<?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-4355610626737775027</id><updated>2012-01-23T07:54:55.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Crazy Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-1256172077260134559</id><published>2011-11-19T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:27:18.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School and a visit from good friends...</title><content type='html'>Its been almost a month since Callie has been to a whole day of school. Even as I write this, I am shocked that Callie has been out of school for that long. I have to say that in spite of the fact that I was nervous to go to the meeting with her teachers/principle, it went really well. They were all really compassionate and wanted to do what is best for Callie. It is so hard to know what to do for her because she is unable to keep up with school right now, but if the medicine works, she will be able to get back to her life soon. We decided that (for now) she would concentrate on English when she feels good enough to do school work. And if need be, she would make up the credits for this semester later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time Callie is down with a headache. It seems though, that there is a small portion of the day that she is up and able to do a little work. So hopefully she will at least get to have her English credit. Well, really I hope that her medicine works soon for so many reasons, but one of them being school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie has gotten a bit lonely lately. Today her friends, Beca and Emma came and spent part of the day with her. Callie told me multiple times how happy she was that they were here. At one point she had a glazed look on her face. I asked her how she felt and she said, "my head hurts, but I'm just so happy that they are here." When she said that, she looked like she was going to cry. All and all though, she had a good day.  For most of the day she said that her pain was around a 6. She even went out for lunch. She didn't really eat much but at least she got out of the house with her friends for a little while. Its amazing what a little emotional pick me up will do for all over health. For which I am very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie just told me that she has a ringing in her ear. Her head pain is at a 7. I hope it subsides and she is able to get some sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1256172077260134559?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1256172077260134559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1256172077260134559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1256172077260134559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1256172077260134559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/11/school-and-visit-from-good-friends.html' title='School and a visit from good friends...'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-2483535841481978437</id><published>2011-11-17T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T13:44:22.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie/ Update</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a busy day for us. First, I took Callie to the Orthodontist to see if her braces were ready to come off. I was really hoping they were because with her head hurting so bad, we thought that it might help her feel better. I was excited when we were told that the top ones could go! It is so nice to see her pretty top teeth without braces. They really turned out nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie, was rather miserable though. Her head hurt really bad. She kept complaining that the left side of her head, and her left eye hurt the most. It seemed strange to me that it was hurting so bad because from her last vision test, her right side was worse than the left side. (Last month we were told that because pressure from the Psudotumor, Callie has some blind spots, which are worse on the right side.) Yesterday afternoon, I took her to the eye Doc. He found that her LEFT side has significantly worse blind spots, and her right side was only slightly worse. This was very disappointing . The Nero Doc saw the report this morning and called me. He said he wants Callie to see an Opthamologist, so that if she ends up needing surgery on her optic nerve they can be ready. I think I mentioned in my previous post that the most serious side affect of Psudotumor Cerebral is vision loss. The Nero Doc said that it shouldn't be a problem if we stay on our toes. He also said that if Callie has any vision changes (double vision, blurred vision, etc.) then to take her strait to the ER).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my meeting with Callie's school teachers and principle. I am a bit nervous about it. I told the Dr. this, and he said that they cant fail Callie for being sick. I hope he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, someone brought us some really yummy pumpkin bread. I think I've ate more of that than I should have.... Oh well we only live once right? Might as well eat all we can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-2483535841481978437?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2483535841481978437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=2483535841481978437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2483535841481978437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2483535841481978437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/11/callie-eye-update.html' title='Callie/ Update'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-4413310446026251964</id><published>2011-11-14T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:18:10.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie/ Pseudotumor Cerebri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pseudotumor Cerebri~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pseudotumor Cerebri, are two nasty words to me. When I first heard them (just a little over one month ago) I could barley pronounce them. I remember talking to our Pediatrician (Dr. Baily) the morning after we first saw the Nero Dr. (Dr. Cook). I had to explain the condition to her because I couldn't remember the name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Cook gave me a few papers to read on this condition. But, its basically when a person has to much brain and spinal fluid. This creates a lot of pressure, and as a result......... headaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie has had headaches for about a year now. Over the course of the year they progressed in frequency until they got to be daily, and even further until they became a 24/7 problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Callie's scale of pain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-4~ mild headache, normally she can ignore these and still do school work, play sports, watch t.v., hang out with friends, and so on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-6~ she can kind of ignore these, and do somethings like watch t.v., or visit with friends. Its just hard to focus on school work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-8~ she cant do anything with a headache this bad. No loud noises, no t.v..... Nothing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie has never had a headache that she has described to be above an 8. I hope she never does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up until about the beginning of October her average headache was either at 5 or below. (75%) 5 or below. (25%) above a 5. Then, suddenly the tables turned and she started having bad head pain 75% of the time and mild pain 25% of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last 4 weeks, Callie has been in the hospital 2 times. After 2 Lumbar Punctures (spinal taps) She has been "solidly diagnosed" with Pseudotumor Cerebri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some things I have learned about the condition....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It is VERY uncommon in children and teens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It is scary. Her vision has been affected to a small degree. One of the bad side affects of this is vision loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If medication doesn't work...... Well, I'm just going to pray that the medication works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Its depressing to read other peoples stories associated with this condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie is on a medicine called Diamox. It is suppose to help her body get rid of the extra Cerebral fluid. We were told that it would take a while before we notice a difference in her headaches. For now though, her head and eyes hurt really bad. I talk to Dr. Cook about it today and he told me to try to get her into an eye Dr. (hopefully tomorrow) to make sure her vision hasn't changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hasn't gone to school in over 3 weeks (maybe 4, I'm loosing track of time). I have a meeting with her principle and teachers on Thursday to figure out what to do for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Callie and I were talking about how crazy it is that she went from being my biggest helper, right hand child, to one that needs me the most. Dr. Cook said that when kids develop this they normally out grow it. I am praying so hard that Callie does so that she can have a normal life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many people have helped us. I don't even know how to express my gratitude for all the acts of kindness people have shown to our family. Both while Callie was in the hospital, and since she has been home. I almost cry every time I think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie was given a blessing when she was in the hospital the last time. She was told that trough this, she would gain experience. She was also told that her body would heal. I felt the spirit so strong, I believe that she will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, I hope :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-4413310446026251964?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4413310446026251964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=4413310446026251964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4413310446026251964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4413310446026251964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/11/callie-pseudotumor-cerebri.html' title='Callie/ Pseudotumor Cerebri'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-2813000530842605338</id><published>2011-08-17T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T21:02:47.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oedtmobnSSM/TkyYFOrEoTI/AAAAAAAABD0/52ATh0HuYJk/s1600/DSC_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642051648793911602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oedtmobnSSM/TkyYFOrEoTI/AAAAAAAABD0/52ATh0HuYJk/s400/DSC_0784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9VQ47b760/TkyYErGymtI/AAAAAAAABDs/PJepI1O-tBI/s1600/DSC_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642051639246494418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9VQ47b760/TkyYErGymtI/AAAAAAAABDs/PJepI1O-tBI/s400/DSC_0741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5MqiymCyEg/TkyYEXjUE2I/AAAAAAAABDk/EAtWUDUn1xU/s1600/DSC_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642051633997419362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5MqiymCyEg/TkyYEXjUE2I/AAAAAAAABDk/EAtWUDUn1xU/s400/DSC_0709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xvgROyyDVY/TkyYEFLax1I/AAAAAAAABDc/Mx26RwgE77M/s1600/DSC_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642051629065357138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xvgROyyDVY/TkyYEFLax1I/AAAAAAAABDc/Mx26RwgE77M/s400/DSC_0644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a big summer for Callie! She was promoted from 8th grade, went on the trek and turned 14. It's so weird that she is getting so old. This may sound strange but ever since having Callie, I've measured time through her. It hard to believe that 14 years have passed. As I write this I cant help but think of all we've been though, overcome and learned. I'm so grateful for the Gospel, the atonement and for the sweet girl that I've been trusted raise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of the things I love about Callie are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She helps me out SO much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is good with little kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She always wakes herself up for school. (My mom would have liked me to do that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is loyal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Callie. Thanks for being such a good girl!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-2813000530842605338?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2813000530842605338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=2813000530842605338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2813000530842605338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2813000530842605338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/08/14.html' title='14'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/-oedtmobnSSM/TkyYFOrEoTI/AAAAAAAABD0/52ATh0HuYJk/s72-c/DSC_0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6708953980112981660</id><published>2011-07-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:37:33.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2Fe-jd2CYc/TjOuC8UpGkI/AAAAAAAABDU/6n51Ld7PHlg/s1600/DSC_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635038924346300994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2Fe-jd2CYc/TjOuC8UpGkI/AAAAAAAABDU/6n51Ld7PHlg/s400/DSC_0768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sgFYNs1SkO8/TjOuCtwfvWI/AAAAAAAABDM/G14wrjVydLg/s1600/DSC_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635038920436596066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sgFYNs1SkO8/TjOuCtwfvWI/AAAAAAAABDM/G14wrjVydLg/s400/DSC_0520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFqNzFGiWRo/TjOuCb9s7DI/AAAAAAAABDE/IwM8ojAmVzs/s1600/DSC_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635038915660147762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFqNzFGiWRo/TjOuCb9s7DI/AAAAAAAABDE/IwM8ojAmVzs/s400/DSC_0510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dedicate this post to Eric. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric. Is. So. BIG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric is Funny. He makes us laugh all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric is living in the world of cowboyhood. I think it is so cute. I want to take him to a western store and buy him everything his little cowboy self desires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric is loving. He is always quick to give hugs and kisses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric loves to play with his "friends". I babysit a couple little boys his age and each morning when he wakes up he asks me if his friends are coming over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric loves to help me cook. He always tells me he's my "cooker helper". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric is sarcastic. He loves to tell his dad that he loves the teams his dad hates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric says sweet prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric has the most beautiful eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric is such a blessing in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric had a b-day a few months ago, and is now #4. Because he has an April B-day, he barley made it into T-ball. He loved it. He actually wore his T-ball clothes today, and the season ended over a month ago! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Eric!&lt;br /&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/4355610626737775027-6708953980112981660?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6708953980112981660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6708953980112981660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6708953980112981660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6708953980112981660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-about-eric.html' title='All About Eric'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/-N2Fe-jd2CYc/TjOuC8UpGkI/AAAAAAAABDU/6n51Ld7PHlg/s72-c/DSC_0768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-5074355429321222041</id><published>2011-07-27T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T17:52:21.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob is 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5avD6cHM7g/TjCynqBmnMI/AAAAAAAABC8/l_UFPsb8Kck/s1600/DSC_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634199528206146754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5avD6cHM7g/TjCynqBmnMI/AAAAAAAABC8/l_UFPsb8Kck/s400/DSC_0367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMRnmKGSHB8/TjCefbn4-GI/AAAAAAAABC0/78grUkXs8J0/s1600/DSC_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634177396668692578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMRnmKGSHB8/TjCefbn4-GI/AAAAAAAABC0/78grUkXs8J0/s400/DSC_1028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67Z1YecCCbw/TjCee2jtP7I/AAAAAAAABCs/jzKF_O9eHVs/s1600/DSC_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634177386719035314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67Z1YecCCbw/TjCee2jtP7I/AAAAAAAABCs/jzKF_O9eHVs/s400/DSC_0419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7RS7NHRqLQ/TjCeelQTNyI/AAAAAAAABCk/0KLFvursSOw/s1600/DSC_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634177382074234658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7RS7NHRqLQ/TjCeelQTNyI/AAAAAAAABCk/0KLFvursSOw/s400/DSC_0575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I cant believe that my little Jakey is the big #2! He is such a fun little guy! It seemed like he stayed a baby forever and then over night grew up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the big boy things he can do are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knows his ABC's and the sound that goes with each letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is close to being potty trained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows about 5 different songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves to dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves to get shaved ice from his dad (he calls it ice machine).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so lucky to get to be Jacob's mom. He makes me laugh all the time. Happy b-day Jacob! &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/4355610626737775027-5074355429321222041?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5074355429321222041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=5074355429321222041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5074355429321222041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5074355429321222041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/07/jacob-is-2.html' title='Jacob is 2'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/--5avD6cHM7g/TjCynqBmnMI/AAAAAAAABC8/l_UFPsb8Kck/s72-c/DSC_0367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3062171631445293521</id><published>2011-07-27T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:58:08.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HrxBb-G43w/TjCVzIUcyZI/AAAAAAAABCE/tlV2pEBTioI/s1600/DSC_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634167839479613842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HrxBb-G43w/TjCVzIUcyZI/AAAAAAAABCE/tlV2pEBTioI/s400/DSC_0851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZOALwqXAMQ/TjCVy0wTr6I/AAAAAAAABB8/dlw6kf5jjF8/s1600/DSC_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634167834227748770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZOALwqXAMQ/TjCVy0wTr6I/AAAAAAAABB8/dlw6kf5jjF8/s400/DSC_0922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRIgCNuMrMU/TjCVysomQwI/AAAAAAAABB0/2WaO8Wz3Hts/s1600/DSC_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634167832047928066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRIgCNuMrMU/TjCVysomQwI/AAAAAAAABB0/2WaO8Wz3Hts/s400/DSC_0938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shad is getting so big! I cant believe he is already 5 months old. He is such a good baby. Sleeping through the night and all. Its crazy that he looks so different than Jacob. I need to get him in for pictures. I've been using a black sheet for the backdrop of a few, but it just dosent seem like enough. Um, Tiffany? &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/4355610626737775027-3062171631445293521?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3062171631445293521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3062171631445293521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3062171631445293521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3062171631445293521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/07/shad.html' title='Shad'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/-4HrxBb-G43w/TjCVzIUcyZI/AAAAAAAABCE/tlV2pEBTioI/s72-c/DSC_0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-9011407964034481315</id><published>2011-04-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:35:50.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUsxithq5LU/TbtjPR6VC0I/AAAAAAAABAM/RgsdmNuhyUs/s1600/DSC_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601179675722582850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUsxithq5LU/TbtjPR6VC0I/AAAAAAAABAM/RgsdmNuhyUs/s400/DSC_0391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XjgR-5KWaM/TbtjOzz8WpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/bLpIyZs59n8/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601179667642735250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XjgR-5KWaM/TbtjOzz8WpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/bLpIyZs59n8/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note: Pictures are in reverse order. In the first one he was 6 weeks old and in the second one he was 10 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to take a minute and post a little bit about our newest addition. Shad Benson Starkes was born on the 18th of February just 10 days before his due date. My pregnancy with him was by far the best &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; I have had. It really flew by, which could have been because I was so busy with our other kids that I didnt have time to notice I was pregnant! Although I could hardly miss the fact that I gained 50 lbs. Or that I now have stretchmarks on top of my stretchmarks! Oh well, he was WELL worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shad was 7.6 lbs and 21 in long. My labor with him was much like my pregnancy: fast and easy. I got to the hospital at 5:30 pm and he was born around 8:30 pm. I had the most wonderful epidural in the world. Brian compared it to going to a drive though rather than sitting down and eating at a nice restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shad is now a whopping 2 months old and is so very sweet. He doesn't look like any of the other kids, which makes him fit into our family all the better. &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/4355610626737775027-9011407964034481315?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/9011407964034481315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=9011407964034481315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/9011407964034481315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/9011407964034481315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/04/shad.html' title='Shad'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/-bUsxithq5LU/TbtjPR6VC0I/AAAAAAAABAM/RgsdmNuhyUs/s72-c/DSC_0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3524812975249167683</id><published>2011-02-12T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T07:46:28.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my valentine?</title><content type='html'>My 4th grader, Tyler came home from school yesterday and said, "mom, we need to go to the store and get candy for my class party on Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Long pause....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmmm, and we need to get something like chocolate for my Valentine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was a bit taken aback and asked how he acquired this, "Valentine". He said that he asked her. Apparently &lt;em&gt;all the boys in his class asked girls to be their Valentines, after all its just something kids his age do, &lt;/em&gt;he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a bit funny. I went ahead and let him get her something, but I plan on keeping a close eye on this situation. &lt;em&gt;A very close eye! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3524812975249167683?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3524812975249167683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3524812975249167683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3524812975249167683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3524812975249167683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-my-valentine.html' title='Be my valentine?'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-8974412913216714544</id><published>2011-02-06T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:18:42.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end and the beginning!</title><content type='html'>So here I find myself once again, at the end of one stage in life awaiting the beginning of a new one. Pregnancy seems so strange to me. To think that I have a little person inside of me, is kinda weird! I wonder if he knows things I don't know, like what his life will be like, or even little things like what the color of his hair and eyes will be. I wonder if he has said good bye to people on the other side, or if the vial will be thin enough for him to maintain a relationship a little longer......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A littler longer...... Those three words seem huge to me right now. I have three more weeks until my due date. I have never made it quite that far, but this time I hope I do. I hope he can stay put until his awaiting family can get over their sicknesses. I hope while I wait a little longer I can clean a little, rest a little and spend a little time with the children and hubby, who are all waiting a little longer with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this pregnancy for the most part has been uneventful. I never got morning sickness like with all of my others, which was a major blessing. Brian and I have talked several times about how we sometimes forget that I'm even pregnant. (Up until the last month or two anyway. Now I'm so big that it would be hard to forget!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a couple good friends had a "food shower" for me. Although I would much rather be invited to someones party than to have one of my own, it made me feel special and loved to have these friends help stock up my freezer with frozen dinners for after the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel bad that I have been bad about keeping this blog updated. I seems like time is moving so fast.... But I wanted to record my feelings at this stage in my life. I know that my life will be forever different in just a few short weeks from now. It seems so surreal. I'm a little scared of labor and delivery (like I am every time). I remembered being so worried before I had the last one and it ended up being my best labor/delivery. So, I hope this time around it turns out the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8974412913216714544?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8974412913216714544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8974412913216714544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8974412913216714544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8974412913216714544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2011/02/end-and-beginning.html' title='The end and the beginning!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-7616186081283554885</id><published>2010-10-07T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:25:49.