good visit. Laney always takes a second to warm up, but by the end of the trip she was putting stickers on him, just like she was putting on all of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUk4FX006I/AAAAAAAAANE/9pzgrFIuo1A/s1600-h/DSC03311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293177482977268642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUk4FX006I/AAAAAAAAANE/9pzgrFIuo1A/s320/DSC03311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nother&lt;/span&gt; big step at the Bryant house was a new big girl bed. It was exciting and bittersweet all at the same time. Kevin and I both were good with her moving into a real bed. Instead of being sad, we rejoiced and celebrated this big step in her life. She really loves it! We did have that odd transition where she had room for us to sleep with her so she kept coning us into watching movies with her. Which we quickly found out was a bad idea. So we decided to start a reward program where if she slept all night in her bed by herself for 5 days she would get a candy bar of her choice (we are marking the days with stickers on a calendar in her room) and after a month she will get a trip to Playtime Pizza in Little Rock. She has done really good and she got her candy bar yesterday. However, last night was the first time she didn't do great and didn't get a sticker and was sad, so hopefully tonight we will be back on track. But the point is she loves her bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUmDwJLmkI/AAAAAAAAANM/388bjX2d6kY/s1600-h/January+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293178782948760130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUmDwJLmkI/AAAAAAAAANM/388bjX2d6kY/s320/January+2009+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minnie is still trying to learn and we are trying to learn how to have a 2 year old, puppy and a 10 year old dog. It is a totally different experience this time around. We did come to a conclusion this weekend that we are going to have to put out more effort in all things puppy. But Laney loves her very very much and I love Minnie even more for that.  As we speak she is saying over and over to &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUmD5rmbCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RsHobY1T3B0/s1600-h/January+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293178785509043234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUmD5rmbCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RsHobY1T3B0/s320/January+2009+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minnie, "Because I Love You!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUm0RPON6I/AAAAAAAAANc/VpaDHqGAHas/s1600-h/January+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293179616466188194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUm0RPON6I/AAAAAAAAANc/VpaDHqGAHas/s320/January+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend also ushered in the 2009 Racing Season. Kevin LOVES the ponies and I do too. So Mike and Shelly stayed with us this weekend and we went to the Jockey Club on Saturday and didn't win any money. But it was fun!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUm0v2srwI/AAAAAAAAANk/WGIkqRVEDPI/s1600-h/January+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293179624684826370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUm0v2srwI/AAAAAAAAANk/WGIkqRVEDPI/s320/January+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUoDijdFeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IynKkE4ddHo/s1600-h/January+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293180978324116962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUoDijdFeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IynKkE4ddHo/s320/January+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And today to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; the Chamber was closed for the first time. First we had a nice long morning with Laney and took her to school late and then Kevin and I had a day date ... it was fun. We ran errands, had lunch and went and saw Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Turino&lt;/span&gt; (very good) and then picked Laney up from school early and played outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally the biggest thing to happen so far this year is NO MORE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PACI'S&lt;/span&gt;!!!  As Laney would bite them she would say they were broke and we would have her throw them away. A little more than a week ago the last one broke and we have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; free every since, with no troubles!!! YEAH!!!&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/2978966372096328570-7151532870278054031?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/7151532870278054031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=7151532870278054031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7151532870278054031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7151532870278054031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far-this-year.html' title='So Far This Year'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SXUiBuijwFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/U_bNrX5uYW8/s72-c/Grandad%27s+December+2008+144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-4649476630426270703</id><published>2009-01-02T08:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:28:23.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SV4wF3hM3GI/AAAAAAAAAM0/M9hRxH2aTis/s1600-h/New+Year+2008+165.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286715889940225122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SV4wF3hM3GI/AAAAAAAAAM0/M9hRxH2aTis/s320/New+Year+2008+165.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man. ~Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year to you and your families! A New Year is always ushered in full of optimism, full of resolutions. I always do really well for a few weeks, sometimes even months and last year was the first time that I had really completed my resolution, I ran the Little Rock Half-Marathon in March. This year I have decided I will make resolutions again ... its what we do for New Year's and then I will work had to keep them. I have to speak them aloud or I will not keep them. My main resolution this year is to run the St. Jude (Memphis) Half-Marathon in 2009. Hold me to it:) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286715884908390354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SV4wFkxhJ9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/VWAHUWyFyR8/s320/New+Year+2008+130.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Regardless of resolutions I love the place I am in my life right now and tickled pink to be starting 2009 where I left off 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year from our family to yours. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; good luck on those resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-4649476630426270703?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/4649476630426270703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=4649476630426270703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4649476630426270703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4649476630426270703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SV4wF3hM3GI/AAAAAAAAAM0/M9hRxH2aTis/s72-c/New+Year+2008+165.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-3514968247963436189</id><published>2008-12-28T17:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:04:01.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at The Bryant's</title><content type='html'>Christmas morning was very exciting this year. Laney was very into Santa and frequently walked around the house singing Santa Clause is Coming to Town (and she is still singing it) she also really enjoyed making cookies and understood he would need a snack and some milk when he got to our house. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284993751823519666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SVgR0PGZj7I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ey0fkiUEOvE/s320/Christmas+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As I said in the previous post she was getting EVERYTHING she asked Santa for (she is a very blessed little girl and she thanks Jesus everyday for her blessings in her prayers). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284993754408949042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SVgR0Yu0FTI/AAAAAAAAALs/rA_NiRMSp7w/s320/Christmas+2008+011.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;We decided to wrap a box with no bottom to put over the puppy (her name is Minnie). When Laney got up she was in a good mood until we walked into the living room and she got overwhelmed. Kevin and his parents (Gigi and G-Dad) were standing waiting and everyone said Merry Christmas and she saw all that Santa had brought and she got shy (which very rarely happens). We went to the box Minnie was in first, Laney wouldn't pick up the box so we helped and then she was in a weird state ... like stunned. It took her a second but she quickly began enjoying Minnie. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995560683116610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SVgTdhoImEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/o1YHAbz8YTA/s320/Christmas+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284993759456479298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SVgR0riPSEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nuIsksrNvg8/s320/Christmas+2008+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284993758143022994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SVgR0mpFh5I/AAAAAAAAAME/xYhjDNUpBVk/s320/Christmas+2008+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284994922803138226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SVgS4ZVsjrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BktJ0VhlV48/s320/Christmas+2008+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a very merry Christmas and Santa brought us lots of goodies. We have enjoyed our days off doing little nothings and being together. Hope you all had a very merry Christmas too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284994932809243186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SVgS4-nVmjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/G5V3py_uKlo/s320/Christmas+2008+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284994925458608578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SVgS4jOz0cI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VBOM6C_U6e4/s320/Christmas+2008+052.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/2978966372096328570-3514968247963436189?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/3514968247963436189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=3514968247963436189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3514968247963436189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3514968247963436189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-bryants.html' title='Christmas at The Bryant&apos;s'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SVgR0PGZj7I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ey0fkiUEOvE/s72-c/Christmas+2008+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-6192986930329506697</id><published>2008-12-28T17:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:37:37.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Poo Poo</title><content type='html'>Quick funny ... Last night to break from leftover ham we decided to go to Outback. We had ordered a blooming onion and Laney's chicken and fries and Laney had her Shirley Temple and Kevin and I were enjoying our beer's when our waitress brought us a yummy loaf of bread and butter.  What a great thing to tide us all over until our food arrived.  As I'm sure you know the bread is brown ... that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;information&lt;/span&gt; is needed for the rest of the story.  As the waitress passed it to Kevin he asked Laney if she wanted some and as honest as a two-year-old gets she said "No, that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poo poo&lt;/span&gt;!"  Kevin and I began laughing and we just couldn't quit, we laughed till we cried.  Part of the continued laughter was because she was obviously proud because she was funny so she kept telling us that bread was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poo poo&lt;/span&gt; ... and then of course she didn't want to eat any of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poo poo&lt;/span&gt; (even though we told here that it was bread and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poo poo&lt;/span&gt;). The rest of the meal was good and she ate her chicken and fries, because nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;resembled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poo poo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-6192986930329506697?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/6192986930329506697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=6192986930329506697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/6192986930329506697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/6192986930329506697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-poo-poo.html' title='That&apos;s Poo Poo'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-6668222536574795421</id><published>2008-12-19T11:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:26:14.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa is bringing ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUvZHw6Gt8I/AAAAAAAAALc/5OrHm3UCNCA/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281553715432961986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUvZHw6Gt8I/AAAAAAAAALc/5OrHm3UCNCA/s320/Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa came to school Wednesday to visit all of the kids. I wasn't sure if Laney would want to sit on his lap (see Lights on the Landscape post). She did great. She told us that if you smile you get what you want and a candy cane ... guess that's what they told her at school. Thank goodness she won't be disappointed. Here is her picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-6668222536574795421?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/6668222536574795421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=6668222536574795421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/6668222536574795421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/6668222536574795421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-is-bringing.html' title='Santa is bringing ...'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUvZHw6Gt8I/AAAAAAAAALc/5OrHm3UCNCA/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-3383421056813294575</id><published>2008-12-18T09:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:56:38.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Nicolas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUpyn68sHyI/AAAAAAAAALU/JIs7YR2TbyI/s1600-h/DSC03165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281159543209598754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUpyn68sHyI/AAAAAAAAALU/JIs7YR2TbyI/s320/DSC03165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUpynlXAotI/AAAAAAAAALM/SeiByCyTCHs/s1600-h/DSC03164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281159537414415058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUpynlXAotI/AAAAAAAAALM/SeiByCyTCHs/s320/DSC03164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Shelly and Uncle Mike sent Laney this new sweater for her St. Nicolas Day present and she looked so cute in it I had to take her picture. She has started this new thing when she smiles for pictures to close her eyes, so then I have to tell her to open her eyes and we get this cute surprised look each and every time. Merry Merry!&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/2978966372096328570-3383421056813294575?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/3383421056813294575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=3383421056813294575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3383421056813294575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/3383421056813294575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/st-nicolas-day.html' title='St. Nicolas Day'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUpyn68sHyI/AAAAAAAAALU/JIs7YR2TbyI/s72-c/DSC03165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-9047614671195402884</id><published>2008-12-17T08:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:20:45.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited and I just can't hide it</title><content type='html'>When we first started discussing Christmas and asking Laney what she wanted all she asked for was Red Presents ... wow, that is easy!  So I wrapped everything in Red with Red bows and they are all safely hidden in the attic.  The hardest part about that was finding paper that wasn't red (or didn't have red as the main color) for all of our families gifts since they sit under the tree.  I accomplished this (thank you Hobby Lobby).  Well, we really haven't told her anything that Santa is bringing and since she didn't ask for anything we just bought her stuff she would like. Last week, she started asking for things ... she asked for a Dora (which we bought ... a doll and a movie) .... SCORE 1 ... she asked for a puppy (which we have bought and are picking up on Christmas Eve and she will get it on Christmas Day from Santa ... BIG SCORE 2 ... she asked for a slide and a swing (which Gigi, G-Dad and Nana got her, but it's really from Santa) ... BIG SCORE 3!  I am thinking to myself WHAT how did we do so well, we obviously really know our child.  Because she is getting what she wants this Christmas (all by accident) I am so very excited! When she told us she wanted a puppy I really got tears of joy because I was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; about all her new treasures!  