<?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-4959420862397743788</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:47:42.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Butterfield</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-1530030010959102626</id><published>2008-11-03T08:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:22:28.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>getting ready....</title><content type='html'>I leave for MN today for 8 long days!  I miss the boys and David already!  I'm going to spend the next few hours getting stuff ready for my trip and I'm trying to squeeze Ry in for a hair cut that he so terribly needs!  I don't think I will do much posting while I am there, I will try... but don't want to promise anything.  I will miss you all... ta ta! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-1530030010959102626?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1530030010959102626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=1530030010959102626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/1530030010959102626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/1530030010959102626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-ready.html' title='getting ready....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-3019385578295415107</id><published>2008-11-03T08:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:19:37.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the park</title><content type='html'>Every Saturday morning the boys go to breakfast with David, Uncle Jeremy (Gunko G), Uncle Matt and the cousins.  These pictures were taken this past Saturday at a park they went to play at after breakfast.  Sure looks like thy were having fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ8ILvduHOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rPoXyl-LlKE/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ8ILvduHOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rPoXyl-LlKE/s400/19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264435487232105698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ8ILBG08tI/AAAAAAAAARs/cR4TR2oW6m8/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ8ILBG08tI/AAAAAAAAARs/cR4TR2oW6m8/s400/18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264435474788053714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-3019385578295415107?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3019385578295415107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=3019385578295415107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3019385578295415107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3019385578295415107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-at-park.html' title='A day at the park'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ8ILvduHOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rPoXyl-LlKE/s72-c/19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-6595651903621789179</id><published>2008-11-02T11:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:29:32.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Happenings</title><content type='html'>Ry waited all day to gt into his Halloween costume.  At first he was dead set on being a monkey.  Then of course on Thursday while we were at the store he decided he HAD to be a pumpkin.  We met up with all the cousins for some trick or treating, Jackson was a trooper even though he really didn't know what was going on!  Here are some pictures from our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ3jKTsxc-I/AAAAAAAAARk/rjqwTLYoYNc/s1600-h/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ3jKTsxc-I/AAAAAAAAARk/rjqwTLYoYNc/s400/05.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264113305692238818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ3jKaNDq4I/AAAAAAAAARc/XN4GvWNq6HM/s1600-h/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ3jKaNDq4I/AAAAAAAAARc/XN4GvWNq6HM/s400/04.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264113307438263170" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-6595651903621789179?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6595651903621789179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=6595651903621789179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6595651903621789179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6595651903621789179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-happenings.html' title='Halloween Happenings'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQ3jKTsxc-I/AAAAAAAAARk/rjqwTLYoYNc/s72-c/05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-7893468034667512773</id><published>2008-11-02T08:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:25:12.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We should start a band</title><content type='html'>Here we are singing Happy birthday to Davey... listen to how Jackson chimes in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea9758114bd9d5c6" 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href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7893468034667512773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=7893468034667512773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7893468034667512773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7893468034667512773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-should-start-band.html' title='We should start a band'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-302945099048126453</id><published>2008-10-30T08:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:35:23.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy!</title><content type='html'>For Davey's Birthday Davids parents gave him a tree.  I thought, what a fabulous idea!  Those of you that have been to our home know that we don't have much of anything going on in our back yard.  In fact when we moved here we didn't even have grass! It may look like grass but all it's just bunches of weeds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQm2fEl-TLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/9fqmbaCO8X4/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp46%3Dot)233(%3D82(%3D628%3DXROQDF)2323+3%3B999784ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQm2fEl-TLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/9fqmbaCO8X4/s400/232323232%257Ffp46%3Dot)233(%3D82(%3D628%3DXROQDF)2323+3%3B999784ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262938284484349106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQm2fttXmaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/B-oLB56R0UE/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp46%3Dot)233(%3D82(%3D628%3DXROQDF)2323+3%3B99%3B8%3B5ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQm2fttXmaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/B-oLB56R0UE/s400/232323232%257Ffp46%3Dot)233(%3D82(%3D628%3DXROQDF)2323+3%3B99%3B8%3B5ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262938295521221026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now over the years we have added sod, trees, plants and flowers.  In fact I wish I had a camera right now to take a picture of how beautiful the front of our house looks.  We put in a patio and some small bushes and flowers in the back but we have not yet started on the actual yard.  