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny conversation with Eric</title><content type='html'>Eric and I had a funny conversation today. I thought I'd share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Is this bed going to be Jakeys bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, its going to be the new babies bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Oh, our new baby girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Remember, we are going to have another little boy like you and Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Did you go to the doctor and get your tummy cut open and get a baby inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: (With out waiting for a response) Why did you do that? Um, when I get big and when I'm a girl I'm going to have the doctor put a lot of babies in my tummy..... A lot of boys and a lot of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Intentionally skipping his question) Well, you cant be a girl. Heavenly Father wanted you to be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation. Eric found something else to capture his attention. He is such a funny little boy. I love his age. He is turning into a big boy, but he is still trying to figure the world out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7616186081283554885?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7616186081283554885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7616186081283554885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7616186081283554885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7616186081283554885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-conversation-with-eric.html' title='Funny conversation with Eric'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-2522614954953776603</id><published>2010-09-29T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:25:41.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOY OH BOY!!!</title><content type='html'>On Monday I had my mid pregnancy ultrasound. Brian and I were able to pawn the two little kids off and go together (the other two were at school). Brian, Callie, Tyler and I were so sure it was a girl, but we still looked forward to having our feelings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confirmed&lt;/span&gt;. Much to our dismay however, as we looked on the screen during the ultrasound came something we were not expecting..... BOY PARTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler was totally fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to have another brother to adore him (like Jacob does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; oblivious 14 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though we were very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; we are also very excited..... Even Callie who is starting to accept the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-2522614954953776603?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2522614954953776603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=2522614954953776603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2522614954953776603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2522614954953776603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/09/boy-oh-boy.html' title='BOY OH BOY!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3088913655788948438</id><published>2010-09-01T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:53:56.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells of the holidays</title><content type='html'>For dinner tonight I tried a new chili recipe. It turned out to be REALLY yummy. The "secret" ingredient in it is allspice. I put a little of it in my hand and then added it to the pot. My hands now smell like Thanksgiving/Christmas! I cant wait for everyone to get home (to our messy house ;) so that I can feed them this yummy chili and then beg them to help me clean.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long day, and I am quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are up for a new recipe...... try this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashionablyfoodie.blogspot.com/search/label/crock%20pot%20dumps"&gt;http://fashionablyfoodie.blogspot.com/search/label/crock%20pot%20dumps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The allspice will make you fill all warm and fuzzy inside. I love the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3088913655788948438?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3088913655788948438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3088913655788948438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3088913655788948438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3088913655788948438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/09/smells-of-holidays.html' title='Smells of the holidays'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-945975879400689624</id><published>2010-08-29T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:40:41.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric!</title><content type='html'>I've been going though some of Jacobs clothes (a never ending task, it seems). Anyway, apparently Eric found the pile I set aside to be put away. Eric has been wearing this outfit (minus the hat) all day. He loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/THsPiaXks6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/yhabVMv8oOo/s1600/eric+in+jacobs+clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511015652886098850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/THsPiaXks6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/yhabVMv8oOo/s400/eric+in+jacobs+clothes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a nut! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-945975879400689624?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/945975879400689624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=945975879400689624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/945975879400689624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/945975879400689624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/08/eric.html' title='Eric!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/THsPiaXks6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/yhabVMv8oOo/s72-c/eric+in+jacobs+clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-4857758545495721361</id><published>2010-08-27T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:01:20.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another up-date</title><content type='html'>It's pretty sad when my last two posts have been titled "up-date" (both created months apart)! Oh well, that's my life I guess. I barley have time to think anymore, so taking time to record my thoughts has been out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe that it's almost September! Callie and Tyler both have pigs again for the fair. They are counting down the days until they can get rid of them. It's been a good experience for them, but it will be nice to not have the responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie is playing softball. I watched her first game yesterday, and they did really good. Callie pitched for part of the game. In Tyler/Brian's words, she didn't get her athletic abilities from me. I love that she is athletic, I wish I were more so ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler loves going to school at CAPPS (4th grade). He likes being able to walk to school and come home for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, Jacob and I are at home trying to get a routine back. I'm teaching Eric pre-school. (Finally my 20,000 student loan is paying off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pregnant! I am 13 weeks along and doing really good (other than being tired).  It was not planned, but we are all really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian is coaching JH football again. He loves it, but its hard to have him gone so much! We will both be happy when football season is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of pictures. I need to post about birthdays, and a lot of other stuff. I look at other blogs and feel like a bad record keeper. I'll be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-4857758545495721361?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4857758545495721361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=4857758545495721361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4857758545495721361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4857758545495721361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-up-date.html' title='Another up-date'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-8892869738970840516</id><published>2010-05-03T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:11:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-date</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since my last post, so I thought I'd do a little up-date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian &amp;amp; Ginger-&lt;br /&gt;-Brian got a new road bike and is planning on doing a BIG week long bike ride with another teacher this summer.&lt;br /&gt;-I got a new sewing machine! I'm so excited to start some projects (note that I said START.... I haven't had a chance to do much with it :)&lt;br /&gt;-I started working on my garden. I planted a few spring plants, like peas, spinach and onions.... I'm looking forward to planting more when it warms up.&lt;br /&gt;-We both recently started working for the 2010 Census. It will only last for a few weeks, but we are excited to earn a little extra summer money. It's also nice that we get to work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie-&lt;br /&gt;-Callie's room got a makeover. Its not quite done yet.... I'll post some pictures of it after its done.&lt;br /&gt;-Callie got braces! They look so cute on her.&lt;br /&gt;-Callie is doing 4-H again this year and will be getting her pig this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler-&lt;br /&gt;-Baseball season just started, so Tyler is busy with practices. He will be playing his first game tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;-Tyler is going to do a pig for 4-H also. This is his first time being in 4-H, so he is really excited. He is quite the busy boy now, with the pressure of having to pick out the perfect pig name and all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric-&lt;br /&gt;-Eric is obsessed with the movie, Sandlot. So he spends a lot of his time wearing cleats that are 5 sizes to big, a batting helmet, and a baseball glove. When he's mad, he tells me that I play ball like a girl! He also tells almost everybody he talks to that, "Chaw is yucky"......It makes you throw-up, like this see, oolllwww". Probably not the best thing he has ever learned from a movie!&lt;br /&gt;-Last week I took Eric to a pre-school screening. It was fun to watch him do all of his little "tests". Today I found out that he didn't qualify because he did so well. Which is fine with me. I'm planning on starting a little preschool program for him this fall at our house. I might do it for one of the kids I babysit too. I'm excited to use some of the things I learned while in the teaching program.&lt;br /&gt;-Eris had a birthday! He is three now! I'll post more about that later with some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob-&lt;br /&gt;-Jacob has six teeth! Four on top and two on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;- Brian and I took Jacob to a specialist in Tucson about three weeks ago to find out why he has had so many breathing problems. I really liked the Doctor we saw. Jacob was given some medication that has really helped. In a few weeks we will go back for some more tests. I'm so grateful for modern medicine!&lt;br /&gt;-Jacob is still really chubby, but he has finally started to stretch out a bit. So to me, he looks a little less chubby.... (He's still huge though!)&lt;br /&gt;-Jacob has finally started to sleep though the night! I was starting to think this day would never come.... Now that it's here I couldn't be happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you are still reading.... I'm sure I've bored you to tears :) but that's what happens when you are a slacker like me and you only blog once every few months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8892869738970840516?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8892869738970840516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8892869738970840516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8892869738970840516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8892869738970840516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/05/up-date.html' title='Up-date'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-8232653968014312955</id><published>2010-03-24T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:39:07.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob has a tooth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S6qUihdAEQI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PF59JwjgEJM/s1600/101_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S6qUihdAEQI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PF59JwjgEJM/s400/101_2355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                            He is growing up so fast! We love you Jakey pie!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8232653968014312955?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8232653968014312955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8232653968014312955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8232653968014312955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8232653968014312955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/03/jacob-has-tooth.html' title='Jacob has a tooth!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S6qUihdAEQI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PF59JwjgEJM/s72-c/101_2355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6526522930043147765</id><published>2010-03-11T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:28:55.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I've been making!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lVdpa4HYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/X1i-6m8WZ-M/s1600-h/101_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lVdpa4HYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/X1i-6m8WZ-M/s400/101_2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lVeDen2JI/AAAAAAAAA7s/_MKYNN5QjkQ/s1600-h/101_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lVeDen2JI/AAAAAAAAA7s/_MKYNN5QjkQ/s400/101_2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lVeRwiFcI/AAAAAAAAA70/iUZL5B4JZoA/s1600-h/101_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lVeRwiFcI/AAAAAAAAA70/iUZL5B4JZoA/s400/101_2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CINNAMON&lt;/span&gt; ROLLS! THE OTHER NIGHT I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DOUBLED&lt;/span&gt; THE BATCH. IT MADE A TON. WE PLANNED ON GIVING THEM AWAY, BUT ERIC WOKE UP SICK THE NEXT MORNING, SO WE DECIDED THAT WE BETTER NOT. GUESS WHO GAINED 5 LBS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lVey5J2hI/AAAAAAAAA78/U3jMIjUqIGQ/s1600-h/101_2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lVey5J2hI/AAAAAAAAA78/U3jMIjUqIGQ/s400/101_2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've also been sewing. This is the top to my first quilt. I've made quite a few blankets, but up until now I had never made a quilt. It was so much fun! It only took me one day to make the top. I cant wait to make more!&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/4355610626737775027-6526522930043147765?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6526522930043147765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6526522930043147765' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6526522930043147765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6526522930043147765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_11.html' title='Look what I&apos;ve been making!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lVdpa4HYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/X1i-6m8WZ-M/s72-c/101_2370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3620938877416707761</id><published>2010-03-11T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:15:12.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks we have had a lot of sick kids in our home......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lSdTfFtgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/I5-sap2gWDk/s1600-h/101_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lSdTfFtgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/I5-sap2gWDk/s400/101_2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It started with Jacob getting bronchitis. He even had to stay in the hospital for a few days because of it. He still has to have oxygen while he sleeps. This is scary because I'm always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; that he is going to get tangled in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tubing&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of the night. To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ease&lt;/span&gt; my worries, I have been sleeping by him.  He has had some respiratory problems for the past few months. So his doctor is going to have a specialist check him out. Hopefully we will get to the bottom of his problems soon. I hate having sick babies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lSe-1DatI/AAAAAAAAA64/rAhwREqhAvg/s1600-h/101_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lSe-1DatI/AAAAAAAAA64/rAhwREqhAvg/s400/101_2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The day we came home from the hospital, this is what I found -Tyler with strep throat! It was the first time he had ever had it. He was so miserable for a few days. Poor guy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lSfEnKJ2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/t98vZlHUWh8/s1600-h/101_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lSfEnKJ2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/t98vZlHUWh8/s400/101_2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Then, a few days later....... Eric got sick too. It started with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; long night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in which&lt;/span&gt; he complained of ear aches. But after taking him to the doctor we found that Eric had strep throat too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So, hopefully we are done with being sick for awhile. I'd say we've had our fair share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3620938877416707761?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3620938877416707761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3620938877416707761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3620938877416707761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3620938877416707761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S5lSdTfFtgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/I5-sap2gWDk/s72-c/101_2365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6566832004357461327</id><published>2010-02-28T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:27:11.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Another Year~</title><content type='html'>Today is our Anniversary! I cant believe that another year has already slipped by. We had big plans this year..... We were going to go to the Vally, stay the night, eat good food, and do some shopping (would have been sooo nice). But we had to postpone those plans because of a sick baby. darn&lt;br /&gt;Instead I skipped church (so that I could take care of Jacob (who just got out of the hospital yesterday) and Tyler who I'm pretty sure has strep throat). Then we went and ate a yummy dinner at a friends (who was forewarned that we were all sick). (Thanks Tiff it was better than Ruth's Chris:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, now to by wonderful husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Brian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for choosing me to be your wife. Thanks for hanging in there when times got rough during those first few months. Thanks for always making me laugh, even when I'm mad at you. Thanks for doing spontaneous things with me (even when we end up spending way more money than we would have if we would have planned it out). Thanks for being a good dad. Thanks for making me so happy. Thanks for being such a good example to me. Thanks for loving me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ginger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6566832004357461327?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6566832004357461327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6566832004357461327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6566832004357461327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6566832004357461327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-our-anniversary-i-cant-believe.html' title='~Another Year~'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-5945799386575927755</id><published>2010-02-23T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:43:09.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouth of Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the stage Eric is in right now. It seems as if he is making the big transition from toddler to kid. To him, it seems as if the world is spinning for him and him alone, and he has the task of figuring it all out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other day as I was feeding him breakfast, he turned to me and said:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mom, I want to be dirt."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dirt?" I question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, dirt. So that a bobcat can pick me up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I was going to die laughing! I questioned him a few times, just to make sure I understood him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later on that day I heard him say to himself,  "I want to be a bat..... no I want to be dirt".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today the pore little guy is a tad bit under the weather. Its probably just a cold, but it has given him all sorts of aches and pains. As I was making lunch he told me that his toes hurt. Poor guy. Shortly after that I told him to come and eat his lunch. He came into the kitchen with the saddest look on his face and said, "my piggies are broken!". (piggies = toes) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is so cute, even when he's sick. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-5945799386575927755?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5945799386575927755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=5945799386575927755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5945799386575927755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5945799386575927755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-mouth-of-eric.html' title='From the mouth of Eric'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-7942776678718853885</id><published>2010-02-18T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:56:09.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pity Party</title><content type='html'>So, I'm having a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; party for myself. The reason for such an occasion you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starving! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now let me explain. Jacob has been REALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;congested&lt;/span&gt; for the past three months. So after his good doctor ruled out a few other things, she decided to see if he has a food allergy. So that means I cant eat any dairy, eggs, nuts, or soy. It is so hard because I LOVE food! And almost everything has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; one of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had been keeping a fairly good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; about it up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; a few hours ago when I found myself at a bridal shower, surrounded by a LOT of really yummy looking food. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; able to stay at the shower for long because I needed to get home to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cranky&lt;/span&gt; kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I have a secret to share..... After I got them all taken care of, I snuck off to circle K and read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;labels&lt;/span&gt; to all the junk food in the store and found something I could eat! It was like a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;beckon&lt;/span&gt; of light in a otherwise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; dark night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, I cant wait to find out what is going on with my chubby little baby so that I can get back to enjoying food the way it was meant to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7942776678718853885?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7942776678718853885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7942776678718853885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7942776678718853885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7942776678718853885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-pity-party.html' title='My Pity Party'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-6022207904911085172</id><published>2010-02-17T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:21:54.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny!</title><content type='html'>These words are ones I'm going to live by from here on out.... (excluding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; portions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is from a Chinese Doctor so it must be true. Right?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;A: Heart only good for so many beats, and that it... Don't waste on exercise. Everything wear out eventually. Speed up heart not make live longer; that like say you can extend life of car by driving faster. Want live longer? Take nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does cow eat? Hay and corn. What are these? Vegetables. So, steak nothing more than efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef also good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And pork chop can give 100% recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine. That means they take water out of fruity bit; get even more of goodness that way. Beer also made out of grain. Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;A: If you have body and you have fat, ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cannot think of single one, sorry. My philosophy: No Pain...Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;A: YOU NOT LISTENING!!! .... Foods fried in vegetable oil. How getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise muscle, it get bigger. You should only do sit-ups if want bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;A: You crazy? HELLO ... Cocoa beans! Vegetable!!! Cocoa beans best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming good for figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat&lt;br /&gt;And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat&lt;br /&gt;And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red wine&lt;br /&gt;And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 The Italians drink a lot of red wine&lt;br /&gt;And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats&lt;br /&gt;And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6022207904911085172?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6022207904911085172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6022207904911085172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6022207904911085172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6022207904911085172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny.html' title='Funny!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-583502443288766645</id><published>2010-02-10T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:47:36.