We are having Christmas in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Texarkana&lt;/span&gt; with all my families this weekend and I know there are great things under their trees that will make her sparkly with joy.  I need to do some old toy clean out this week to get the playroom ready for her new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God everyday for all of our blessings and this year I feel so wonderfully and truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-9047614671195402884?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/9047614671195402884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=9047614671195402884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/9047614671195402884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/9047614671195402884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-excited-and-i-just-cant-hide-it.html' title='I&apos;m so excited and I just can&apos;t hide it'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-7979266609753602769</id><published>2008-12-14T07:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:46:30.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights on the Landscape</title><content type='html'>Last week we went to Garvan Woodland Gardens to see their Lights on&lt;br /&gt;the Landscape. This is normally a weekend activity, however ou&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUMQwz3p3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/FyGtse7-eyo/s1600-h/DSC03060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639620281673586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUMQwz3p3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/FyGtse7-eyo/s320/DSC03060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r weekends are few and far between before Christmas. Anyone else feel like your running out of time this year? Anyway, we had lots of fun and it was fab as always. When we pulled up I was excited to see that Santa would be visiting the Gingerbread House that evening. When we made it around to where Santa was we waited in line as all of the kids around us lit up with excitement, including Laney. We know Santa and his helper Pinky Clause so they were ext ta nice to us because Laney didn't want any part of him when it was h&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUMRZ6b6AI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9uM75AOO3cQ/s1600-h/DSC03064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639631315068930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUMRZ6b6AI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9uM75AOO3cQ/s320/DSC03064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er turn to&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUMQy3OjuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QtxIhREQR84/s1600-h/DSC03058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639620832628450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUMQy3OjuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QtxIhREQR84/s320/DSC03058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see Santa ... Dick aka Santa just told me to sit on his lap with her ... it was &lt;em&gt;OKAY &lt;/em&gt;and I stress &lt;em&gt;OKAY&lt;/em&gt;. So we left and went to look at more lights ... God Bless Her Soul, she wanted to go back to see Santa ... Regret, this may have been her first experience with that emotion. So we went back and then it was our turn and she wouldn't go in, Santa said well I'm come out there, and then he hugged Kevin, then me but not Laney ... she doesn't want hugs, kisses or anything from Santa, except Red Presents (however, even though she won't show Santa any love, I know she does love him and is excited about the season). &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUMQhGNb_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/A8mKX411jZ0/s1600-h/DSC03054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639616063631346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUMQhGNb_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/A8mKX411jZ0/s320/DSC03054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUNYAAacdI/AAAAAAAAALE/AqJbw3-rvks/s1600-h/DSC03063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279640844131529170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUNYAAacdI/AAAAAAAAALE/AqJbw3-rvks/s320/DSC03063.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/2978966372096328570-7979266609753602769?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/7979266609753602769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=7979266609753602769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7979266609753602769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/7979266609753602769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/lights-on-landscape.html' title='Lights on the Landscape'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SUUMQwz3p3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/FyGtse7-eyo/s72-c/DSC03060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8099249675610904106</id><published>2008-12-11T11:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:39:42.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Too many pictures to post seperatly so I made a slide show.  We had a full house at Thanksgiving ... our whole families were there (minus a few), I think we had 12! The food was great but the company was &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8d.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=648518346379208333&amp;amp;site=widget-8d.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=648518346379208333&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8d.slide.com/p1/648518346379208333/bb_t028_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=648518346379208333&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8d.slide.com/p2/648518346379208333/bb_t028_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=648518346379208333&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8d.slide.com/p4/648518346379208333/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/2978966372096328570-8099249675610904106?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8099249675610904106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8099249675610904106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8099249675610904106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8099249675610904106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-419633522830832528</id><published>2008-12-10T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:16:46.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Survey</title><content type='html'>Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate with lots of marshmallows and egg nog with that special sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;Both, only leaves out things that will look cool sitting out ... and this year Laney asked for red presents so all but 2 are wrapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hang mistletoe? I don’t have any but if I did I would hang it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you put your decorations up? Weekend after thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? Ham from Weldon's Meat Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite holiday memory as a child: one year drew had a bigger "pile" than me and I was feeling sad and pouting and then my dad brought me out a TV that was hidden ... also remember getting my dooney &amp; bourke ... also remember when Drew got a new truck ... and some new bicycles one year too ... goodness so so many good childhood Christmas memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? What there's no Santa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? Only Jammas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you decorate your Christmas Tree? With everything ... it’s fabulously and beautifully gaudy ... every year each of us gets an ornament that represents something with us (this year mine is an apple because it was my first time to go to NYC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow! Love it or Dread it? Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you ice skate? Yes, but I'm no Nancy Kerrigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your favorite gift? Um, diamond earring from Kevin ... and a really good shaded pearl necklace ... and everything else I've ever gotten (well almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most important thing about the Holidays for you? Teaching Laney about Christmas and what it all really means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? Coconut Cream Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your holiday tradition? Christmas Eve service, dinner (starting a new tradition this year and ordering pizza), reading the real Christmas story and Twas the night before Christmas ... Christmas day ... presents, breakfast, and late lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What tops your tree? A gold and frosted glass star Kevin and I bought our first year married ... its broken. We also have the first star from the first Christmas tree we shared ... it's not very pretty, I think it cost $1 ... on our tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer giving or receiving? Giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Christmas Song? Traditional: O Holy Night ... Non-Traditional: Christmas in Dixie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Canes? Yum or yuck? Yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want for Christmas? Stuff for our house. But I have to say I am super pumped about my present from Kevin this year ... I haven't said I wanted anything and he has been very secretive so I am so excited to see what it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you attend an annual Christmas Party? Several ... Tis the Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dress up on Christmas or wear PJs? Jammas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a Santa hat? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you normally spend Christmas with? My wonderful beautiful little family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-419633522830832528?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/419633522830832528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=419633522830832528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/419633522830832528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/419633522830832528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-survey.html' title='A Christmas Survey'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-6844835881954433988</id><published>2008-12-06T07:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:50:58.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Cap of Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>Before we made it to "Christmas Vacation," I thought I would share a few pictures of our Seaside Vacation we made in September. It was Laney's first time at the beach ... and let me tell you, we have a BEACH BABY! She loved it and had so much fun. It was the best vacation and I can't wait to take her back. I created a slide show of a few pictures of our trip.  There were too many so I had to narrow it down.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-25.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=3386706919783583013&amp;amp;site=widget-25.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=3386706919783583013&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p1/3386706919783583013/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=3386706919783583013&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p2/3386706919783583013/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=3386706919783583013&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p4/3386706919783583013/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/2978966372096328570-6844835881954433988?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/6844835881954433988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=6844835881954433988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/6844835881954433988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/6844835881954433988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/re-cap-of-summer-vacation.html' title='Re-Cap of Summer Vacation'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-1926556693569088551</id><published>2008-12-05T07:21:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:26:36.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How we live our life</title><content type='html'>Me, Kevin, &amp;amp; Laney ... my little family ... this is how we live our lives: on the go having fun. That is one thing that me and Kev both think is so important ... to have fun ... our lives shouldn't be all business. If you aren't having fun you are wasting the time God has given you. We are silly and I love it that way!!!! Here are some pictures of us living our lives ... theses were all taken last week after Thanksgiving ... I will post Thanksgiving pictures as soon as mom sends them to me (come on mom!). &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laney loves Gracie ... she gets so excited to hug he&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STksnw-vTuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E-jM3jlfqPM/s1600-h/DSC03052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276297500115816162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STksnw-vTuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E-jM3jlfqPM/s320/DSC03052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r, she tells her bye and gives her a hug and a kiss every morning before we leave and as soon as we get in the car after school, she says go see daddy? go see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gracie&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Laney's first bedroom Christmas tree, she picked out the tree and put all the ornaments on by herself. And she wants it on ALL the time. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STkuyRsSYMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5d07jr9EWRU/s1600-h/DSC03049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276299879718740162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STkuyRsSYMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5d07jr9EWRU/s320/DSC03049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Aunt Shelly's dog Abbye. Laney made her a pallet and got her a baby to sleep with and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STksVusYXaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TQvKTfcpjKo/s1600-h/DSC03047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276297190264298914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STksVusYXaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TQvKTfcpjKo/s320/DSC03047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got her a pillow. Abbye was good for a little while, then she got up off her pallet and Laney keep telling her to get back ... to funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some Razorback tailgating pictures. This was a game that I wanted to leave, esp. at half time when it was really raining ... but goodness gracious ... what a game, so glad we stayed. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STksUziyfII/AAAAAAAAAJE/haUqQzBMInM/s1600-h/DSC03040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276297174386375810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STksUziyfII/AAAAAAAAAJE/haUqQzBMInM/s320/DSC03040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STksUfMHShI/AAAAAAAAAI8/887gcsEMUeY/s1600-h/DSC03036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276297168922561042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STksUfMHShI/AAAAAAAAAI8/887gcsEMUeY/s320/DSC03036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STkvM7MCjCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TMohPFHtT5I/s1600-h/DSC03041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276300337534372898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STkvM7MCjCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TMohPFHtT5I/s320/DSC03041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found Laney sleeping like this in her playroom. She was worn out! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STkvWsdSAKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GpxHuoMAbME/s1600-h/DSC03032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276300505378848930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STkvWsdSAKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GpxHuoMAbME/s320/DSC03032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/2978966372096328570-1926556693569088551?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/1926556693569088551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=1926556693569088551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/1926556693569088551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/1926556693569088551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-we-live-our-life.html' title='How we live our life'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/STksnw-vTuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E-jM3jlfqPM/s72-c/DSC03052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-4154931073904784806</id><published>2008-11-13T10:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:52:59.