When Davids mom called asking if we would like a tree we were all over it!  So yesterday during the birthday party, David, Jeremy and Ryder planted our first tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQm3ZLFRtCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qmafAqrGKjw/s1600-h/IMG_39551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQm3ZLFRtCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qmafAqrGKjw/s400/IMG_39551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262939282658669602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryder loves spending time with his Daddy and "Gunko G" the smile on his face shows just how much fun he was having!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-302945099048126453?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/302945099048126453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=302945099048126453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/302945099048126453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/302945099048126453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQm2fEl-TLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/9fqmbaCO8X4/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp46%3Dot)233(%3D82(%3D628%3DXROQDF)2323+3%3B999784ot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4327671708481888292</id><published>2008-10-29T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:14:10.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Davey!</title><content type='html'>Today is David's Birthday.... he's turning 31!  Tonight we are having the family over to celebrate.  Hopefully our new camera will come today that was I can actually post "real" pictures!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVEY, xo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4327671708481888292?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4327671708481888292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4327671708481888292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4327671708481888292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4327671708481888292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-davey.html' title='Happy Birthday Davey!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-1273248859729172143</id><published>2008-10-26T18:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:13:48.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie's special day</title><content type='html'>Gracie is my cousin Lori's little girl.  She is so sweet and I think she looks just like her mama!  Since I don't have a baby girl, I take great delight in the fact that she has one...  Lori, since I'm done, I may just want to borrow her every now and then.  Would that be OK?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not able to make it to the actual Baptism service because I was teaching Sunday School myself, but we were able to make it to her party to help her celebrate.  I was told that she was so good during church and didn't even cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson was pretty fond of Gracie himself.  Being the baby in our family, it isn't often that he is around someone smaller then him.  I think he liked being the older one.... just look at how he looks and cuddles with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQT472QP4EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1uwyaoh94O8/s1600-h/Photo_102608_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQT472QP4EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1uwyaoh94O8/s400/Photo_102608_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261603971735216194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQT47jVbjDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2mTFiwtNq04/s1600-h/Photo_102608_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQT47jVbjDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2mTFiwtNq04/s400/Photo_102608_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261603966656678962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Ry and Jac holding Gracie together.  I can't believe how gentle they both were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQT5U0gEwII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vzlvfuetMYM/s1600-h/Photo_102608_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQT5U0gEwII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vzlvfuetMYM/s400/Photo_102608_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261604400761454722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's blessings Gracie, we love you! xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-1273248859729172143?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1273248859729172143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=1273248859729172143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/1273248859729172143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/1273248859729172143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/gracies-special-day.html' title='Gracie&apos;s special day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQT472QP4EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1uwyaoh94O8/s72-c/Photo_102608_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-5682509648872762106</id><published>2008-10-24T08:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:53:28.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to e fun, thanks Nina!</title><content type='html'>Yes I have been slacking again.  My apologies!  I still have to write about our trip to the apple orchard and all sorts of stuff.  I've just been so busy with trying to get stuff ready for me going back to work, seriously the days have been NONSTOP!  So I saw this on my fabulous friend &lt;a href="http://ninabucciarelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nina's blog&lt;/a&gt; and I figured it would get me back in the game.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQHSppgLfyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Gt7LZPlGxYE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQHSppgLfyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Gt7LZPlGxYE/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260717452702744354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is called "Fourth of Fourth"... I pick the 4th picture in my 4th picture folder, write about it, and then tag 4 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th folder - √&lt;br /&gt;4th picture - √&lt;br /&gt;Write about it - √&lt;br /&gt;Tag 4 people - √&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th folder - 10-17-07.  Pumpkin painting party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th picture - Me helping Ryder paint his pumpkin.  Well it is actually probably when I first gave him the pumpkin to paint.  We invited all our cousins over to decorate pumpkins for Halloween.  They are all still a little to young to carve a pumpkin so painting them was ideal.  We had a blast, everyone did such a great job and managed to stay pretty clean.  There were all sorts of pumpkins... my favorite was Cole's, who decided to paint his pumpkin orange.  All orange because it was his favorite color - how funny!  Ry was 2 at the time, just look how young he looks!  