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric</title><content type='html'>For the past few months we have been working on potty training Eric. I know he is capable of being totally potty trained by now. But because of lack of desire on his part, and lack of not being in to big of a hurry on my part, we haven't quite gotten the job done. We have been working on it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he went to his Grandma and Grandpa Biglers house for a few hours to play, and when I picked him up he had a Pull-Up on. Well, shortly after we left I noticed he had pooped in his Pull-Up. Our conversation that fallowed went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eric did you poop in your Pull-Up?&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are not suppose to poop in your Pull-Up!&lt;br /&gt;Eric: I didn't poop in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pull-Up! I pooped in Pappo's (aka Grandpa's) Pull-Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capability: 100% Desire: Not so much :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-583502443288766645?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/583502443288766645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=583502443288766645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/583502443288766645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/583502443288766645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/02/eric.html' title='Eric'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-1037356968426682381</id><published>2010-02-02T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:59:07.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Brian</title><content type='html'>Monday was such a crazy day! It started out with my sweet husband surprising me by bringing me home lunch. (He dropped it off and then went back to work.) About 20 minutes after he left I was at the sink washing my hands when I noticed there were emergency vehicles at the school where he teaches. (Its just down the road from our house.) So I decided to call Brian and and ask him if everything was okay. As I reached for the phone, it started to ring. It was the school calling to inform ME that Brian had choked on his lunch, and that he still had some food stuck in his throat, and they were getting ready to transport him to the hospital. Poor Brian, he told me later that he was eating alone in the teachers lounge when it happened. So he stumbled out and motioned to some kids for help, but they thought he was teasing and ran off. (He is normally so sarcastic; even the first teacher who saw him didn't believe he was really in distress!) Anyway, while he was being transported to the hospital I quickly found a couple really great people to help with the kids so that I could go to the hospital too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after Brian arrived he was given some medication under his tongue which helped relax his esophagus mussels, which in turn made it so that he could clear his airway. Up until this point he was not able to swallow, and for part of the time he was only able to breath out of his nose. Then the Doctors decided to put a scope down his throat to see why he has such a hard time swallowing. They found that he has scar tissue built up around his esophagus due to acid reflux (which he didn't know he had). They also stretched out his esophagus so that his food can pass easier. Then they did a biopsy to make sure that the extra tissue was really only scar tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it was a very scary ordeal. I'm so glad everything turned out okay. From what I hear he will be getting a hard time from his co-workers. I guess he deserves it, especially because as I was trying to let everyone know that he was okay, he was in the background saying, "tell them that I passed".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1037356968426682381?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1037356968426682381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1037356968426682381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1037356968426682381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1037356968426682381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/02/poor-brian.html' title='Poor Brian'/><author><name>Ginger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-2022120778910755356</id><published>2010-02-01T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:39:47.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been saying the dumbest things. It seems like nearly every conversation I walk away from I am left with my foot in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for the week: Keep my foot on the floor where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="apf6" href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p-8zuiq3F7s/SiAChEKSIiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O9IbeCKiN2k/s320/insert-foot-in-mouth-722877.png&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://chasing-distractions.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;usg=__OXfXgywyAvqu9e0j62MwM8wihaE=&amp;amp;h=225&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=7&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=O5lIS1nZXNB32M:&amp;amp;tbnh=87&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dfoot%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bmouth%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADFA_enUS360US361%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-2022120778910755356?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2022120778910755356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=2022120778910755356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2022120778910755356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2022120778910755356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/02/dumb.html' title='Dumb'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-7568580452309745873</id><published>2010-01-25T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:01:15.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1363/4b56db0e51e51bb185c090d1c0f4b6fd/image/1cf656e869268e78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1363/4b56db0e51e51bb185c090d1c0f4b6fd/image/1cf656e869268e78.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1363/4b56db0e51e51bb185c090d1c0f4b6fd/image/f0e01a1a5640b89f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1363/4b56db0e51e51bb185c090d1c0f4b6fd/image/f0e01a1a5640b89f.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1363/4b56db0e51e51bb185c090d1c0f4b6fd/image/e8050ed66dfe2b99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1363/4b56db0e51e51bb185c090d1c0f4b6fd/image/e8050ed66dfe2b99.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1363/4b56db0e51e51bb185c090d1c0f4b6fd/image/e36173aa03a6e3c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1363/4b56db0e51e51bb185c090d1c0f4b6fd/image/e36173aa03a6e3c7.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What a snow! I cant believe how much we got. I have never seen so much in my life! Last week the kids had a late start on Tuesday, then the fallowing three days school was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;canceled&lt;/span&gt;, all because of the snow! It was so fun to watch it come down. The kids had a blast playing in it. My sisters kids came for a two day visit so that they could play in it too. We have a hill by our house that the kids had fun sledding down. Brian and I even spent a morning sledding down it. I will be so sad if anyone ever builds a house on the lot at the base of it! I'm sure one day it is bound to happen, but for now we are enjoying it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7568580452309745873?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7568580452309745873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7568580452309745873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7568580452309745873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7568580452309745873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_4216.html' title=''/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-678197033601080748</id><published>2010-01-25T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:53:48.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130OIuPnfI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/JO7iJeEvVWU/s1600-h/101_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130OIuPnfI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/JO7iJeEvVWU/s400/101_2268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This was my gift from Brian! I love it! So far I've made rolls, bread (both white and wheat) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; rolls. All of this has added to my own rolls! Next year he will have to get me a gym membership to go with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130OKHemlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Ywa18mvkAR8/s1600-h/101_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130OKHemlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Ywa18mvkAR8/s400/101_2269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130OnUAb8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/pM8aSLq8fgY/s1600-h/101_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130OnUAb8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/pM8aSLq8fgY/s400/101_2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-678197033601080748?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/678197033601080748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=678197033601080748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/678197033601080748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/678197033601080748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_3352.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130OIuPnfI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/JO7iJeEvVWU/s72-c/101_2268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3125019438491096488</id><published>2010-01-25T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:48:01.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130JFZrabI/AAAAAAAAA4w/RLMEpLrx2iI/s1600-h/101_2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130JFZrabI/AAAAAAAAA4w/RLMEpLrx2iI/s400/101_2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130JWvAYXI/AAAAAAAAA44/eXGqMsIeu9Q/s1600-h/101_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130JWvAYXI/AAAAAAAAA44/eXGqMsIeu9Q/s400/101_2265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130JpAeV6I/AAAAAAAAA5A/gs0zDGFNhdA/s1600-h/101_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130JpAeV6I/AAAAAAAAA5A/gs0zDGFNhdA/s400/101_2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130JyinLAI/AAAAAAAAA5I/bnXO3xRpxY0/s1600-h/101_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130JyinLAI/AAAAAAAAA5I/bnXO3xRpxY0/s400/101_2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Wow! Christmas went by so fast this year! It seems like we had just put up our tree and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; it was over! It was good though. We went to a few Christmas parties (one week we had three in a row). We spent time with people we love. We enjoyed having our tree up and the warm feeling we had in our home because of it. We shopped and shopped and shopped. But most of all we felt the spirit of Christmas, which is love. I love Christmas. I hope I can fell it all year as I (hopefully) keep my new years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resolution&lt;/span&gt; and make some homemade gifts throughout the year in preparation for next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3125019438491096488?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3125019438491096488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3125019438491096488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3125019438491096488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3125019438491096488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_1991.html' title='Christmas day 2009'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S130JFZrabI/AAAAAAAAA4w/RLMEpLrx2iI/s72-c/101_2264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-8266335240150892232</id><published>2010-01-25T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:26:43.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13y8CUYqyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zW0YANfbfOY/s1600-h/101_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13y8CUYqyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zW0YANfbfOY/s400/101_2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13y8e6Y_UI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/SO6PqFP93fU/s1600-h/101_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13y8e6Y_UI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/SO6PqFP93fU/s400/101_2258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13y8sYZsBI/AAAAAAAAA4g/4E6py1TJXRk/s1600-h/101_2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13y8sYZsBI/AAAAAAAAA4g/4E6py1TJXRk/s400/101_2259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13y856pXWI/AAAAAAAAA4o/t7L5lZ4_IVc/s1600-h/101_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13y856pXWI/AAAAAAAAA4o/t7L5lZ4_IVc/s400/101_2256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On Christmas Eve, Keith and Donna came over to see us. They got ALL of us a pair of PJ's. I was especially excited because normally I get the kids PJ's for Christmas, and this is the first year I forgot. I love Keith and Donna. I could never fully express my appreciation toward them. They are so good to us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8266335240150892232?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8266335240150892232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8266335240150892232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8266335240150892232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8266335240150892232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_5725.html' title='Christmas Eve 2009'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13y8CUYqyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zW0YANfbfOY/s72-c/101_2257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-7808295322539824628</id><published>2010-01-25T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:21:32.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie and Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13yFY8vfEI/AAAAAAAAA34/-UbBlh0jgww/s1600-h/101_2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13yFY8vfEI/AAAAAAAAA34/-UbBlh0jgww/s400/101_2246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13yFpwpXEI/AAAAAAAAA4A/OGpQ-sutga4/s1600-h/101_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13yFpwpXEI/AAAAAAAAA4A/OGpQ-sutga4/s400/101_2248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13yGIwN4JI/AAAAAAAAA4I/EmWc2-W7uwE/s1600-h/101_2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13yGIwN4JI/AAAAAAAAA4I/EmWc2-W7uwE/s400/101_2252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Callie and I had fun putting this hat on Jacob. He started sitting up by him self when he was about 4 1/2 months. So he was able to pose for these pictures without being held up. Every time I look at him without clothes on I crack up. HE IS SO CHUBBY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7808295322539824628?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7808295322539824628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7808295322539824628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7808295322539824628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7808295322539824628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_6023.html' title='Callie and Jacob'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13yFY8vfEI/AAAAAAAAA34/-UbBlh0jgww/s72-c/101_2246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-4474457200683623575</id><published>2010-01-25T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:17:14.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me and.... SMILE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric loves to play with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lately&lt;/span&gt; I've had to hide it so that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; play with it when I'm not looking. On this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; day, I let him take some pictures. He decided to take one of this snowman. Before he did, he said to the snowman, "Look at me, look at me." &lt;em&gt;(so I turned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;snowman&lt;/span&gt; toward him) &lt;/em&gt;"Now smile!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;obedient&lt;/span&gt; snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13w5eE5syI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NnCUZXgzTKc/s1600-h/101_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13w5eE5syI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NnCUZXgzTKc/s400/101_2227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eric took this picture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13w5t86pQI/AAAAAAAAA3w/4E2l_RWpztQ/s1600-h/101_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13w5t86pQI/AAAAAAAAA3w/4E2l_RWpztQ/s400/101_2306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Then he asked me to take this one of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-4474457200683623575?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4474457200683623575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=4474457200683623575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4474457200683623575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4474457200683623575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_9700.html' title='Look at me and.... SMILE!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13w5eE5syI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NnCUZXgzTKc/s72-c/101_2227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6861870710922339520</id><published>2010-01-25T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:09:47.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob is such a happy baby! He smiles for almost anyone who looks his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13vR9zHoeI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0KQQ9cjXOP4/s1600-h/101_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13vR9zHoeI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0KQQ9cjXOP4/s400/101_2133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13vSHyTlPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/vAAYkmx6-00/s1600-h/101_2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13vSHyTlPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/vAAYkmx6-00/s400/101_2135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Three reasons why I love his smile:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1. His chubby little face almost swallows his eyes when he smiles really big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;2. His sweet little dimple shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;4. He makes cute little noises when he smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I am so lucky that I get to see his smile every day..... It makes my day brighter. Just knowing its there waiting to come out makes the sleepless nights (a little) easier! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right sleepless nights. This boy is not sleeping at night. He is the first baby I've had to not be sleeping all night by now. Oh well, as long as he smiles at me during the day I think I can get through the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6861870710922339520?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6861870710922339520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6861870710922339520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6861870710922339520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6861870710922339520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_25.html' title='Happy baby'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13vR9zHoeI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0KQQ9cjXOP4/s72-c/101_2133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-2457300016003823175</id><published>2010-01-25T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:55:09.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's 4 month check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13utOu8e9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/oLKgSm69je0/s1600-h/101_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13utOu8e9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/oLKgSm69je0/s400/101_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Jacob's 4 month health check found him to be a healthy 19.1 lb boy. He is a BIG baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-2457300016003823175?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2457300016003823175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=2457300016003823175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2457300016003823175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2457300016003823175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Jacob&apos;s 4 month check'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S13utOu8e9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/oLKgSm69je0/s72-c/101_2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6687208415484060960</id><published>2010-01-25T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:49:37.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S1255CXPqDI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2c4boW5OWXY/s1600-h/october+09+-jan+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S1255CXPqDI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2c4boW5OWXY/s400/october+09+-jan+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S1255fBOZaI/AAAAAAAAA24/Ftmssg8XNEA/s1600-h/101_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S1255fBOZaI/AAAAAAAAA24/Ftmssg8XNEA/s400/101_2162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S1255oU-IdI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Ukfi4bu9B6U/s1600-h/101_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S1255oU-IdI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Ukfi4bu9B6U/s400/101_2182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S12555Bs_5I/AAAAAAAAA3I/YbY8cTUJfOY/s1600-h/101_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S12555Bs_5I/AAAAAAAAA3I/YbY8cTUJfOY/s400/101_2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm not sure where the time has gone.... but here I am trying to play catch-up with my blog again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Halloween was a blast! Eric was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited to be a tiger, we got his costume about a month before Halloween, so he had a lot of time to play with it and get pumped up about the big day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jakey&lt;/span&gt; was a monkey..... He looked so cute with his BIG cheeks filling out the hood of his costume. Tyler was a vampire (again) I think he looked even better than he did last year (practice makes perfect)! And Callie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really want to dress up... It was the first year in her life that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't.&lt;/span&gt; She is growing up way to fast..... it makes me sad! In the end though she, along with her friend, Emma wore masks and went trick-or-treating together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-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/4355610626737775027-6687208415484060960?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6687208415484060960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6687208415484060960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6687208415484060960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6687208415484060960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2010/01/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/S1255CXPqDI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2c4boW5OWXY/s72-c/october+09+-jan+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-1521572890173914650</id><published>2009-10-15T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:05:58.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby, Chubby, Chubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My name is chubby!&lt;br /&gt;My mom is chubby!&lt;br /&gt;My dad is chubby!&lt;br /&gt;Even my dog is chubby!&lt;br /&gt;One day my mom said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jakey&lt;/span&gt;, you are so chubby,&lt;br /&gt;I bet you can't even smile"!&lt;br /&gt;I said, "yes I can....SEE"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/StdFm0VNDiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rEprUFU2Vug/s1600-h/101_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/StdFm0VNDiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rEprUFU2Vug/s400/101_2111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He is the biggest baby I have ever seen! Brian is starting to get a bit worried about him... but I love it! His cheeks stick out farther than his nose does! I wonder what he is going to look like when he thins out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/StdFnCzWsHI/AAAAAAAAA0k/XLpBOOca398/s1600-h/101_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/StdFnCzWsHI/AAAAAAAAA0k/XLpBOOca398/s400/101_2112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1521572890173914650?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1521572890173914650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1521572890173914650' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1521572890173914650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1521572890173914650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-name-is-chubby-my-mam-is-chubby-my.html' title='Chubby, Chubby, Chubby'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/StdFm0VNDiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rEprUFU2Vug/s72-c/101_2111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-1469173320852134751</id><published>2009-10-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:10:37.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Career day/ wacky hair day</title><content type='html'>Today was career day/wacky hair day. Brian went as a bum. Callie went as a snowboarder. Then I did Tyler's hair wacky. I also did Paula's hair (the kindergarten teacher I babysit for). Fun times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoY8j9RYaI/AAAAAAAAAzI/QICeUn0maVc/s1600-h/101_2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoY8j9RYaI/AAAAAAAAAzI/QICeUn0maVc/s400/101_2078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoY9BJSHjI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Mz2WbNxOgXg/s1600-h/101_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoY9BJSHjI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Mz2WbNxOgXg/s400/101_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoY9UJXH3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/tbKtP1DURnI/s1600-h/101_2086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoY9UJXH3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/tbKtP1DURnI/s400/101_2086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoY9m2JhaI/AAAAAAAAAzg/HvdKEyNmUG4/s1600-h/101_2081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoY9m2JhaI/AAAAAAAAAzg/HvdKEyNmUG4/s400/101_2081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1469173320852134751?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1469173320852134751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1469173320852134751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1469173320852134751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1469173320852134751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_3398.html' title='Career day/ wacky hair day'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoY8j9RYaI/AAAAAAAAAzI/QICeUn0maVc/s72-c/101_2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-7369465127298750684</id><published>2009-10-05T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:20:38.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fat little baby :)</title><content type='html'>I love fat babies! Jacob is chunky from head to toe, and I think its so cute! Last time we went to the doctor he was in the 50% for his height, and the 98% for his weight. He is 10 weeks old now and weighs almost 16 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoXU0WuqxI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3Zc1NoMBAq4/s1600-h/101_2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoXU0WuqxI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3Zc1NoMBAq4/s400/101_2076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7369465127298750684?