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funday Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRxXMunTrMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GZtOeRwZkVs/s1600-h/DSC03029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268181540299582658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRxXMunTrMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GZtOeRwZkVs/s320/DSC03029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laney and I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Funday&lt;/span&gt; Sunday this weekend ... we loaded up and went shopping all afternoon, had treats in Books A Million and bought some Christmas presents and got a few other things we needed ... we had so much fun and the weather was beautiful, perfect for an outdoor shopping experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRxXXY0QWlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BvWqbVrXSWo/s1600-h/DSC03027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268181723426871890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRxXXY0QWlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BvWqbVrXSWo/s320/DSC03027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home we changed out of our clothes and as you can see she wanted to leave her boots on but was continent taking off her outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRxYKsBtauI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hZA-icKxTDs/s1600-h/DSC03030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182604756904674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRxYKsBtauI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hZA-icKxTDs/s320/DSC03030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we finally got the PJ's on as long as we left our boots on. I walked out of her room for about 5 minutes and came back in and found her very asleep ... the day of shopping wore her out!&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/2978966372096328570-4154931073904784806?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/4154931073904784806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=4154931073904784806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4154931073904784806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4154931073904784806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/11/funday-sunday.html' title='Funday Sunday'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRxXMunTrMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GZtOeRwZkVs/s72-c/DSC03029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-1361452640882918453</id><published>2008-11-12T16:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:06:41.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRtTOSDi_ZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/v0hR3Ymhuyc/s1600-h/DSC02936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267895693969915282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRtTOSDi_ZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/v0hR3Ymhuyc/s320/DSC02936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some pictures of Laney at Halloween! Enjoy our little cave girl!  I made her costume and she is wearing shoes that were mine when I was here age! Pays off to keep things:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRtTGQj-8wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/J11u_fwgepQ/s1600-h/DSC02934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267895556130140930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRtTGQj-8wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/J11u_fwgepQ/s320/DSC02934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-1361452640882918453?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/1361452640882918453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=1361452640882918453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/1361452640882918453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/1361452640882918453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-halloween.html' title='Finally Halloween'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRtTOSDi_ZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/v0hR3Ymhuyc/s72-c/DSC02936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-5798534620238545916</id><published>2008-11-04T17:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:36:44.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Big Girl Panties</title><content type='html'>Laney did excellent today ... YEAH!!  She didn't have any pee pee accidents ... potty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. However, as some of you know the poop is harder and she did that twice in her big girl panties.  But we are super excited about the pee pee ... one step at a time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-5798534620238545916?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/5798534620238545916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=5798534620238545916' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5798534620238545916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5798534620238545916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-big-girl-panties.html' title='Update on Big Girl Panties'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-4865495802974023366</id><published>2008-11-04T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:37:36.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day for Laney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRBsDIH3GpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ql8BF0ZL8Bo/s1600-h/dora.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264826765371972242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRBsDIH3GpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ql8BF0ZL8Bo/s320/dora.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today at school Laney is wearing Big Girl Panties for the first time. We have been doing this at home on the weekends and evenings, but today is the first time out of the house in real panties!! She was excited (we are too:)! I will let you know how it goes ... we sent her in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt; (easy to wash), extra clothes and extra panties ... woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt; ... my baby is growing up ... boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! She went in Dora the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Explorer&lt;/span&gt; (whom she loves) panties ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-4865495802974023366?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/4865495802974023366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=4865495802974023366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4865495802974023366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4865495802974023366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-day-for-laney.html' title='Big Day for Laney'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SRBsDIH3GpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ql8BF0ZL8Bo/s72-c/dora.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-1667286095755954302</id><published>2008-10-31T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:22:51.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Funny Story</title><content type='html'>We have been practicing "Trick or Treat" and teaching Laney how to do it and what will happen when we say it at doors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;.  This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; we had this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "What are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to say when we knock on people's doors tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Open the door up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I about died laughing at her sweet honest response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-1667286095755954302?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/1667286095755954302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=1667286095755954302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/1667286095755954302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/1667286095755954302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-funny-story.html' title='Quick Funny Story'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-9182927872243965162</id><published>2008-10-30T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:25:37.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQoJmu-pBII/AAAAAAAAAH0/lByRQwrYYb8/s1600-h/DSC02932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263029675586290818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQoJmu-pBII/AAAAAAAAAH0/lByRQwrYYb8/s320/DSC02932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two new cute photos to share ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was before school on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQoJ3WggzrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IuH91xvZ0hI/s1600-h/DSC02929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263029961075248818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQoJ3WggzrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IuH91xvZ0hI/s320/DSC02929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this was this weekend ... Laney playing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sally Jane" in my socks and her goggles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/2978966372096328570-9182927872243965162?