When we were done, we cleaned up our mess and enjoyed some homemade brownies that I had made prior to the gathering.  It sure was a great afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 4 people- &lt;a href="http://jeffandmandyrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;House of Rose&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://financialdad.wordpress.com/"&gt;Financial Dad&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chrisjenna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Team Cogski&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://chrisjenna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Addie and Mommie's Bloggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nina for some inspiration this morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-5682509648872762106?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5682509648872762106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=5682509648872762106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5682509648872762106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5682509648872762106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-going-to-e-fun-thanks-nina.html' title='This is going to e fun, thanks Nina!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SQHSppgLfyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Gt7LZPlGxYE/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4759498766946146570</id><published>2008-10-22T08:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:35:45.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping or trying to cause trouble?</title><content type='html'>Ryder has taken the role of being a big brother very seriously.  He has been helping Jackson with all sorts of things lately.  On his particular day Ryder was enjoying yogurt as his afternoon snack, I guess he wanted to see if Jackson wanted some.  Ry was spoon feeding Jackson the yogurt so nicely that I just let them do it.  I turned my back for one second to find that Ryder had decided it was a good idea to start painting Jackson with the yogurt. He had it in his hair, his ears, all over his face... you name it, there was yogurt.  So I am wondering if Ryder was really wanting to help Jac or if his ultimate plan was to paint Jac. Hmmm.... I guess whatever Ryder's plan was, Jackson didn't seem to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryder helping Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SP8qSoFdnOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yxxb9rsR_Kk/s1600-h/helping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SP8qSoFdnOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yxxb9rsR_Kk/s400/helping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259969389278371042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson after I got him cleaned off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SP8qomFnZdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/TMwSRFjm65k/s1600-h/Photo_102008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SP8qomFnZdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/TMwSRFjm65k/s400/Photo_102008_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259969766699263442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh got to run!  The boys new thing is opening the refrigerator door and seeing what they can take out.  I'm not even kidding when I say that little Jackson just ran up to me just with an open bottle of Tabasco holding his tongue.  Ouchies... but I'm willing to bet he won't do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4759498766946146570?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4759498766946146570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4759498766946146570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4759498766946146570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4759498766946146570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/helping-or-trying-to-cause-trouble.html' title='Helping or trying to cause trouble?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SP8qSoFdnOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yxxb9rsR_Kk/s72-c/helping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-8274606103839105591</id><published>2008-10-21T18:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:11:40.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, dance, dance!</title><content type='html'>We love to dance, the whole family does and many nights we spend with the boys showing us their latest moves.  Here we just happened to catch the Hannah Montana Best of Both Worlds Concert on the Disney Channel.  The boys bopped along while David &amp; I watched.  For some reason Jackson kept falling down, but he would get right back up and join in again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d6d511062f68726" 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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d6d511062f68726%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331596114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68A67461001F61981C624089BED074F348644E7C.7599D4D481EC1316C5CEB9B00BC511A294199F8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d6d511062f68726%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm-bOCN1HsN1qxObwMauPhxd3x44&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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d6d511062f68726%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331596114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68A67461001F61981C624089BED074F348644E7C.7599D4D481EC1316C5CEB9B00BC511A294199F8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d6d511062f68726%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm-bOCN1HsN1qxObwMauPhxd3x44&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-8274606103839105591?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4d6d511062f68726&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8274606103839105591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=8274606103839105591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8274606103839105591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8274606103839105591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance, dance, dance!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-7552407983894210616</id><published>2008-10-20T07:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:55:59.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Da!</title><content type='html'>OK here it is!  It looks way different then before.  I do not have everything up yet, still need to work on windows, the tops of the cabinets and the walls but I want to find something I really like before I get to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPx_v9hM3FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/apcoePWlFaw/s1600-h/Photo_101908_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPx_v9hM3FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/apcoePWlFaw/s400/Photo_101908_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259218926806293586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-7552407983894210616?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7552407983894210616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=7552407983894210616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7552407983894210616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7552407983894210616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/ta-da.html' title='Ta Da!