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7369465127298750684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7369465127298750684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7369465127298750684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7369465127298750684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_05.html' title='My fat little baby :)'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoXU0WuqxI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3Zc1NoMBAq4/s72-c/101_2076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-7951489127480329430</id><published>2009-10-05T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:38:28.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never turn your back... not even for five min.</title><content type='html'>The other day I learned a big lesson.... NEVER leave your kids unattended for even five minutes. I was on the phone, nursing Jacob and watching the kids play in Eric's room. Then they decided to go down stairs, so I stayed up a little longer to finish feeding Jacob. When I went down I found this horrible mess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoW_PeDSQI/AAAAAAAAAyw/V9S5TykRvNM/s1600-h/101_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoW_PeDSQI/AAAAAAAAAyw/V9S5TykRvNM/s400/101_2074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I wanted to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I instead I took this picture and ate some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;  :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7951489127480329430?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7951489127480329430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7951489127480329430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7951489127480329430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7951489127480329430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Never turn your back... not even for five min.'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsoW_PeDSQI/AAAAAAAAAyw/V9S5TykRvNM/s72-c/101_2074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-340977542870165856</id><published>2009-09-28T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:52:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammy The Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsD5wadNgII/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-xNAs3usxyM/s1600-h/101_2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsD5wadNgII/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-xNAs3usxyM/s400/101_2035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsD5wiv4LNI/AAAAAAAAAyY/n_PWgdtwlMc/s1600-h/101_2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsD5wiv4LNI/AAAAAAAAAyY/n_PWgdtwlMc/s400/101_2056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsD5wzSzlsI/AAAAAAAAAyg/-D_967-DSws/s1600-h/101_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsD5wzSzlsI/AAAAAAAAAyg/-D_967-DSws/s400/101_2037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Poor, poor Hammy! Here he is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt;' life. Being fed and cared for by this cute girl (aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Calllie&lt;/span&gt;) and before he knows it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; he finds himself at the fair being sold to the highest bidder. So sad... But on a brighter note, Callie did a great job with her pig this year. Hammy won third place in his class. Then was sold for 2.75 a lb. He weighed 249 lbs. Callie is going to put her earnings toward her collage fund. Good job Callie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-340977542870165856?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/340977542870165856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=340977542870165856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/340977542870165856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/340977542870165856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_1084.html' title='Hammy The Pig'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsD5wadNgII/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-xNAs3usxyM/s72-c/101_2035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3674463422418937288</id><published>2009-09-28T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:58:22.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacobs Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDoVKTZkOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/z6F6ZLIhsoM/s1600-h/July-+September+20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDoVKTZkOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/z6F6ZLIhsoM/s400/July-+September+20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDoVpJEn-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/kkB9WKI3pS0/s1600-h/101_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDoVpJEn-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/kkB9WKI3pS0/s400/101_2001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDoV8nzmYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/DG8oyLkv8fU/s1600-h/101_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDoV8nzmYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/DG8oyLkv8fU/s400/101_2005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDoWHmfC2I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZLCavLt5YLQ/s1600-h/101_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDoWHmfC2I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZLCavLt5YLQ/s400/101_2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Jacob was blessed on the first Sunday in September. His dad gave him a very sweet blessing. Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bigler&lt;/span&gt; made him the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; blessing outfit I have ever seen. And lots of family members came to share this experience with us. It was wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3674463422418937288?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3674463422418937288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3674463422418937288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3674463422418937288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3674463422418937288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_521.html' title='Jacobs Blessing'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDoVKTZkOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/z6F6ZLIhsoM/s72-c/July-+September+20091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3384899043309149284</id><published>2009-09-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:35:50.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDl4T4ilXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/c4FzinEK1zw/s1600-h/July-+September+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDl4T4ilXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/c4FzinEK1zw/s400/July-+September+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDl43ufalI/AAAAAAAAAxI/3wRXAnzUI3s/s1600-h/101_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDl43ufalI/AAAAAAAAAxI/3wRXAnzUI3s/s400/101_1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDl5D-I02I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gIHc3Py__aU/s1600-h/101_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDl5D-I02I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gIHc3Py__aU/s400/101_1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3384899043309149284?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3384899043309149284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3384899043309149284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3384899043309149284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3384899043309149284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_2003.html' title=''/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDl4T4ilXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/c4FzinEK1zw/s72-c/July-+September+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3040427783009238268</id><published>2009-09-28T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:17:04.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day Tyler!!!</title><content type='html'>Tyler hit the big #9! On his birthday he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;invited&lt;/span&gt; a few of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; over to have pizza and play some games. He had a fun day and even got the gift he had been asking for (an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;). Happy B-day Tyler! I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDhac2c9EI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9bYT-6aTcRI/s1600-h/101_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDhac2c9EI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9bYT-6aTcRI/s400/101_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDha6SFAPI/AAAAAAAAAwo/md3J5oI7MrY/s1600-h/101_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDha6SFAPI/AAAAAAAAAwo/md3J5oI7MrY/s400/101_1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDhbJOTBVI/AAAAAAAAAww/1VACrC-lbf0/s1600-h/101_1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDhbJOTBVI/AAAAAAAAAww/1VACrC-lbf0/s400/101_1909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDhbvpUm4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qGjAViGbOOk/s1600-h/101_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDhbvpUm4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qGjAViGbOOk/s400/101_1916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3040427783009238268?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3040427783009238268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3040427783009238268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3040427783009238268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3040427783009238268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_5409.html' title='Happy B-day Tyler!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDhac2c9EI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9bYT-6aTcRI/s72-c/101_1904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-7616025829196096088</id><published>2009-09-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:59:45.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Team!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDgRd_54aI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_i4dvvxwwuM/s1600-h/101_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDgRd_54aI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_i4dvvxwwuM/s400/101_1968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDgRxduiII/AAAAAAAAAwU/GAKZ3jtNYBI/s1600-h/101_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDgRxduiII/AAAAAAAAAwU/GAKZ3jtNYBI/s400/101_1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not long after I had Jacob we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;missionaries&lt;/span&gt; over. As we were all sitting in the living room, Eric came running by, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pump&lt;/span&gt; pressed up to his mouth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt;, "Go team! Yahoo!". What a creative little man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7616025829196096088?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7616025829196096088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7616025829196096088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7616025829196096088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7616025829196096088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_1235.html' title='Go Team!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDgRd_54aI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_i4dvvxwwuM/s72-c/101_1968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3877485031331855228</id><published>2009-09-28T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:02:33.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDfGx6UCSI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4uDi_dAM-i8/s1600-h/101_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDfGx6UCSI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4uDi_dAM-i8/s400/101_1902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I love this picture... Not because Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; like he trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;breastfed&lt;/span&gt;, but because he was teaching Tyler how to put on a tie. Tyler wanted to learn so bad, so all morning he fallowed Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;, practising. Tyler finally has it down now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Just think Tyler one day you will be on your mission, putting on a tie every day, and when I'm thinking about you I can go back to this picture and remember the day you learned how. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3877485031331855228?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3877485031331855228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3877485031331855228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3877485031331855228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3877485031331855228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_3625.html' title='Getting ready for church...'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDfGx6UCSI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4uDi_dAM-i8/s72-c/101_1902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-864530614417707727</id><published>2009-09-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:36:16.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out at the Biglers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDeXCfHVWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2ni8QLsjRYo/s1600-h/101_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDeXCfHVWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2ni8QLsjRYo/s400/101_1897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This was Jacobs first trip to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biglers&lt;/span&gt;. Nick and Jessica were there with their new baby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Camden&lt;/span&gt; (who is two days older than Jacob). Keith had fun holding them both. He is such a good Grandpa. It makes me feel good that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Biglers&lt;/span&gt; treat all of our kids so good. We are lucky to have them in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-864530614417707727?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/864530614417707727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=864530614417707727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/864530614417707727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/864530614417707727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_7497.html' title='Hanging out at the Biglers'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDeXCfHVWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2ni8QLsjRYo/s72-c/101_1897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6676423029624956426</id><published>2009-09-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:39:08.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDdwc_H7UI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JtjTNp55Gbo/s1600-h/101_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDdwc_H7UI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JtjTNp55Gbo/s400/101_1891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDdwmEtKtI/AAAAAAAAAv0/G7HR_FHuCzE/s1600-h/101_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDdwmEtKtI/AAAAAAAAAv0/G7HR_FHuCzE/s400/101_1890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A few days after Jacob came home from the hospital, Eric decided he was, "baby Eric" and he wanted to sleep in, "baby Jake's" bed...... So he did, and it was really cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6676423029624956426?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6676423029624956426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6676423029624956426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6676423029624956426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6676423029624956426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_5480.html' title='Baby Eric'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDdwc_H7UI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JtjTNp55Gbo/s72-c/101_1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-5110401578326957732</id><published>2009-09-28T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:41:33.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacobs 1st REAL bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDcnn6ynYI/AAAAAAAAAvM/uKuk5fR3f44/s1600-h/101_1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDcnn6ynYI/AAAAAAAAAvM/uKuk5fR3f44/s400/101_1919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDcn_ZgfrI/AAAAAAAAAvU/61-JIr4Uv00/s1600-h/101_1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDcn_ZgfrI/AAAAAAAAAvU/61-JIr4Uv00/s400/101_1920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDcoU9YGOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/E3XJWjVXfxY/s1600-h/101_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDcoU9YGOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/E3XJWjVXfxY/s400/101_1929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDcoj7S0iI/AAAAAAAAAvk/N1K5u1hWsUY/s1600-h/101_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDcoj7S0iI/AAAAAAAAAvk/N1K5u1hWsUY/s400/101_1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This was Jacobs first real bath. It was a little scary, but nice to have a clean, sweet smellin' baby when it was all said and done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-5110401578326957732?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5110401578326957732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=5110401578326957732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5110401578326957732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5110401578326957732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_1428.html' title='Jacobs 1st REAL bath'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDcnn6ynYI/AAAAAAAAAvM/uKuk5fR3f44/s72-c/101_1919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-7766000355214009826</id><published>2009-09-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:44:30.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First sponge bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDaZhGdldI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Gs99PJXGgX4/s1600-h/101_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDaZhGdldI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Gs99PJXGgX4/s400/101_1887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDaaIQjlSI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sZqUkDXqOdE/s1600-h/101_1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDaaIQjlSI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sZqUkDXqOdE/s400/101_1888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDaaSaGcOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gSCszucnftA/s1600-h/101_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDaaSaGcOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gSCszucnftA/s400/101_1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Jacobs first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sponge&lt;/span&gt; bath was fun. Callie helped me. Jacob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like it much though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7766000355214009826?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7766000355214009826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7766000355214009826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7766000355214009826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7766000355214009826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_6154.html' title='First sponge bath'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDaZhGdldI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Gs99PJXGgX4/s72-c/101_1887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3247944427097347003</id><published>2009-09-28T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:55:39.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZrI1_vAI/AAAAAAAAAuk/cj-GWYwCxio/s1600-h/101_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZrI1_vAI/AAAAAAAAAuk/cj-GWYwCxio/s400/101_1872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZrayT4EI/AAAAAAAAAus/gagtTeE7TUE/s1600-h/101_1874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZrayT4EI/AAAAAAAAAus/gagtTeE7TUE/s400/101_1874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;When we got home from the hospital, before we even went into our house we went over to see great grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bigler&lt;/span&gt;. Her house is next to ours, but because of health problems she had been staying with her son. (She came back to visit, and attend a family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reunion&lt;/span&gt;) She left shortly after we went to see her. I'm so glad we got to spend some time with her, for myself, and especially for Eric. Its good for him to spend time with his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3247944427097347003?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3247944427097347003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3247944427097347003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3247944427097347003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3247944427097347003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_4329.html' title='First day home'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZrI1_vAI/AAAAAAAAAuk/cj-GWYwCxio/s72-c/101_1872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-2939959024639556110</id><published>2009-09-28T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:59:52.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZNmAGNrI/AAAAAAAAAuE/DlRVn6x_EqM/s1600-h/101_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZNmAGNrI/AAAAAAAAAuE/DlRVn6x_EqM/s400/101_1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZNyqRd7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/YvxCV7pL2bw/s1600-h/101_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZNyqRd7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/YvxCV7pL2bw/s400/101_1883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZOdV2A6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/LNN6BrEvxU8/s1600-h/101_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZOdV2A6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/LNN6BrEvxU8/s400/101_1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZOvnCxoI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RSg0dcOPCzI/s1600-h/101_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZOvnCxoI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RSg0dcOPCzI/s400/101_1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is the first time the kids got to hold Jacob. Because Jacob was sick in the hospital, they were not able to see/hold him until we got home. Boy, it was nice to be home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-2939959024639556110?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2939959024639556110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=2939959024639556110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2939959024639556110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2939959024639556110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_28.html' title='first day home'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDZNmAGNrI/AAAAAAAAAuE/DlRVn6x_EqM/s72-c/101_1877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-2139633914461135243</id><published>2009-09-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:03:54.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDXijA1ykI/AAAAAAAAAt8/c2sa35Vh_tU/s1600-h/101_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDXijA1ykI/AAAAAAAAAt8/c2sa35Vh_tU/s400/101_1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This pictures says a thousand words. Eris is such a good napper, he sleeps for 2-3 hours every day. He also LOVES sports. So, for him to fall asleep with his ball and glove in hand is so Eric. I bet he was dreaming about a big green field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-2139633914461135243?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2139633914461135243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=2139633914461135243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2139633914461135243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2139633914461135243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Eric'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SsDXijA1ykI/AAAAAAAAAt8/c2sa35Vh_tU/s72-c/101_1900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-8068140574274069215</id><published>2009-07-24T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:31:10.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob Ian Starkes</title><content type='html'>NOTE............These pictures/posts are in reverse order...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in an earlier post that the labor/delivery part of having Jake was great. Shortly after I had him though, they noticed his breathing wasn't quite right. So, after only getting to hold him for a few short minutes the nurses took him to the special needs nursery and there he stayed from Sunday until Thursday, when he got to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time he was in the nursery was like an emotional roller coaster. When he first went to the nursery, I wasn't able to go see him for a few hours because my legs were dead from the epidural. Then, Dr. Baily (his pediatrician) came in my room and told me that Jacob had fluid in his lungs and may have to be sent to a larger hospital that could better care for him. After the Doctor left I called my nurse and had her help me into a wheel chair, so that I could go see my baby. To say the least I was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the nursery, I found Jacob with an IV in his arm, and oxygen in his nose and all sorts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monitors&lt;/span&gt; hooked to him. The Doctor told us we could touch him but we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; rub or stimulate him. During that first day, I sat by him all day, unable to feed or hold him. It was a very long, sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Brian left because he had to be at work early the next day. Shortly after he left, Jacobs nurse told me that he was doing a lot better...... and I could hold him!!! I cant express how happy I was to get to do this. Poor Brian though, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; got to hold him at all. Anyway, a few hours later the nurse told me that we could try to feed him. At first we just fed him with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;syringe&lt;/span&gt;. After a few of these type of feedings, I finally got to nurse him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Brian came to the hospital and got to hold Jake. Jake also made a few big improvements (They were able to take him off 90% his oxygen but when they tried to stop the last of it, he would turn blue). Then on Tuesday, Dr. Baily said that Jake was showing signs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pneumonia&lt;/span&gt;.... and that they may end up sending him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;valley&lt;/span&gt; after all. So I called Brian and asked him and President Whipple to come give Jake a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I witnessed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;, as Jacob stayed stable that day, and then in the middle of the night, the nurse tried again to stop the oxygen, and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Wednesday morning Dr. Baily called the specialist and the two of them decided together that Jake might not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; after all. She also said that if he could go 24 hours without the oxygen then he could go home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning we were finally able to take our sweet little baby home. Dr. Baily did say that he might be a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;susceptible&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;respiratory&lt;/span&gt; illnesses, so we need to keep him home for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so fun to have Jacob home with us. He is such a good little guy. I LOVE everything about him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmppW1EFu9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/DYeunSZa0fU/s1600-h/101_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmppW1EFu9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/DYeunSZa0fU/s400/101_1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here is a picture of Jacob with a nurse that took care of me when I was a baby. My mom pointed her out to me a long time ago. So when I saw that she was going to be Jacobs nurse I told her that she took care of me. When I told her this, she gave me a big hug. She was so kind to us during her whole shift. She said she has been working there for 30 years now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmppXFgg6HI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cnk-LWAKo6U/s1600-h/101_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmppXFgg6HI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cnk-LWAKo6U/s400/101_1859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is Jacob having his IV taken out. It was so sad to see everyone poke at him all the time. I was glad that it was coming out rather than in though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmppXdrO2cI/AAAAAAAAAsM/7Z6J_g4dtc4/s1600-h/101_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmppXdrO2cI/AAAAAAAAAsM/7Z6J_g4dtc4/s400/101_1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here we are getting ready to go home! This is the room I got to stay in after I was released from the hospital. It is right off the nursery and is for parents who have sick babies. I was the first one to get to stay there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmppXh0hJaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/5jt8dEvC_1o/s1600-h/101_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmppXh0hJaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/5jt8dEvC_1o/s400/101_1869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is the first of many kisses that Eric has given to "baby Jake". Eric loves Jake and kisses him about every five minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8068140574274069215?