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/9182927872243965162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=9182927872243965162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/9182927872243965162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/9182927872243965162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-cutie.html' title='Our Cutie'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQoJmu-pBII/AAAAAAAAAH0/lByRQwrYYb8/s72-c/DSC02932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-4473711839581395834</id><published>2008-10-28T20:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:06:51.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</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;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; blogged in a week or so so I have a lot of catching up to do. First this is our new house:)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQfC448ouYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bJZnyyFEDk0/s1600-h/DSC02861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262388972220889474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQfC448ouYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bJZnyyFEDk0/s320/DSC02861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQfC4teiihI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ek3Lnv2lRjc/s1600-h/DSC02860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262388969141864978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQfC4teiihI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ek3Lnv2lRjc/s320/DSC02860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom brought Granny up to see the house and to have brunch ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262389282039214146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQfDK7HFMEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ubf8vahy8qE/s320/DSC02863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to the fair. We went last year, but Laney was too small to enjoy it. She LOVED the rides. On that day, I was very thankful that I wasn't Blessed with height ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A classic, and our first ride.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262390265255605842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQfEEJ4ItlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yqyEALTPfmM/s320/DSC02876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her FAVORITE ride (our little risk taker, her father's child), we rode it a lot, over and over, I must admit, it was fun and the joy on her face was precious.  She finally let go and kept her hands in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262390288051111490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQfEFezAhkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZBRM1Jql2RY/s320/DSC02919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing a game, every duck she picked up had the same number.  She won a trumpet, but we lost it at the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262390291352456290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQfEFrGHDGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IwuCB16BBrM/s320/DSC02914.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/2978966372096328570-4473711839581395834?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/4473711839581395834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=4473711839581395834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4473711839581395834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4473711839581395834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SQfC448ouYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bJZnyyFEDk0/s72-c/DSC02861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8506217131927394254</id><published>2008-10-15T09:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:58:44.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasso the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SPYEVAZ7YCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4VVVngOKJBs/s1600-h/full_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257394373934145570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="244" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SPYEVAZ7YCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4VVVngOKJBs/s320/full_moon.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll take it. Then what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday Laney tried to jump to grab the moon. Thought it was really cute and adorable. Then this morning we were getting to the car--and you know how that is, mornings can be incredulous sometimes in good and not so good ways--she walked halfway down the driveway and was looking to the sky. I was in my normal "come on we have to go to school mode" and she looked and said &lt;em&gt;I have to get the moon&lt;/em&gt; and she tried to jump at the sky she then looked at me and said &lt;em&gt;where did the moon go &lt;/em&gt;so then I explained the difference between night and day. She wants the moon so bad ... I wish I could get it for her. But then again she already has moonbeams shooting out of her fingers and toes and the ends of her hair.&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/2978966372096328570-8506217131927394254?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8506217131927394254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8506217131927394254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8506217131927394254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8506217131927394254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/10/lasso-moon.html' title='Lasso the Moon'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SPYEVAZ7YCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4VVVngOKJBs/s72-c/full_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8301145797733276978</id><published>2008-10-08T15:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:31:56.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SO0XXC2v7VI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yxSl9WnlyTM/s1600-h/King.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254882024882171218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SO0XXC2v7VI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yxSl9WnlyTM/s320/King.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Mom called to tell me she took King to the vet and was going to have to put him to sleep. I cried. We got him 13 years ago. He was the best, sweetest most faithful dog. He was a gentle soul in a big body. He loved his family and all the dogs that we've added over the years. He had become a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;companion&lt;/span&gt; to my Granny and didn't let her leave his sight. Sweet king enjoy doggy heaven ... find Sadie, you know she will be up for playing with you forever.  Photo of King that Mom took this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-8301145797733276978?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8301145797733276978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8301145797733276978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8301145797733276978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8301145797733276978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/10/king.html' title='King'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SO0XXC2v7VI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yxSl9WnlyTM/s72-c/King.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-4688918298031105891</id><published>2008-10-07T20:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:26:16.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share a little about our first summer vacation ... we went to New York City the end of June. We stayed in NYC for 3 days and then went to Massachusetts for our cousin Liz's wedding. It was mine and Laney's first time in NYC, but it won't be the last. There is so much more to see. Enjoy the pcitures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laney on her first plane ride ... she had her moments but overall she was good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254585105861444866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwJUFTuBQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z6SqvfJz-1Q/s320/DSC01883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lady Liberty seen from the Hudson River.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254586008362289186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwKInYsCCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/686Ld5uO6Xs/s320/DSC01909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan skyline from the Hudson River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwKIolZNMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BgvhYGc1g5Y/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254586008684016834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwKIolZNMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BgvhYGc1g5Y/s320/DSC01922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laney with riding on top of the Double Decker bus in Times Square. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwKImm19GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8KgIYkZI0ZY/s1600-h/DSC01953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254586008153224290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwKImm19GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8KgIYkZI0ZY/s320/DSC01953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin met Samual L. Jackson ... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwKI_o2fyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9kJ0Abiyohw/s1600-h/DSC01965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254586014872534818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwKI_o2fyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9kJ0Abiyohw/s320/DSC01965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Yasser Arafat ... HAHA ... not really this is Madame Tussaud's Wax Museam! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254586011758582130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwKI0CbWXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EXmV14WUeJU/s320/DSC01969.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dancing in the booth at a VERY late dinner at Bubba Gump's in Time Square.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM4t6OukI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3iiaoCULVZg/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254589033770564162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM4t6OukI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3iiaoCULVZg/s320/DSC01994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the VERY late dinner at the M&amp;amp;M store &amp;amp; Laney was so excited to finally be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM4goZHdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_ntM7D_OoZA/s1600-h/DSC02007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254589030206086610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM4goZHdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_ntM7D_OoZA/s320/DSC02007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Toys R Us in Time Square ... they have a ferris wheel inside the store! We couldn't buy tickets quick enough ... she was ready to ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM5LD0DbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_FYgVSTAo1s/s1600-h/DSC02018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254589041595387314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM5LD0DbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_FYgVSTAo1s/s320/DSC02018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin and I in Rockefeller Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM5aDv8BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-fXd8AMZVvs/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254589045621649426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM5aDv8BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-fXd8AMZVvs/s320/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin and I on Top of the Rock, that is Central Park behind us.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM5VkOrVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dtLHyYHvwAs/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254589044415704402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwM5VkOrVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dtLHyYHvwAs/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwKIolZNMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BgvhYGc1g5Y/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-4688918298031105891?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/4688918298031105891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=4688918298031105891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4688918298031105891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/4688918298031105891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York New York'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SOwJUFTuBQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z6SqvfJz-1Q/s72-c/DSC01883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8566910042603812859</id><published>2008-10-01T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:36:10.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are changing</title><content type='html'>All I really have to say is I am so glad Fall is in the air ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!  I love the fall smell and all that goes along with it.  I love the big spider webs I have started finding.  The air is crisp and has a bite.  This morning my car said it was 54 degrees ... I am putting up Halloween and fall decorations this week.  I got the material for Laney's Halloween costume yesterday (she picked it out) and can't wait to start sewing it.  Yes, I make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homemade&lt;/span&gt; Halloween costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still don't have Internet at home ... I am about to pull my hair out!  And now I had an appointment this AM for a tech to come to my house and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; come so I am on the phone now with them and they are saying the ticket is closed WHAT??????? so hopefully they will reschedule for this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing going on at our house is potty training.  We started a month or so ago and it's going okay.  But there is no point in potty training when you have a diaper on (in my opinion), so in the evening and on the weekends if you were to show up at our house you would find a sweet little girl running around in her big girl panties (no not me ... Laney).  She loves them and asks for them.  She is doing pretty good ... but sometimes she forgets and oops, and then that hurts her feelings cause she messed up but we tell her its okay and then she is okay.  I do have to say though I think that has prompted her to take her diaper off when she pee pees or poo poos in it ... she has taken it off and brought it to us several times ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-8566910042603812859?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8566910042603812859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8566910042603812859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8566910042603812859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8566910042603812859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-are-changing.html' title='Things are changing'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-2439334482382310232</id><published>2008-09-26T11:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:13:21.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SN0VToysjOI/AAAAAAAAADY/4UbYq11Xi7s/s1600-h/Oktoberfest2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250376167695617250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SN0VToysjOI/AAAAAAAAADY/4UbYq11Xi7s/s320/Oktoberfest2008.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark your calendar and join the Chamber for the 34&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Annual Arkansas Oktoberfest! Bring your family and friends … and don’t be shy … tell everyone you know about it. &lt;a title="https://wcws.weblinkconnect.com/WC_eCommerce/EventReg/Event_Registration.aspx?EventID=" href="https://wcws.weblinkconnect.com/WC_eCommerce/EventReg/Event_Registration.aspx?EventID=323Z7R85&amp;amp;lk=BY6S81998X1W3N1E3X2D3L8V6I" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" lk="BY6S81998X1W3N1E3X2D3L8V6I"&gt;Click here to buy tickets now!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laney and I at last year's Oktoberfest ... my my how things change in a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250378883607674738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SN0XxuWlv3I/AAAAAAAAADg/1idVEvg19kQ/s320/07-10-05-199.bmp" 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/2978966372096328570-2439334482382310232?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/2439334482382310232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=2439334482382310232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/2439334482382310232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/2439334482382310232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/09/mark-your-calendar-and-join-chamber-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SN0VToysjOI/AAAAAAAAADY/4UbYq11Xi7s/s72-c/Oktoberfest2008.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8689579441766883362</id><published>2008-09-26T11:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:12:06.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Laney's room?</title><content type='html'>So we began our move into our new house a week ago today.  