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPx_v9hM3FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/apcoePWlFaw/s72-c/Photo_101908_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-8386590681807069275</id><published>2008-10-18T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:58:22.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm slacking....</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes I know... I'm a slacking blogger.  Does that even make sense?  I guess I've been pretty busy over here.  Starting tomorrow I will be much better.  The kitchen is completed but I don't have any pictures yet because I need to put everything back where it goes.  That is my goal for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the going back to work...  I'm going to do it!  I accepted the job late yesterday afternoon.  The GM seems very excited to have me on board and said that he truly believes that with the rate that Lifetime is growing that if I just continue to be me and put myself out in front of the right people that I can have my own club one day.  I thought at first it was fluff but then he said that when I'm in at Corporate in MN (8 days!) that he wants me to make sure that I meet and introduce myself to the higher ups, that he thinks the CEO would love me and that Lifetime does not care how long you have been with them, just how great you are at doing what you are doing.  So lets all hope I get in there and prove myself worthy of all these compliments!  I'm excited to start and really excited for all the new work clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-8386590681807069275?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8386590681807069275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=8386590681807069275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8386590681807069275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8386590681807069275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-slacking.html' title='I&apos;m slacking....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-8836630940165117987</id><published>2008-10-16T08:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:12:44.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The painter is coming!</title><content type='html'>I told you he would surprise me at the last minute!  He called last night saying he would be here tomorrow.  Of course we didn't know this until around 7pm.  Right to work we went.  We had to clear out the kitchen and find places to hide everything so the boys could not get into it.  Then we had to decide on a color.  Many of you know I was hoping to convince Davey to go with a nice chocolate brown.  He told me no over and over.  Then this morning he decided he hated the color I picked out and gave the OK for  the chocolate brown.  Wooohosies!!!!  I decided on  Wenge by Benjamin Moore.  I'll take ics so you guys can see how it turns out!  Have a great day everyone :)  &lt;br /&gt;OH and I think I'm going back to work - full time!  I'll tell more about that later, ta ta for now, off to the gym we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-8836630940165117987?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8836630940165117987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=8836630940165117987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8836630940165117987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8836630940165117987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/painter-is-coming.html' title='The painter is coming!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4589486463656890526</id><published>2008-10-14T19:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:34:43.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Time</title><content type='html'>One thing Ryder loves sharing most with Daddy is a special treat.  When we were at the grocery store yesterday Ryder found a special treat that he wanted to bring home to share with Daddy.  David doesn't mind, because Ryder just so happened to pick out his favorite Reese's Whipped candy bar.  Believe me they are delicious.  Last night Jackson got in on the action and joined them for a "special treat" every time he got to take a bite he would smile up so big at Daddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my 3 boys enjoying their treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPXjEkjPQfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3K4ROD0nivI/s1600-h/Photo_101408_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPXjEkjPQfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3K4ROD0nivI/s400/Photo_101408_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257357807695380978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that I didn't even get one bite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4589486463656890526?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4589486463656890526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4589486463656890526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4589486463656890526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4589486463656890526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/candy-time.html' title='Candy Time'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPXjEkjPQfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3K4ROD0nivI/s72-c/Photo_101408_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-3936735800737156389</id><published>2008-10-13T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:06:54.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too funny not to share</title><content type='html'>I did it guys.... I won the whole thing!  I ended up surprising everyone including  Lidiya Grigoryeva who came in SECOND with a time of 2:27:17.  She thought she had it, but boy did I surprise her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPO4Sild46I/AAAAAAAAAPI/52j7wHmUmiA/s1600-h/n1192511697_1787088_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPO4Sild46I/AAAAAAAAAPI/52j7wHmUmiA/s400/n1192511697_1787088_1615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256747818732610466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPO4SkN4QnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S-SGHRGYXoQ/s1600-h/n1192511697_1787089_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPO4SkN4QnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S-SGHRGYXoQ/s400/n1192511697_1787089_1747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256747819170546290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-3936735800737156389?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3936735800737156389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=3936735800737156389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3936735800737156389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3936735800737156389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-funny-not-to-share.html' title='Too funny not to share'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPO4Sild46I/AAAAAAAAAPI/52j7wHmUmiA/s72-c/n1192511697_1787088_1615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-6932190437234321251</id><published>2008-10-13T12:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:26:22.