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8068140574274069215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8068140574274069215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8068140574274069215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8068140574274069215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_2715.html' title='Jacob Ian Starkes'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmppW1EFu9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/DYeunSZa0fU/s72-c/101_1857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-8665641214087437088</id><published>2009-07-24T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:12:08.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpovrYaqqI/AAAAAAAAArc/mxBHTcai-Hc/s1600-h/101_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpovrYaqqI/AAAAAAAAArc/mxBHTcai-Hc/s400/101_1845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;When Jacob started doing better, he finally got to have a bath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Smpov4u0XQI/AAAAAAAAArk/RymfX9f7Pko/s1600-h/101_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Smpov4u0XQI/AAAAAAAAArk/RymfX9f7Pko/s400/101_1849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpowN1aq_I/AAAAAAAAArs/PFwJ6kRGIM0/s1600-h/101_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpowN1aq_I/AAAAAAAAArs/PFwJ6kRGIM0/s400/101_1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpowRCPV7I/AAAAAAAAAr0/DG3DYyte_6M/s1600-h/101_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpowRCPV7I/AAAAAAAAAr0/DG3DYyte_6M/s400/101_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here is Jacob... all clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8665641214087437088?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8665641214087437088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8665641214087437088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8665641214087437088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8665641214087437088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_2814.html' title=''/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpovrYaqqI/AAAAAAAAArc/mxBHTcai-Hc/s72-c/101_1845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6922472911207815395</id><published>2009-07-24T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:15:32.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are random pictures. Some of them are of his first bath, and some are of him right after he got off oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpoHCxtNBI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Obxyp7z-7pc/s1600-h/101_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpoHCxtNBI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Obxyp7z-7pc/s400/101_1813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpoHDXvMgI/AAAAAAAAArA/a308NPk1mpk/s1600-h/101_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpoHDXvMgI/AAAAAAAAArA/a308NPk1mpk/s400/101_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpoHWcM4QI/AAAAAAAAArI/dADN3BNuYTk/s1600-h/101_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpoHWcM4QI/AAAAAAAAArI/dADN3BNuYTk/s400/101_1842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpoH_TsB6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/1-uZ_GPcGsQ/s1600-h/101_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpoH_TsB6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/1-uZ_GPcGsQ/s400/101_1843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6922472911207815395?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6922472911207815395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6922472911207815395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6922472911207815395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6922472911207815395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_2120.html' title=''/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpoHCxtNBI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Obxyp7z-7pc/s72-c/101_1813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-5124261486397522502</id><published>2009-07-24T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:22:52.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpXdxPXAkI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PBgtWaWCDuc/s1600-h/101_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpXdxPXAkI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PBgtWaWCDuc/s400/101_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is just minutes after Jake was born. At first they let me hold him with oxygen sitting right next to him. But when they saw that it was not helping, but rather, he was getting worse, they took him to the nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpXeMj_q7I/AAAAAAAAAqg/sEQs7JNKBqU/s1600-h/101_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpXeMj_q7I/AAAAAAAAAqg/sEQs7JNKBqU/s400/101_1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is minutes after I first got to see him in the nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpXedxzaXI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WERxdql3bAA/s1600-h/101_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpXedxzaXI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WERxdql3bAA/s400/101_1807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First diaper change that I got to see. When we got to start touching/ holding him I changed all his diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpXevX0FKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/a1RTgOMbFlw/s1600-h/101_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpXevX0FKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/a1RTgOMbFlw/s400/101_1811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is where Jacob spent his first five days of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-5124261486397522502?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5124261486397522502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=5124261486397522502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5124261486397522502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5124261486397522502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmpXdxPXAkI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PBgtWaWCDuc/s72-c/101_1797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6045374739706464749</id><published>2009-07-23T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:35:17.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new addition.....</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to announce our new addition.... Jacob Ian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starkes&lt;/span&gt; was born on Sunday, the 19 of July. He was born at 4:50 in the morning after a smooth, and in my mind, an ideal delivery. He weighed 6.15 lbs and was 19 2/1 inches long. He has dark blond hair, which looks golden, almost red when it is wet. Jacob was the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; baby born in the new OB unit of the Hospital. Everything was so nice, new and clean. I am happy it was done just in time for our little guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmkOQ_PQLLI/AAAAAAAAApg/BFnrq7SGZBs/s1600-h/101_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmkOQ_PQLLI/AAAAAAAAApg/BFnrq7SGZBs/s400/101_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; cool" hubby on Saturday night. He was so proud of what he wrote under the family comments. What was REALLY funny is when he fail asleep and my labor nurse erased "cool "and wrote "asleep" in its place, with an arrow pointing to him. We were both trying to get some sleep at that point because my epidural was going strong and I was feeling good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmkOQ40SWsI/AAAAAAAAApo/Wr7m0Z7OH14/s1600-h/101_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmkOQ40SWsI/AAAAAAAAApo/Wr7m0Z7OH14/s400/101_1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our little guy. I was so excited to see him. I was also shocked that everything turned out so EASY! I had painful contractions for about 8 hours before my epidural.... but I didn't have one contraction that was so painful that I couldn't talk, walk or laugh through it. Then when pushing time came, it only took four contractions to get him here. He did have the cord wrapped around his neck, really tight. Which could have contributed to the problems he had after delivery (I'll get into those problems in my next post..... so stay tuned). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6045374739706464749?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6045374739706464749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6045374739706464749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6045374739706464749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6045374739706464749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Our new addition.....'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SmkOQ_PQLLI/AAAAAAAAApg/BFnrq7SGZBs/s72-c/101_1786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-8385285518899663294</id><published>2009-07-17T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:34:48.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is D-Day!!!</title><content type='html'>I went to Windy's office today (my OB) and she said she wanted to jump start my labor tomorrow!!! I'm excited, scared, worried, happy and relieved all at the same time. I know my actual due date isn't for a few more weeks, but I was told that my baby is going to be really big if he stays in much longer. Callie and Tyler were both born 20 days early and were still good sizes. So apparently I make big babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windy said she will just do a quick procedure in her office tomorrow morning which should trigger some good labor contractions, and then meet up with me a little later at the hospital after I've progressed. I don't think it will take much to get me going because I've been having regular contractions for months now. I'm actually really surprised that I've made it this far. I'm sure that if we weren't doing this tomorrow I would still have him in the next few days. This weekend will be great timing because Brian, being a teacher, hasn't worked ALL summer, but now he happens to be in the middle of a two week job. So I'm really happy that he wont have to take time off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie, Tyler and Eric are so excited. Tyler wanted to tell everyone. So I let him call and tell my mom and a few other people. Callie cant wait to see her new brother. She helped me pick out an outfit to bring him home in. Eric is excited because we are all excited. I don't think he understands what is going on. I 'm really looking forward to seeing how he reacts to all of this.&lt;br /&gt;Brian is excited too. He tells Eric to say "Come out baby Jake and play with me!" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hopefully everything will be fast and pain free! I wish I could walk into the hospital tomorrow feeling fine, get an epidural and have the baby without feeling a thing! That would be soooo great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope that this time tomorrow I'll be holding my little baby! I cant wait to see what he looks like. I cant wait to hold him. I cant wait to show him to our other kids.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I hope I can sleep tonight ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8385285518899663294?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8385285518899663294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8385285518899663294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8385285518899663294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8385285518899663294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-d-day.html' title='Tomorrow is D-Day!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-3572008830609785309</id><published>2009-07-16T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:03:45.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald's Park</title><content type='html'>Not to long ago Brian was out of town, so I took Callie, Tyler and Eric to the McDonald's in Show Low to Eat and play. Eric loves to go there, he calls it "Donald's park" (I love how he says it). Anyway, as the kids were playing, Eric spotted a little boy around his age. This little boy was wandering around aimlessly, singing "do dood, do dood, do dood" so Eric walked up to him and said, "Hi Do Dood, lets play". Do Dood didn't acknowledge Eric, so Eric tried again, saying, "lets slide Do Dood". Do Dood still had no response for Eric, so Eric spit on Do Dood. I had Eric say "sorry" to Do Dood, and then we left. When we got into the car I tried to talk to Eric about how it was OK if some people didn't want to play. After I told him this, Eric got an angry look on his face and said, "I spit the Do Dood"! It was so hard not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Eric still talks about poor little Do Dood. If you ask him where Do Dood is, he will say, "at Donald's park".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3572008830609785309?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3572008830609785309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3572008830609785309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3572008830609785309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3572008830609785309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/donalds-park.html' title='Donald&apos;s Park'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-8824171890438860414</id><published>2009-07-15T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:00:32.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 weeks</title><content type='html'>37 Weeks ago I was not expecting to get pregnant, but was open to the idea of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 Weeks ago I was shocked as I watched the positive line on the pregnancy test turn pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Weeks ago I started getting pregnancy sickness.... and found out that that my pregnancy had a few complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Weeks ago my pregnancy sickness went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Weeks ago I found out that my earlier pregnancy complications were gone. We also found out we were having a BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Weeks ago we decided to name our baby Jacob Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Weeks ago I finished Jacob's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Week ago I went into labor and was given medication to have it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today I'm 37 weeks along, and was told at my OB appointment that the baby would be safe if he came now. So I am sitting here thinking about how FAST the last 37 weeks went by! I am am also thinking about how scared I am for the delivery. I'm sure everything will be fine, but I'm still scared....... On the other hand I cant wait to meet my little baby! Wow, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of things running though my mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8824171890438860414?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8824171890438860414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8824171890438860414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8824171890438860414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8824171890438860414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/37-weeks.html' title='37 weeks'/><author><name>Ginger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-5406355354916320892</id><published>2009-07-15T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:22:26.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day Brian!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sl4NmxOcM9I/AAAAAAAAApA/lbIhXmvmpLc/s1600-h/101_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sl4NmxOcM9I/AAAAAAAAApA/lbIhXmvmpLc/s400/101_1781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Yesterday was Brian's birthday! He ended up working ALL day, so it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; that exciting of a day for him. He told me mid-day that it was his 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; best birthday (he turned 27). He had a smile on his face when he said it, so I think he was just kidding. He probably thought of that line weeks ago and saved it for his birthday ;). I'm a year and a half older than Brian, so right now he is 27 and I'm 28. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem too bad, but in a few short months I'll be 29 and he will still be 27. I keep trying to tell him that because I'm older, I'm also wiser, so he needs to listen to everything I say. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; see eye to eye with me on that.... go figure! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Happy Birthday babe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-5406355354916320892?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5406355354916320892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=5406355354916320892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5406355354916320892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5406355354916320892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-b-day-brian.html' title='Happy B-day Brian!!!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sl4NmxOcM9I/AAAAAAAAApA/lbIhXmvmpLc/s72-c/101_1781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-8549861840505630368</id><published>2009-07-11T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:37:30.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made my day....</title><content type='html'>So how do you make a pregnant woman's day? You tell her (upon entering the local grocery store) that the ice cream freezer is down and they are giving away FREE ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day was totally made yesterday, when Keith and Donna Bigler, Brian, Eric and I all walked to the store to get Eric a piece of gum. We all left with at least one ice cream product in our hands. I got a gallon of chocolate ice cream and a package of Strawberry Shortcake Skinny Cow sandwiches. &lt;em&gt;I was on cloud nine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm trying to decide if it would be right or wrong to have ice cream for breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8549861840505630368?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8549861840505630368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8549861840505630368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8549861840505630368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8549861840505630368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/07/made-my-day.html' title='Made my day....'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-9033146888133696566</id><published>2009-06-23T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:20:23.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen :(</title><content type='html'>So, here are pictures of my not so cute hands and feet. I'm not sure if the pictures do them justice, but they are quite swollen. The only thing that &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;bugs me about it, is that I cant fit my wedding ring on my finger! See how my finger has a permanent indention in it where my ring should be? I miss wearing it..... It wont be long though. I cant believe I will be 34 weeks tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGzJ3VWLjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/YdBy17ZqzbI/s1600-h/101_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGzJ3VWLjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/YdBy17ZqzbI/s400/101_1707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGzKecEAsI/AAAAAAAAAog/fHFghz76nzA/s1600-h/101_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGzKecEAsI/AAAAAAAAAog/fHFghz76nzA/s400/101_1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-9033146888133696566?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/9033146888133696566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=9033146888133696566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/9033146888133696566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/9033146888133696566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/swollen.html' title='Swollen :('/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGzJ3VWLjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/YdBy17ZqzbI/s72-c/101_1707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-36154851548822685</id><published>2009-06-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:10:01.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie's Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGxtMZiGPI/AAAAAAAAAoA/3BGLcKULbjA/s1600-h/101_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGxtMZiGPI/AAAAAAAAAoA/3BGLcKULbjA/s400/101_1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGxtK8_HKI/AAAAAAAAAoI/4V7ZCxhNRng/s1600-h/101_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGxtK8_HKI/AAAAAAAAAoI/4V7ZCxhNRng/s400/101_1715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGxtQwANHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/nlhf5S7hAxI/s1600-h/101_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGxtQwANHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/nlhf5S7hAxI/s400/101_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Callie is doing a pig for 4-H this year! She has been wanting to do one for a few year's now. So, after much waiting, she is finally getting to experience the joys of stepping in pig poop, remembering feeding times, and all the other smells and fun things that come along with having a pig. Luckily, she seem to be enjoying all of it. Tyler and Eric are also having fun with the pig. Tyler loves to get in the pin and help her feed it. While, Eric and I watch all the action from the car. Callie named her pig "Hammy" (Hammy is a boy pig). If all continues to go well, Tyler will do a pig next year when he meets the age requirement. He is quite excited about that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-36154851548822685?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/36154851548822685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=36154851548822685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/36154851548822685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/36154851548822685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/callies-pig.html' title='Callie&apos;s Pig'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SkGxtMZiGPI/AAAAAAAAAoA/3BGLcKULbjA/s72-c/101_1713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-7103427379044914851</id><published>2009-06-19T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:28:57.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teamwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-917ed906851bb481" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D917ed906851bb481%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DAB43035DEF56805F04C91BB0CA5EA275634CAB.5E5826C6E39EC0EC0FB309C875137EB56D37A9F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D917ed906851bb481%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFIG2ewqxQOwsufH9VpAm_K14cdc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D917ed906851bb481%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DAB43035DEF56805F04C91BB0CA5EA275634CAB.5E5826C6E39EC0EC0FB309C875137EB56D37A9F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D917ed906851bb481%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFIG2ewqxQOwsufH9VpAm_K14cdc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life would be SWEET if Callie and Tyler always worked this well together! I'm writing this on the hilt of having listened to them bicker at each other all morning while completing a job I've had them work on. Its crazy how they will be best friends one minute and then want to scratch each other's eyes out the next! I remember being like that with my siblings through and we made it though childhood with our vision intact.... As a parent, I'm sure their bickering is harder on me than them. I love it when they get along.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7103427379044914851?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7103427379044914851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7103427379044914851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7103427379044914851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7103427379044914851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/teamwork.html' title='Teamwork'/><author><name>Ginger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-2357437505268837095</id><published>2009-06-16T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:10:37.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie's 12th B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdPBHL9b2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/dRqY-s4G8VM/s1600-h/101_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdPBHL9b2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/dRqY-s4G8VM/s400/101_1654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Callie, Emma and Jennifer showing off their new socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdPBULmnTI/AAAAAAAAAlE/rHfDY7U3qN8/s1600-h/101_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdPBULmnTI/AAAAAAAAAlE/rHfDY7U3qN8/s400/101_1659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdPBivjlnI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fybHJdHzGZA/s1600-h/101_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdPBivjlnI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fybHJdHzGZA/s400/101_1653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdPB_QqKqI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wAPaXJI3l7Q/s1600-h/101_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdPB_QqKqI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wAPaXJI3l7Q/s400/101_1639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I cant believe that I've been a mom for over 12 years now! It has gone by so fast!!! I really am so thankful to have Callie in my life. She is a good girl, and tries hard to do whats right. I feel like I'm a better person because of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On her Birth Day we had some family come over for a late lunch and cheesecake (Callie's favorite). She even put her own candles on her cake (nice job Callie). That night her friends, Emma and Jennifer came over to stay the night. The next day I took them to Show Low to get their toes painted, then we ate pizza, went bowling, and topped the trip off with ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I hope you had a fun day Callie, Happy B-day.... I love you so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-2357437505268837095?