And we are all in pictures on the walls and everything.  We have a little left to do but should have it all done this weekend.  Which is nice since the next few weekends are full of activities.  Let me know if you want our new address ... I will send it to you ... after all it is almost Christmas card time (I cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it (for those of you with kids that was said in the tone Leo says on Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Einsteins&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)).  Anyway, our Internet at home is still not working so I haven't blogged any pictures of the beach or our new house, but as soon as it is up and running I will send pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny Laney story: So our new house is quiet a bit larger than our old house and essentially Laney has 2 rooms ... her bedroom and a playroom.  Last Saturday when we were moving her and Gigi came for a visit to see what we had accomplished.  She was playing in her new play room for a while.  Then she came out in the great room (which has a fireplace in the middle that you can see from both sides, walk around it if you will) and she was running around it and then looked at me and said "Where is Laney's room?" so I pointed to her bed room ... and she walked in there and then right back out and said "That's not Laney's room!"  She looked so perplexed as she keep walking around trying to find her room.  Then she pointed to the play room and said "There it is!" and was so proud that she found her way and wasn't lost anymore ... cutie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me assure you she knows where both of her rooms are now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-8689579441766883362?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8689579441766883362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8689579441766883362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8689579441766883362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8689579441766883362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/09/wheres-laneys-room.html' title='Where&apos;s Laney&apos;s room?'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-5669026954266251972</id><published>2008-09-12T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:58:30.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Indy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SMp1dGs7RNI/AAAAAAAAADI/sE6XdE6q4oE/s1600-h/INDIANAPOLIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245133858902066386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SMp1dGs7RNI/AAAAAAAAADI/sE6XdE6q4oE/s320/INDIANAPOLIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am leaving Indy today... so ready to get home. Our flight leaves here at 12:30 (CST) and will get to LR at 4:40 ... We are flying from here to Detroit and have 30 minutes from the time we land there till we take off ... Pray our flight from Indy to Detroit is ON TIME! So as we leave here, Hot Springs is preparing for another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hurricane&lt;/span&gt; ... crazy how we don't live near the ocean but we are on track to so far have 2 hurricane's in Hot Springs. Goodness. I hope it holds off ... we want to take Laney to the fair in the morning. Ta-ta for now:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-5669026954266251972?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/5669026954266251972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=5669026954266251972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5669026954266251972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/5669026954266251972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/09/leaving-indy.html' title='Leaving Indy'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SMp1dGs7RNI/AAAAAAAAADI/sE6XdE6q4oE/s72-c/INDIANAPOLIS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8342460333607115306</id><published>2008-09-09T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:00:32.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Pig Sooie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SMbVv4Mbd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/eQc7B4M2TXE/s1600-h/IMAGE_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244113834634606450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SMbVv4Mbd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/eQc7B4M2TXE/s320/IMAGE_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get back till late Friday, so Laney and I didn't go to the Razorback game ... but that didn't stop us from dressing the part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-8342460333607115306?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8342460333607115306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8342460333607115306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8342460333607115306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8342460333607115306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/09/woo-pig-sooie.html' title='Woo Pig Sooie'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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/_w7gyfBoNSwM/SMbVv4Mbd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/eQc7B4M2TXE/s72-c/IMAGE_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978966372096328570.post-8076755980443946190</id><published>2008-09-08T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:29:46.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friend</title><content type='html'>So I am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indianapolis&lt;/span&gt;.  Kevin is taking care of Laney while I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls this afternoon and tells me the following story about our very smart 2 year old (who is in a new class with new kids).  "When I went in to get Laney from school today she said 'Daddy this is Noah.' I said to Noah 'Is your name Noah?' and she said 'This is Noah.' She made a new friend and introduced us this afternoon,"Kevin told me.  &lt;em&gt;And ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; ... how cute, my heart was melting.  Then he proceeded to tell me ...&lt;/em&gt; "When we were in the car on the way home she first asked for a book to look at so I gave her one then she said 'Daddy sing,' so I was singing then she said 'Sing loud,' so I did and then she told me 'Don't sing too loud I'm trying to read.'" &lt;em&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; now I'm really melting, she is so smart and has such a great vocabulary ... we are so proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back on Friday from our first beach trip with Laney.  I do want to tell you about it and add pictures, but they are on my laptop at home (as opposed to my work laptop which I have with me) so until I get back home the posting will have to wait,however, I will say we had an absolutely wonderful time, Laney loved the beach and the ocean and she was an amazing doll the whole time.  But I will write about our adventures soon, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-8076755980443946190?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/8076755980443946190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=8076755980443946190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8076755980443946190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/8076755980443946190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-friend.html' title='New Friend'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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-2978966372096328570.post-2767991463454659845</id><published>2008-09-07T16:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:27:44.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Purpose</title><content type='html'>This blog is here to show our friends and family what we are up to ... so here moving forward you can check back here to see what Kevin, Amanda &amp;amp; Laney (the most adorable, unbelievably smart and sweet as honey little girl) are up to. We are going to share our joys, love and laughter with you through words, pictures and video (don't you just love technology!). Ta-ta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2978966372096328570-2767991463454659845?l=thethreebryants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/feeds/2767991463454659845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2978966372096328570&amp;postID=2767991463454659845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/2767991463454659845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2978966372096328570/posts/default/2767991463454659845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethreebryants.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-catch-you-up.html' title='Special Purpose'/><author><name>The Bryant's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06016491339191011350</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></feed>