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2357437505268837095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=2357437505268837095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2357437505268837095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/2357437505268837095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/callies-12th-b-day.html' title='Callie&apos;s 12th B-day'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdPBHL9b2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/dRqY-s4G8VM/s72-c/101_1654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-4770793164977126136</id><published>2009-06-16T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:47:08.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 60th DAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdMPPpFEmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Hr9ukboV9zQ/s1600-h/spring+20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdMPPpFEmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Hr9ukboV9zQ/s400/spring+20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;For my Dad's 60th b-day we all met at a park in Payson, which is a good halfway mark for my siblings (some came from the Mesa area, and some from Cottonwood). Anyway, we met and had a little picnic. It was so fun to see everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I hope you had a good time dad.... Happy Birth day!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-4770793164977126136?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4770793164977126136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=4770793164977126136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4770793164977126136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4770793164977126136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-60th-dad.html' title='Happy 60th DAD!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdMPPpFEmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Hr9ukboV9zQ/s72-c/spring+20093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-837002843604507510</id><published>2009-06-16T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:30:09.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Landscaping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdF_-yk4SI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OfelXAQ2I5I/s1600-h/DSC_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdF_-yk4SI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OfelXAQ2I5I/s400/DSC_1136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdGAELg4FI/AAAAAAAAAkk/YPe746GaA9c/s1600-h/DSC_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdGAELg4FI/AAAAAAAAAkk/YPe746GaA9c/s400/DSC_1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdGAKzA3oI/AAAAAAAAAks/8R5iiWzdmAo/s1600-h/DSC_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdGAKzA3oI/AAAAAAAAAks/8R5iiWzdmAo/s400/DSC_1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This summer we are doing some landscaping!!! For the past couple of weeks Brian has been working on our sprinkler system. Hip hip hurray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I cant wait to run around on soft green grass without any shoes on (sigh). It will also be so nice to have a dirt free place for our kids to play (sigh again). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We originally got a quote to have our yard landscaped by a company out of Pinetop. It would have been around $13,000.00 to sit back and have some one else make our yard look beautiful. Needless to say we decided to go the cheaper rout and do it our selves. Although, we couldn't have done it without the help of Nathan Western, who has spent much of his free time here helping us out. He has been so great. Next year we hope to add some trees and planters to our yard. We don't want to get in over our heads financially, so we plan to do it little by little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-837002843604507510?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/837002843604507510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=837002843604507510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/837002843604507510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/837002843604507510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/landscaping.html' title='Landscaping'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjdF_-yk4SI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OfelXAQ2I5I/s72-c/DSC_1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6789311247395932162</id><published>2009-06-15T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:52:44.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day ERIC!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sje9J0LW07I/AAAAAAAAAl4/yPEtV7RXXbo/s1600-h/spring+20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sje9J0LW07I/AAAAAAAAAl4/yPEtV7RXXbo/s400/spring+20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sje9KDz5LXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VjnW6bdKFB0/s1600-h/DSC_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sje9KDz5LXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VjnW6bdKFB0/s400/DSC_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sje9Kbh5vZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5UNzHLbgzmQ/s1600-h/DSC_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sje9Kbh5vZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5UNzHLbgzmQ/s400/DSC_1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sje9KuSVJeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/izm2wcmlJmg/s1600-h/DSC_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sje9KuSVJeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/izm2wcmlJmg/s400/DSC_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe Eric is TWO! He is getting big way to fast. To celebrate his birthday, we decided to go to the Zoo. Eric was so excited to go see all the animals. After that, we went to Chucky Cheeses, which turned out to be the highlight of his day. He LOVED Chucky, and still talkes about him. We will have take him there again soon....&lt;br /&gt;Eric we love you so much. You bring so much joy to our lives with all the fun things you do! Happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6789311247395932162?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6789311247395932162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6789311247395932162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6789311247395932162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6789311247395932162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-b-day-eric.html' title='Happy B-Day ERIC!!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sje9J0LW07I/AAAAAAAAAl4/yPEtV7RXXbo/s72-c/spring+20092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-4018698824825424624</id><published>2009-06-15T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:26:37.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Dinner Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc80k4OUqI/AAAAAAAAAj0/a2H9tY4ZmLA/s1600-h/spring+20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc80k4OUqI/AAAAAAAAAj0/a2H9tY4ZmLA/s400/spring+20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A few months ago the Sister Missionaries told my sister that they wanted to butcher some chickens..... So my sister arranged for it to happen. When we got wind of it, we decided that it was something we'd like to see. One of the sisters said she was going to save the feet, paint its toenails and make a necklace for their Mission Presidents wife (who HATES chickens). They were really funny girls. We had a blast hanging out with them for for a few hours. I guess the next day (which was a Sunday) my sister cooked the chickens for dinner and the missionaries came back over to eat them... YUM YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tyler decided that he wanted to butcher a chicken also...... He did a good job. Its good to know that someone in our family has acquired this skill.... If we ever have to revert to living off the land, Tyler will be our official chicken killer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-4018698824825424624?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4018698824825424624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=4018698824825424624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4018698824825424624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4018698824825424624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/chicken-dinner-anyone.html' title='Chicken Dinner Anyone?'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc80k4OUqI/AAAAAAAAAj0/a2H9tY4ZmLA/s72-c/spring+20091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6057777817959615846</id><published>2009-06-15T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:16:59.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Eyed Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc3KqA81fI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SCvwlKSKwU4/s1600-h/DSC_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc3KqA81fI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SCvwlKSKwU4/s400/DSC_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I love this picture of Eric.... He has such great eyes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6057777817959615846?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6057777817959615846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6057777817959615846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6057777817959615846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6057777817959615846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/blue-eyed-boy.html' title='Blue Eyed Boy'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc3KqA81fI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SCvwlKSKwU4/s72-c/DSC_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6407262456473684764</id><published>2009-06-15T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:24:24.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009 Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc1w6TRXUI/AAAAAAAAAjM/PCBrQTt4uOo/s1600-h/DSC_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc1w6TRXUI/AAAAAAAAAjM/PCBrQTt4uOo/s400/DSC_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc1xEe2ZQI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DRpfMak40Zw/s1600-h/DSC_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc1xEe2ZQI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DRpfMak40Zw/s400/DSC_0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc1xEPoivI/AAAAAAAAAjc/w2kDCAhwLTQ/s1600-h/DSC_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc1xEPoivI/AAAAAAAAAjc/w2kDCAhwLTQ/s400/DSC_0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc1xafNMDI/AAAAAAAAAjk/J_1RTYe2p5s/s1600-h/DSC_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc1xafNMDI/AAAAAAAAAjk/J_1RTYe2p5s/s400/DSC_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I took these pictures of the kids Easter afternoon, right after church. They were each sporting a new Sunday outfit. After I took their pictures, I ran inside to finish making dinner. We had quite the group for dinner, which included a big portion of my family and also Brian's mom. We all had a really great time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6407262456473684764?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6407262456473684764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6407262456473684764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6407262456473684764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6407262456473684764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/easter-2009-pictures.html' title='Easter 2009 Pictures'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sjc1w6TRXUI/AAAAAAAAAjM/PCBrQTt4uOo/s72-c/DSC_0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-4661803919837772255</id><published>2009-06-15T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:32:20.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjcxpwB_-HI/AAAAAAAAAjE/exZpL_oQjpY/s1600-h/spring+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjcxpwB_-HI/AAAAAAAAAjE/exZpL_oQjpY/s400/spring+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here we are decorating EASTER EGGS!!! We did it the Monday before Easter for FHE. I manned the camera while everyone dipped, colored and tried not to break the eggs. A few eggs were broke.... but it was a small price to pay for a good time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-4661803919837772255?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4661803919837772255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=4661803919837772255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4661803919837772255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4661803919837772255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SjcxpwB_-HI/AAAAAAAAAjE/exZpL_oQjpY/s72-c/spring+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-1263528728575071828</id><published>2009-06-11T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:13:41.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update time!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel so bad that I took such a long vacation from blogging! I'm going to do my very best to get caught up this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been going on in our lives. First, I'll start with a pregnancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;update&lt;/span&gt;. I am 32 weeks along!!!! I cant believe that in just a few short weeks we will be meeting this little guy. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; because on one hand I can hardly wait to be on the other end of my pregnancy, while on the other, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; mind being pregnant for another 6 months (and its not because I love all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discomforts&lt;/span&gt; of pregnancy)!!! I'm just a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; about the EXIT. I'm also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; about what life with a new little baby will be like. I'm sure it will be wonderful to have a new baby around..... but will I do a good job with everything? Will I be able to balance a newborn with all the other things I'm responsible for? (I worry about this stuff a lot in the middle of the night).&lt;br /&gt;As for the pregnancy, everything is going really good. I had a few problems in the beginning, but thankfully they seem to have been resolved. I still have a lot of contractions, but I'm beginning to think that these contractions are normal for me. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; seem to be doing anything though, so I'm not that worried about them. When they get extra bad I try to lay down for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also seeing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Endocrine&lt;/span&gt; Doctor for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pituitary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;glan&lt;/span&gt;. I have a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; tumor on it called a micro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;adnomia&lt;/span&gt;. I've had it for the past 7 1/2 years (that I know of) and its never been that big of a deal, other than causing minor hormone problems. I guess that these type of tumors can be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;unpredictable&lt;/span&gt; during pregnancy though, so its needs to be monitored a little closer. If it grows I will have to start taking medicine to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shrink&lt;/span&gt; it right after I have my baby, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; keep me from being able to nurse. If it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; grow, I'll be able to nurse for the first two weeks, then I'll have to get an MRI to see how nursing is affecting it. If it still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; changed, I can keep nursing.... I really, really hope I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also picked out a name for our little guy....... We are going to name him &lt;em&gt;Jacob Ian. &lt;/em&gt;It feels so good to have a name for him. I love how Eric refers to him as "baby Jake". Brian (being his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sarcastic&lt;/span&gt; self) says he might change is name when he blesses him. I cant imagine him really doing it, but it is kind of funny to hear him joke around about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Donna showed these links to me. They are funny songs by Hillary Weeks. I LOVE her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvQ0Sj6Qm_Y&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvQ0Sj6Qm_Y&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ewmy_8AKkZw&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ewmy_8AKkZw&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1263528728575071828?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1263528728575071828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1263528728575071828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1263528728575071828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1263528728575071828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-time.html' title='Update time!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-1175756799194306258</id><published>2009-04-02T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:51:17.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's race pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some more pictures from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tyler's&lt;/span&gt; race......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SdWGS0hrunI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tTSIz3uCumQ/s1600-h/Pinewood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SdWGS0hrunI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tTSIz3uCumQ/s400/Pinewood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1175756799194306258?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1175756799194306258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1175756799194306258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1175756799194306258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1175756799194306258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Tyler&apos;s race pictures'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SdWGS0hrunI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tTSIz3uCumQ/s72-c/Pinewood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-1935730556476955204</id><published>2009-04-02T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:48:26.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SdWG3P6Y6xI/AAAAAAAAAeg/iMjwKPUIUG0/s1600-h/DSC_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320306818530470674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SdWG3P6Y6xI/AAAAAAAAAeg/iMjwKPUIUG0/s400/DSC_0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tyler's Pinewood Derby race was on Tuesday. We were given his car kit about a month ago, and he was so excited to make his car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I am a BIG procrastinator, so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; start working on his car until the Saturday before the race. I'm sure the car would have been better if we would have put more time into it, but considering the amount of time we did put into it, I think we did a good job. Tyler picked out how we were going to cut and paint the car, and with a little help from Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bigler&lt;/span&gt; we were able to put it all together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tyler had a blast at the race, and his car did REALLY good. He took second in speed. It was wonderful to see him light up each time his car won a race. I was also proud of the fact that he had a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; when is car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD JOB TYLER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1935730556476955204?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1935730556476955204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1935730556476955204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1935730556476955204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1935730556476955204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-race.html' title='The BIG Race'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SdWG3P6Y6xI/AAAAAAAAAeg/iMjwKPUIUG0/s72-c/DSC_0853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3913730272704030332</id><published>2009-03-26T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:47:06.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>I was just looking for something online and I came across this picture. Its of a 21 week gestation baby. He is having surgery while still in the womb to correct a spinal problem. It was a little extra touching to me because I am 21 weeks along. I guess during surgery the tiny little baby reached his hand out and grabbed onto the surgeons finger. Isn't it so amazing that his little hand is so perfect that early in pregnancy? I posted the link below, just so if anyone would like to read the story behind the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScvIj56wAOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BzEzMvelx8Q/s1600-h/21+week+old+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317564304209215714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScvIj56wAOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BzEzMvelx8Q/s400/21+week+old+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www2.focusonthefamily.com/images/CMS/317857.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www2.focusonthefamily.com/docstudy/newsletters/A000000792.cfm&amp;amp;usg=__3-Ol6vwfz2TZa8KrGOxIQecmyNE=&amp;amp;h=250&amp;amp;w=275&amp;amp;sz=16&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;sig2=U8Frpk_EShnTp5ad_r28FA&amp;amp;tbnid=7fh94pUhrQCpOM:&amp;amp;tbnh=104&amp;amp;tbnw=114&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbaby%2Bboy%2Brooms%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG&amp;amp;ei=IsbLSebcLIm0sAPumvi6Bg"&gt;http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www2.focusonthefamily.com/images/CMS/317857.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www2.focusonthefamily.com/docstudy/newsletters/A000000792.cfm&amp;amp;usg=__3-Ol6vwfz2TZa8KrGOxIQecmyNE=&amp;amp;h=250&amp;amp;w=275&amp;amp;sz=16&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;sig2=U8Frpk_EShnTp5ad_r28FA&amp;amp;tbnid=7fh94pUhrQCpOM:&amp;amp;tbnh=104&amp;amp;tbnw=114&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbaby%2Bboy%2Brooms%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG&amp;amp;ei=IsbLSebcLIm0sAPumvi6Bg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3913730272704030332?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3913730272704030332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3913730272704030332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3913730272704030332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3913730272704030332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScvIj56wAOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BzEzMvelx8Q/s72-c/21+week+old+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-8301097051737139387</id><published>2009-03-22T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:13:06.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy WIND!</title><content type='html'>It is such a windy day! I would rather it be windy any day of the week besides Sunday.... and today is, Sunday. Walking into the church building, Callie and I were holding our skirts down, hoping they wouldn't fly up, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. The way out was much the same, only a bit different because as we let go to open the car doors POOF up they flew. Not only the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt; or back, but the whole thing! This happened simultaneously, and we both flew into the car, booth horrified and laughing at the same time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt;, we were the only ones outside because we left a little early (Callie had a headache). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Unluckily&lt;/span&gt;, there was only one person sitting in foyer by the window who could have seen the whole thing. I wont mention any names (just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; HE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8301097051737139387?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8301097051737139387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8301097051737139387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8301097051737139387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8301097051737139387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-wind.html' title='Holy WIND!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-7675451083758875133</id><published>2009-03-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:20:21.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Dad</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to Snowflake and spent the afternoon canning with my Dad. My dad loves to cook and can and spend time in the kitchen. I love this about him. On my way home I started thinking about how well rounded he is. Some of the things he loves to do include: gardening, building things, working on his year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supply&lt;/span&gt;, hunting, fishing, hashing politics, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;traveling&lt;/span&gt;, and cooking (he can even make bread). These are only a few of the things he does regularly. I love that he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in all of these things because I know that I can go to him for help and advice. I also know that he would do anything within his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;realm&lt;/span&gt; of possibilities to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid one of my favorite things was to spend time with my Dad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; for me he was patient enough to let me tag along to many of the places he would go. I especially loved to go with him to work (he had a drywall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; when I was young). He was always so willing to listen to me talk and talk and talk.... Now that I am a parent I truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; all the patients he showed toward me when I was a kid and also now that I'm an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I got to spend some time with him yesterday. It seems like time is flying by so fast right now that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get to spend nearly enough time with the people I love. Thanks Dad for your help yesterday! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7675451083758875133?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7675451083758875133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7675451083758875133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7675451083758875133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7675451083758875133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-my-dad.html' title='To my Dad'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-7687617007269627136</id><published>2009-03-20T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:23:34.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian's new BIKE</title><content type='html'>After my ultrasound on Tuesday, Brian and I stopped to look at bikes. (Brian used my bike a lot last year, so he thought it would be nice to have his own.) We must be really BIG suckers or something, because we not only ended up buying him a bike, but Eric got a trailer too! It was really cute to listen to Eric tell everyone, "I have a trailer". I'm really excited we got it too, because now he can come along with us when we ride. Also, there are two seats in it! This will be convenient because in no time at all we will have another little one to take along. Callie and Tyler are also happy we got it because now we will be able to ride as family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to pick Brian's bike up the next day because they needed to tune it up, and he thought it would be cool to ride it home from Show Low.....  I wish I could have recorded him talking about how excited he was to do this. He even went as far as to say he was going to ride his bike to Utah to see Brett and Deni this summer! I cant help but laugh when he says things like this, because I don't think he has a clue how hard that would be! Well I guess when he was saying it he didn't have a clue, but now he does..... After he was done with work the next day, I took him to Show Low and dropped him off. I don't think he left the shop until around 5:00, because they were still doing some work on his bike. Then I went to Walmart to do a little shopping. After that, I went to Jack in the Box and got him one of his favorite things: tacos, 6 of them, and just before I caught up to him at around 6:45pm I stopped and rolled all the taco rappers into our car windows. Then, as I reached him I slowed down and took a big bite of a taco. Now, you have to understand that by this time, he had been riding for 1 hr and 45 min.... He was almost half way home and he was cold and tired. He seriously gave me the funniest look I had ever seen! Then he made me pull over so he could eat the rest of the tacos (he LOVES Jack in the Box tacos). I offered to take him home, but he refused because he had already bragged to his class about riding home. About an hour later though, he called me because it got so dark that the car lights on the road were blinding him. Keith Bigler was the hero of the night because he took us in his truck to pick Brian up. Brian's bike computer said he rode 27 miles in 3 hours. Which is good considering that it was his first ride, he had to go up tons of hills, and part of it was in the dark. He hasn't talked about riding to Utah anymore though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScQLL3rqi2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/M8Fdprx9V7E/s1600-h/DSC_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScQLL3rqi2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/M8Fdprx9V7E/s400/DSC_0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScQLMFjhdJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QFRUId8UO4M/s1600-h/DSC_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScQLMFjhdJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QFRUId8UO4M/s400/DSC_0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScQLMF8TPuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/77gdgSK0F_U/s1600-h/DSC_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScQLMF8TPuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/77gdgSK0F_U/s400/DSC_0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;Brian after the BIG ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7687617007269627136?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7687617007269627136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7687617007269627136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7687617007269627136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7687617007269627136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/brians-new-bike.html' title='Brian&apos;s new BIKE'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/ScQLL3rqi2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/M8Fdprx9V7E/s72-c/DSC_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-5148177099628928781</id><published>2009-03-17T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:11:11.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big NEWS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today was a big day...... It was actually a very anticipated day by everyone in our little family. It was a day that we knew would give us insight into how we will need to prepare for our future. It was the day we found out that we will be having a......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;~BOY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-5148177099628928781?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5148177099628928781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=5148177099628928781' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5148177099628928781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5148177099628928781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-news.html' title='Big NEWS!!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-1531933780482326309</id><published>2009-03-17T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:01:00.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb_ByVb5hAI/AAAAAAAAAck/xQLYXnW7zpw/s1600-h/DSC_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314179155812254722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb_ByVb5hAI/AAAAAAAAAck/xQLYXnW7zpw/s400/DSC_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb_ByFYEpUI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WfU-zn_AlQM/s1600-h/DSC_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314179151501239618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb_ByFYEpUI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WfU-zn_AlQM/s400/DSC_0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb_BxdrTvvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/erLfeS-7mzI/s1600-h/DSC_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314179140844502770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb_BxdrTvvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/erLfeS-7mzI/s400/DSC_0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year Tyler's teacher, Mrs. Elsworth has rallied her kids into getting excited about St. Patrick's Day. For the past few days, Tyler has been talking about little else. So before I went to bed last night, I messed up the kitchen, turning chairs and other things over. Then, I put green sprinkles all over the counter tops. His reaction to all this was really funny. He was the first one to go into the kitchen, and when he saw it he freaked out! To say the least, he was a very excited little boy all morning... saying "do you believe in Leprechauns now?".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you? I'm not sure if I do, but I have always loved St. Patrick's Day. But then again I love all the Holidays around this time of the year. I'm sure that Valentines Day, St. Patrick's Day and Easter will always turn me back into a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eirefirst.com/clipart/gifs/Shamrock%2021.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1531933780482326309?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1531933780482326309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1531933780482326309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1531933780482326309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1531933780482326309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb_ByVb5hAI/AAAAAAAAAck/xQLYXnW7zpw/s72-c/DSC_0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6017775525877934205</id><published>2009-03-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:18:55.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Yoshihiko Kikuchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb3Q0kvtuHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EuAd5irQ2oc/s1600-h/member+of+the+70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313632737002633330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb3Q0kvtuHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EuAd5irQ2oc/s400/member+of+the+70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we had the privilege of having Elder Kikuchi come for our stake conference. He is such a great man. I truly loved listing to him speak. All the other speakers did really well also. I cant remember the last church meeting that I enjoyed as much as the two conference meetings I was able to attend this weekend. (Not that I'm saying I don't enjoy most meetings).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its funny to say that I was actually dreading this conference, because on Wednesday night we were asked to say the prayers for the Saturday night adult meeting. This may sound silly but the thought of praying in front of all the adults, made me really scared. So ironically the time between Wednesday and Saturday flew by, and before I knew it I was walking into the Taylor Stake Center. Before the meeting started, Elder Kikuchi walked around to shake hands with some of the people. When he got to us, he first talked to my Brother-in-law, Cory (who was sitting by us). This was how their conversation went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder Kikuchi: "Are you from Hawaii"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory: "No". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder Kikuchi: "Are you Samoan".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory: "No".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder Kikuchi: "Are you from China".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory: "No".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder Kikuchi: "Then what are you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory: "Indian".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder Kikuchi: "Are you Navajo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory: "Yes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder Kikuchi: "Well then I will say to you the only Indian word I know, Yat-ta-hay"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he proceeded to tell us that "konnichiwa" means "hi" in Japanese. After that he shook our hands and moved on to the next row. I'm so glad we were able to have that funny experience with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meeting that fallowed was amazing. I felt the spirit so strong as I listened to each of the speakers talk. I think that the fact that I was going to be praying at the end of the meeting helped me to listen more carefully..... I particularly enjoyed listening to Elder Kikuchi speak. He said some really funny things like, "If you want to be more romantic, you need to eat more rice".... He also said some serious things, but when he started talking about the life of Christ and the atonement, he spoke as an apostle of God, and it touched me so deeply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was the last speaker, so at the end of his talk he asked if he could change the song to, As I Have Loved You (that may not be to correct name of the song). He also asked who was saying the closing prayer. I kind of raised my hand, and others around me pointed my way. He then asked me to come up there so I could be ready. This really embarrassed me, and played a key roll in me not remembering anything I said in the prayer. I learned during conference the next day, that he must do that quite often because he did it to the poor girl who said the closing prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stake Conference was really good also. Toward the end of Elder Kikuchi's talk, he told of his conversion story and even now when I think of it I get goosebumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6017775525877934205?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6017775525877934205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6017775525877934205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6017775525877934205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6017775525877934205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/yoshihiko-kikuchi.html' title='Elder Yoshihiko Kikuchi'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sb3Q0kvtuHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EuAd5irQ2oc/s72-c/member+of+the+70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6535703951813138591</id><published>2009-03-09T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:14:49.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend</title><content type='html'>About a week ago Brian and I watched the movie, "Taken"... It is one of those movies where you are on the edge of your seat the whole time. I actually need to use the bathroom about ten minutes into the movie, but I held it until the movie was over, because I didn't want to miss anything. (In my pregnant state, that is big for me :)) So, it was really good... but scary too, because I know that that people are taken for the very purpose portrayed in the movie. In fact on the same note, I recently learned that Phoenix has the 2 most kidnappings in the US. So, between watching the movie and learning this, I feel a strong need to be a little more protective of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to get to my point..... Callie was invited to go snowboarding with a friend on Saturday, which meant I needed to take her to her friends house at 6:30 am. Well, 6:00 rolls around and I couldn't hear her getting ready. (Callie is really good about getting up on her own.... she's definitely a morning person.) So, I get up and go to her room, turn on the light and.... no Callie. Sometimes she will go sleep by Tyler, so I looked in his room..... again, no Callie. I quickly look through all the rooms upstairs without finding her. That's when I notice a light on down stairs, so I figure she is down there. I walk through all those rooms, and find no sign of her. So I run up stairs, completely freaked out. I wake up Brian and explain to him how I cant find her. He asks if her snowboard and gear is still here, I say "yes its in her room". He jumps up and runs back toward her room, and I decide to look downstairs again............ Lets just say I felt dumb when I found her asleep on a couch that I had walked past 2 minutes before! I woke her up, and she said she had set the alarm on my phone, but it must not have gone off... I still feel a little dumb for that one. But for a minute I was scared out of my mind not knowing what to do. I feel so bad for all those parents who have experienced that kind of fear without finding their child two minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the rest of our weekend. At noon on Saturday we went to a b-day party for Brian's nephew. It was fun to get out of the house and visit with other people for a while. I even tried my first ever hot dogless hot dog. They had hot dogs at the party and I didn't think my preggo tummy could handle one, but I was starving.... So I had a bun with everything on it but the hot dog. It would not be my food of choice, but it wasn't too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party we went home and Eric and I took a nap. I got up before Eric did so I hung out with Tyler for a while. He and I decided that we needed to do something fun that night, so after we picked up Callie from her friends, we went to Pizza Time for pizza, then we rented a movie that we could all watch together. Tyler was the only one who ended up staying up for the whole movie. Callie, Eric and I fell asleep, and Brian got distracted doing something else. Good job Tyler for staying up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I was released form my scout calling... Which is a little sad because I really did like working with the boys in my group. But it was a blessing also because its really hard to do... because it conflicts with my babysitting. It was also hard at the beginning of my pregnancy and I'm sure it would have been hard at the end. After being released for that calling I was called to be the enrichment leader. I'm sure I'll enjoy doing that because I had that calling a few years ago when I lived in Snowflake. Brian and I still teach in the Primary also. So I'm sure we will still be as busy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night Keith and Donna Bigler along with Taya (Jessica's little girl) came over. We were all happy to see/visit with them. Eric loves Taya, so anytime she is around life is great for him. Donna brought us some really yummy cinnamon rolls too. They are soooo good. She takes such good care of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbVtXEqTlFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TSzNe5XZFSc/s1600-h/DSC_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311271578708972626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbVtXEqTlFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TSzNe5XZFSc/s400/DSC_0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Sam also came over and ate a late dinner at our house Sunday night, and then stayed the night. It is so nice when he is passing though and can spend some time with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbVtXX1GKGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xAYzAODyK4Q/s1600-h/DSC_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311271583854504034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbVtXX1GKGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xAYzAODyK4Q/s400/DSC_0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning: Callie, Tyler and Eric all ready to face another week!&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/4355610626737775027-6535703951813138591?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6535703951813138591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6535703951813138591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6535703951813138591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6535703951813138591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-weekend.html' title='Our Weekend'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbVtXEqTlFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TSzNe5XZFSc/s72-c/DSC_0800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-3866446699098857761</id><published>2009-03-05T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:14:06.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE YEAR... WOW!!!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was our anniversary.... I cant believe that a whole year has already passed! I guess that's a good sign right? I'll take it as one.... Because all in all it really was a good year. It was a little tough for all of us at times to get adjusted to our new life. But I'm happy that we were all willing to do our best and make it work out. For our anniversary we went on a weekend trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. Brian had never been there so we had fun checking everything out. Although we had a good time, it was kind of sad also.... just seeing how so many people there are lost, and stuck in a pattern of making really bad choices, made me grateful for the life I have. With that in mind, I'm going to list some of my favorite things about the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Student teaching at the same time as Brian. That was great because we taught the same grade and it gave us a lot to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;2. Graduating from college.... I had fun walking, knowing that I wouldn't have to drive to Snowflake to student teach any more. It also was big for me because I knew I completed something I had worked really hard for.&lt;br /&gt;3. Our trip to New York. It was such a spontaneous trip. We planned the trip two days before we left.&lt;br /&gt;4. Riding my bike around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; (with and without the kids). I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; is so beautiful, I loved riding around, checking everything out. I'm looking forward to being able to ride again after I have my baby.&lt;br /&gt;5. Planting a garden. Last year was my first real garden. It didn't turn out as well as I thought it would, but I'm looking forward to improving it this year!&lt;br /&gt;6. Watching Callie and Tyler make new friends here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt;. I know they were kind of worried about leaving their friends back in Snowflake.... So it has been so great to have them make new friends here.&lt;br /&gt;7. Making new friends myself.... I've loved all the new people I've met here and new friendships I've gained.&lt;br /&gt;8. Watching Brian start out his first year of teaching and seeing how much he loves it!&lt;br /&gt;9. Finding out that I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;10. Finally getting over the morning sickness!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. (This really is number one) Tyler's baptism. It was so special to watch him take the first step in his life long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; of getting back to our Heavenly Father. It makes me feel so peaceful every time I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have had a good year. There where so many other good things about it that I didn't list.... I'm so grateful for Brian, and the good person he is. I'm grateful for Callie, Tyler and Eric; and that I get to be their mom. I love them all so much. I'm grateful for all the people that support and love us. Life is Good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-3866446699098857761?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3866446699098857761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3866446699098857761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3866446699098857761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3866446699098857761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-year-wow.html' title='ONE YEAR... WOW!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-123072755595925194</id><published>2009-03-05T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:27:12.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue and Gold Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbA1fGsbg3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/6RAQv_Zx3eA/s1600-h/DSC_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309802769158996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbA1fGsbg3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/6RAQv_Zx3eA/s320/DSC_0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbA1ezNDxAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UaFEznLfMH8/s1600-h/DSC_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309802763927143426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbA1ezNDxAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UaFEznLfMH8/s320/DSC_0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbA1ec-njAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UyTDhtYc77Y/s1600-h/DSC_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309802757960993794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbA1ec-njAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UyTDhtYc77Y/s320/DSC_0751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was the Blue and Gold Banquet. Tyler was especially excited about it because he had been working extra hard to pass off some requirements. For every three requirements they pass off they get a yellow bead. He had six done so he was able to get two beads to wear on his shirt. Tyler is such a good little scout. He is blasting through his book and will be done with his wolf in no time! &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/4355610626737775027-123072755595925194?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/123072755595925194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=123072755595925194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/123072755595925194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/123072755595925194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-and-gold-banquet.html' title='Blue and Gold Banquet'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbA1fGsbg3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/6RAQv_Zx3eA/s72-c/DSC_0769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6440787704315693779</id><published>2009-03-05T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:26:15.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and a Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago we had some friends, along with the missionaries come over for dinner. After we ate, one of the elders played us a song. Eric left in the middle of it and came back with his own little instrument. It was so funny how he remembered that he had something that resembled what the Elder was playing, and made sure he was in on the action too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAyQ-ratZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0PORx5cTnvo/s1600-h/DSC_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309799227954214290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAyQ-ratZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0PORx5cTnvo/s320/DSC_0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAyQfjDSRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/kfHX0Nb3soY/s1600-h/DSC_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309799219597625618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAyQfjDSRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/kfHX0Nb3soY/s320/DSC_0735.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see from this picture, Paula and Tyler got a little crazy with the chocolate. Yum.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6440787704315693779?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6440787704315693779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6440787704315693779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6440787704315693779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6440787704315693779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinner-and-show.html' title='Dinner and a Show'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAyQ-ratZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0PORx5cTnvo/s72-c/DSC_0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-8124809428201765431</id><published>2009-03-05T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:05:43.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAv-PA2TqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bp3YJqc5mPI/s1600-h/DSC_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309796706898300578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAv-PA2TqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bp3YJqc5mPI/s320/DSC_0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAv96TpeuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LR9d6dudJ8o/s1600-h/DSC_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309796701340007138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAv96TpeuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LR9d6dudJ8o/s320/DSC_0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I was doing the dishes, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to Eric and his buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coltin&lt;/span&gt; play, when I hear Eric calling for me. So I fallow his voice to the other side of the counter to find them in their own little self made jails. They were both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; proud of themselves until they wanted to get out!!!&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/4355610626737775027-8124809428201765431?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8124809428201765431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8124809428201765431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8124809428201765431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8124809428201765431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-kids.html' title='Crazy Kids'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAv-PA2TqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bp3YJqc5mPI/s72-c/DSC_0718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-5328718584500734602</id><published>2009-03-05T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:53:17.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party, Party, Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAqyu4IOMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2zyDnTpXzXM/s1600-h/DSC_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309791011735091394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAqyu4IOMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2zyDnTpXzXM/s320/DSC_0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother, Jason with Callie and Tyler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAqyJBPjSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iEutIjugQBQ/s1600-h/DSC_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309791001572773154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAqyJBPjSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iEutIjugQBQ/s320/DSC_0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler caught the only fish. Lucky guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAqxw74kwI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZaYopaMoyUE/s1600-h/DSC_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309790995107844866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAqxw74kwI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZaYopaMoyUE/s320/DSC_0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Callie and Tyler both said that they want to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lazier&lt;/span&gt; tag party next year! I wish we had a place to play it closer to where we live....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we went to TWO Birthday parties. They were both in the Mesa/Chandler area. We were going to go as a family, but Eric ended up getting sick, and Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;volunteered&lt;/span&gt; to stay home with him. The first party we went to was for my friend, Paula's husband. She arranged for a surprise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lazier&lt;/span&gt; tag party for him. It was exciting for Callie and Tyler because they had never played it. After that we went to a party for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zann&lt;/span&gt;. He turned a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whopping&lt;/span&gt; 4 years old. His party was a fishing one, and we LOVE to go fishing, so we had a great time there also. I feel bad that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get a shot of either of the B-day boys. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; feeling well during that trip, so I had a hard time thinking strait!&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/4355610626737775027-5328718584500734602?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5328718584500734602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=5328718584500734602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5328718584500734602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5328718584500734602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-party-party.html' title='Party, Party, Party'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SbAqyu4IOMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2zyDnTpXzXM/s72-c/DSC_0712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-7744953399518194038</id><published>2009-03-04T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:10:26.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa766DXMW7I/AAAAAAAAAak/GNMTS5_0IjE/s1600-h/DSC_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456885958335410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa766DXMW7I/AAAAAAAAAak/GNMTS5_0IjE/s320/DSC_0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa75cQEmLyI/AAAAAAAAAac/AgRG0uWExXg/s1600-h/DSC_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309455274462293794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa75cQEmLyI/AAAAAAAAAac/AgRG0uWExXg/s320/DSC_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa75cEUyl6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/j6Fux47FoVY/s1600-h/DSC_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309455271308990370" style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; DISPLA: block" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa75cEUyl6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/j6Fux47FoVY/s320/DSC_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; 6 my sis-n-law Brandi Yarn had a little boy. They named him Madden. I got to go see him and snap a few pictures while they were in the hospital. I cant believe that in a few short months I'll be there with my new baby! WOW!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7744953399518194038?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7744953399518194038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7744953399518194038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7744953399518194038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7744953399518194038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-baby.html' title='NEW BABY'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa766DXMW7I/AAAAAAAAAak/GNMTS5_0IjE/s72-c/DSC_0594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-8666999908783671303</id><published>2009-03-04T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:31:59.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v_xkOpbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0Qmmkocx5BE/s1600-h/DSC_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309444889632482738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v_xkOpbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0Qmmkocx5BE/s320/DSC_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starkes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; doing a kids gift exchange. They always have one for the kids and one for the adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v_rb107I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UChlOiuVXMk/s1600-h/DSC_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309444887986688946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v_rb107I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UChlOiuVXMk/s320/DSC_0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents, also at my sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v_JH6cmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xwp03y16Tm4/s1600-h/DSC_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309444878776300130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v_JH6cmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xwp03y16Tm4/s320/DSC_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Callie, after her little cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maddlyn&lt;/span&gt; gave her a makeover at my sister Maria's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v-vo1_PI/AAAAAAAAAZs/k-dw_J-NoAs/s1600-h/DSC_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309444871935098098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v-vo1_PI/AAAAAAAAAZs/k-dw_J-NoAs/s320/DSC_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening presents at Grandpa and Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Biglers&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v-TDpBvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lKTl9xAgonM/s1600-h/DSC_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309444864262866674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v-TDpBvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lKTl9xAgonM/s320/DSC_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Morning  -note: pictures are in reverse order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas day was great. We spent most of the morning at home opening presents, visiting and eating a big breakfast. Then we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Biglers&lt;/span&gt; house.... It was really fun to see everyone there, and really kind of them to get us all gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Biglers&lt;/span&gt; house we drove to Taylor to have lunch with my family. It was also nice to see, and visit with everyone there. I love it when we get a chance to spend time with my family. Sometimes it seems like there is 500 miles between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; and Snowflake/Taylor, rather that 30......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From my sisters house we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; for a party at Brian's brother Brandon's house. He made us a really yummy dinner. Which was almost torture considering the fact that we had already eaten two big meals. I did my duty though and stuffed myself until I thought I was going to die! And, again we had a good time visiting exchanging gifts and enjoying each others company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What a day! I cant believe I survived it. As crazy as it was I loved every min. of it, and cant wait until next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-8666999908783671303?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8666999908783671303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=8666999908783671303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8666999908783671303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/8666999908783671303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Sa7v_xkOpbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0Qmmkocx5BE/s72-c/DSC_0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-1227714882300983261</id><published>2009-03-03T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:43:53.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I obviously took a break from updating my blog... But I do want to ramble for a bit about things that actually happened &lt;em&gt;today.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was spring picture day at the intermediate school (the school Brian teaches at) so I decided to take Eric over there so he can have a picture that matches Callie and Tyler's. We didn't go to the school until about 10:30, so as we were getting ready, I had him practice his "cheese face" quite a few times. He loves saying CHEESE, and has such a great smile he is nearly always willing to flash for the camera. I say "nearly" because he decided &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; we got to the school that he was done smiling on demand, and therefore we only got a half smile picture. It was still cute though....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Callie got her picture taken today also. She looked really cute, sporting a curly hair do. Callie has such great hair. It will do just about anything I want it to do.... Lucky girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tyler's school pictures will be next week, which means he will need a hair cut.... I'm excited though, I cant wait to see how they all turn out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was also scouts. We made bird houses, which turned out good except for the fact that I totally underestimated how long they would take to make, so Tyler's isn't quite finished....... Hopefully we will be able to finish it tomorrow. He had a good time though, and is anxiously waiting to start working on his car for the Pinewood Derby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;As scouts was wrapping up Donna (Grandma) called with really great news..... 1. She has another grandson on the way (Jessica is having a boy). &amp;amp; 2. She made us dinner!!!!! It was so yummy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So.... we had a good day! Sorry if this post was boring. Its just nice to ramble sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1227714882300983261?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1227714882300983261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1227714882300983261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1227714882300983261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1227714882300983261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-3455401711659328996</id><published>2009-03-02T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:32:40.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Saxqm4mQd0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/86Ejw5WisbQ/s1600-h/DSC_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308735277023393602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Saxqm4mQd0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/86Ejw5WisbQ/s400/DSC_0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxqmmI9aXI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uIgbW01KvaI/s1600-h/DSC_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308735272068671858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxqmmI9aXI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uIgbW01KvaI/s400/DSC_0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxqmQMhLXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HoRd7G5h5qw/s1600-h/DSC_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308735266178018674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxqmQMhLXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HoRd7G5h5qw/s400/DSC_0438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun things going on Christmas eve. Callie, Tyler and Eric had a good time decorating a log house that Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bigler&lt;/span&gt; made for us. I had fun teasing Callie though, because she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to paint the whole "log" house with frosting. Then Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bigler&lt;/span&gt;, I mean Santa came over for a visit. He makes such a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;... All the kids love him. After visiting with our kids, Santa took Brian to go visit other families. Brian said they had a lot of fun. Then it was off to bed, to rest up for the big day...... Well the kids got logs of rest, Brian and I stayed up late getting everything ready. Then at around 11:00 my brother Sam came over to stay the night at our house. We had fun visiting with him for a while before we went to bed.&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/4355610626737775027-3455401711659328996?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3455401711659328996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=3455401711659328996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3455401711659328996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/3455401711659328996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Saxqm4mQd0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/86Ejw5WisbQ/s72-c/DSC_0446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-4731094181784960375</id><published>2009-03-02T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:15:06.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Starkes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxoW7sItnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zjYBG617BqA/s1600-h/DSC_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308732803952195186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxoW7sItnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zjYBG617BqA/s400/DSC_0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love it when Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starkes&lt;/span&gt; gets a chance to stop by. Here is a picture of Eric having fun with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-4731094181784960375?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4731094181784960375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=4731094181784960375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4731094181784960375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/4731094181784960375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma-starkes.html' title='Grandma Starkes'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxoW7sItnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zjYBG617BqA/s72-c/DSC_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-1259597034877490370</id><published>2009-03-02T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:08:54.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO heads are better than ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Saxcpoi4BsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hZhIUmiEUG8/s1600-h/DSC_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308719931091060418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Saxcpoi4BsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hZhIUmiEUG8/s400/DSC_0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxcpC27LrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2yu0gd-CMAk/s1600-h/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308719920974606002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxcpC27LrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2yu0gd-CMAk/s400/DSC_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Saxco0FAmwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/czTNg8LocBw/s1600-h/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308719917007149826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Saxco0FAmwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/czTNg8LocBw/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxcoiWKxRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9EpTN__AyRE/s1600-h/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308719912247280914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxcoiWKxRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9EpTN__AyRE/s400/DSC_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before Christmas, Eric and his little buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coltin&lt;/span&gt; decided to put their heads together and find something a little funner to do with the baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;formula&lt;/span&gt;, rather than use it to just make bottles. Lets just say that their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; or not they came up with a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alternative&lt;/span&gt; was a little different than mine!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-1259597034877490370?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1259597034877490370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=1259597034877490370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1259597034877490370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/1259597034877490370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-heads-are-better-than-one.html' title='TWO heads are better than ONE'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/Saxcpoi4BsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hZhIUmiEUG8/s72-c/DSC_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-5887536528623514784</id><published>2009-03-02T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:22:12.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Eighmey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxMf-0uOLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/v37GqIDhkeE/s1600-h/DSC_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308702173086759090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxMf-0uOLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/v37GqIDhkeE/s400/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In mid December we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; for the sweetest surprise party I have ever attended. It was for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brian's&lt;/span&gt; grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eighmey&lt;/span&gt;. She was so sweet, she cried when she came home from church to find all her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren in her home. I know she was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to have us all there. It showed me how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; family really is. She said having all her family together made her year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-5887536528623514784?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5887536528623514784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=5887536528623514784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5887536528623514784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/5887536528623514784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma-eighmey.html' title='Grandma Eighmey'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxMf-0uOLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/v37GqIDhkeE/s72-c/DSC_0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-7902724517785266335</id><published>2009-03-02T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:13:00.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating the TREE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxIO-WUXvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wj7RGgEXLhw/s1600-h/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308697482854948594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxIO-WUXvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wj7RGgEXLhw/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxIOUMnO6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/srsHPQZoHzU/s1600-h/DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308697471539952546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxIOUMnO6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/srsHPQZoHzU/s320/DSC_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxINHF2I6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/LJHlb4H9pKg/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308697450842039202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxINHF2I6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/LJHlb4H9pKg/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxIMkOunuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_25h6sGn8_M/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308697441484054242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxIMkOunuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_25h6sGn8_M/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxIMc_II0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DAe8qRX77MY/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308697439539569474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxIMc_II0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DAe8qRX77MY/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I think Eric had the most fun decorating the tree. He would put things on and then take them off and put them back on all over again....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a few pictures of us decorating our TREE!!! It was so fun to put it up. I cant believe that three months has past since we did that..... I feel bad that I got so behind on our blog, so I'm going to try to get caught up today. Sorry that I have to back track so much!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I guess the pictures of the kids I babysit were taken a few days after we decorated it.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-7902724517785266335?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/7902724517785266335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=7902724517785266335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7902724517785266335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/7902724517785266335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/decorating-tree.html' title='Decorating the TREE!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SaxIO-WUXvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wj7RGgEXLhw/s72-c/DSC_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6420376966283509368</id><published>2009-01-26T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:15:59.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric, Eric, ERIC!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday was a crazy day for me. Right when it seemed like I couldn't do anything right, I went to take Eric out of his chair and I noticed his hands were a little dirty. Which was odd because since it was the first thing I noticed when I went to take him out, I definitely wouldn't have missed it when I put him in. Anyway, I noticed that whatever it was, was also wiped on his shirt and pants. So, I did the mom test and &lt;em&gt;smelled &lt;/em&gt;his hand. Yuck! It was POOP! So, of course I got sick while I cleaned him up. Some how the poop seemed way worse with me knowing that Eric had eaten with poop on his hands, and when I smelled his hands they touched my lips!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6420376966283509368?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6420376966283509368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6420376966283509368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6420376966283509368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6420376966283509368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/01/eric-eric-eric.html' title='Eric, Eric, ERIC!!!'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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-4355610626737775027.post-9028617025513941755</id><published>2009-01-04T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:03:46.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's Hunting Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SWGGEutMWmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0urO_iqgHiU/s1600-h/tyler+camping+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287654853324855906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SWGGEutMWmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0urO_iqgHiU/s400/tyler+camping+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SWGGEf48CSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FYz-gS0x7ZQ/s1600-h/tyler+camping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287654849347586338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SWGGEf48CSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FYz-gS0x7ZQ/s400/tyler+camping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week My dad and brother took Tyler camping/hunting. They went somewhere around Thatcher. Tyler had a blast, and came home dirty, dirty, dirty! Thanks Dad and Sam for taking him.... He is now anxiously waiting the next trip :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm sorry I having posted anything for a LONG time. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; stopped taking pictures though, so I will try to play catch up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S I'm pregnant! I'm due on August 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which makes me 9 weeks today. We are very excited to add another little boy or girl to our family. &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/4355610626737775027-9028617025513941755?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/9028617025513941755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=9028617025513941755' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/9028617025513941755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/9028617025513941755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tylers-hunting-trip.html' title='Tyler&apos;s Hunting Trip'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SWGGEutMWmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0urO_iqgHiU/s72-c/tyler+camping+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355610626737775027.post-6766595563455028213</id><published>2008-11-21T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:46:36.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SScR1fzioVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iYgLwXrlcpI/s1600-h/100_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SScR1fzioVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iYgLwXrlcpI/s400/100_1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SScR18JJ_9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cn7GFeLe9Hg/s1600-h/100_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SScR18JJ_9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cn7GFeLe9Hg/s400/100_1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Okay, I am advertising my little brother on the Internet! (Don't get mad Sam... Its for your own good!) I was wondering if any of you know any good girls to set him up with???  Sam is going to be 24 tomorrow. He's going to school to be an industrial electrician, and only has one year left. He is a really good uncle (my kids adore him). He's also an amazing brother and friend. He's really, really good looking +++. If you cant tell form the pictures, one of his best features is his really great dark skin and hair. He is fun to hang out with too. He loves the outdoors, hunting, hiking, camping and fishing...... I'm not advertising him because he's desperate.... I'm just looking forward to gaining a new sister in law, and seeing him move on with his life.  Sorry I don't have more updated pictures. These were taken over the summer, when he stopped by my house to show me his new toy. Leave me a comment if you know anyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4355610626737775027-6766595563455028213?l=bandgstarkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6766595563455028213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4355610626737775027&amp;postID=6766595563455028213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6766595563455028213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4355610626737775027/posts/default/6766595563455028213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgstarkes.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_1465.html' title='Uncle Sam'/><author><name>Ginger</name><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/_ow5PTZmetJ8/SScR1fzioVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iYgLwXrlcpI/s72-c/100_1246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