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuggin along at mile 23... really tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e7a98b275841591" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-5164430330739571677</id><published>2008-10-13T11:51:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:26:44.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryder cheering on the runners while waiting for me at mile 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f5980dac3de95fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-7622050369495167124</id><published>2008-10-13T08:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:26:28.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics from yesterday</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from yesterday.  Hopefully I can figure out how to upload videos later.  I will have more pictures from Marathonfoto tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I feel good today.  My joints are sore, but not as bad as I thought.  I can move and am actually headed to the gym!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLfTnJkXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/USI7ssApLBA/s1600-h/IMG_3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLfTnJkXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/USI7ssApLBA/s400/IMG_3853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256628191284007282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLfUVJUeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MzFDvfJCyYk/s1600-h/IMG_3863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLfUVJUeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MzFDvfJCyYk/s400/IMG_3863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256628191476928994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLftScpWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wKCEuymTMn0/s1600-h/IMG_3871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLftScpWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wKCEuymTMn0/s400/IMG_3871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256628198176499042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLfsEXOtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IOv-Wfs1mrc/s1600-h/IMG_3893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLfsEXOtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IOv-Wfs1mrc/s400/IMG_3893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256628197848988370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLftdoyaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lDBOafuFQeY/s1600-h/IMG_3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLftdoyaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lDBOafuFQeY/s400/IMG_3901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256628198223432098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNL2eN-3AI/AAAAAAAAAPA/l0y6k17o3RI/s1600-h/IMG_3934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNL2eN-3AI/AAAAAAAAAPA/l0y6k17o3RI/s400/IMG_3934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256628589268229122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-7622050369495167124?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7622050369495167124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=7622050369495167124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7622050369495167124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7622050369495167124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-pics-from-yesterday.html' title='Some pics from yesterday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPNLfTnJkXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/USI7ssApLBA/s72-c/IMG_3853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4215695804301809346</id><published>2008-10-12T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:09:27.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh!</title><content type='html'>And I will have pictures later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4215695804301809346?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4215695804301809346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4215695804301809346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4215695804301809346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4215695804301809346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh.html' title='Oh!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-235656086110696867</id><published>2008-10-12T16:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:09:02.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All done</title><content type='html'>I am done.  I have yet to eat and I feel like I've been run over by 5 semi trucks.  At 11 am Chicago hit 85 degrees and it was awful  since the course is mainly in the sun. Isn't it supposed to be cool in October? At the water stations they kept dumping water on our heads to help keep us cool.  Made me think back to high school at Pom camp where they would not let us leave the building without a wet head.  Thank goodness for all the volunteer's that supplied up with water and Gatorade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was rough, it's such a strange feeling.  One minute I felt awful the next great.  I've managed to throw in a load of laundry and pick up the kitchen a little bit since I've been home, but after I eat I am shutting down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 16 I decided to play cheerleader.  I knew how I was feeling and couldn't imagine the people around me were feeling that much better.  I made it a point to ask them if they were doing OK, if they needed anything.  Seeing them smile the run that much easier for me.... I hope it did the trick for them too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were right when they told me at mile 20 it was all mental.  My body was moving, but my head wanted me to stop.  Miles 21-22 were the worst.  Everyone around me was silent and there were barley any spectators.  You could hear footsteps all around you and you were just hoping to see someone or here some other noise.  I guess everyone was doing what I was doing and just trying to stay focused and save energy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 23 I would have these moments where I would seriously think I was forgetting how to breath.... it felt like I was suffocating.  My heart rate was low so I knew I was OK, but I had to tell myself, open your mouth, inhale, exhale and repeat.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 24, you know you are so close and the last thing you want to do at this point is walk.  Tears kept welding up in my eyes and believe it or not I didn't cry.  Believe me, that is a shock because those of you that know me know I cry easily.  Everyone kept screaming 2 more turns and you are done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there it was.... the finish line.  The feeling was amazing!  Suddenly all my energy was back and I finished strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for their support!  I love you all... and yes I think I'm doing it again :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-235656086110696867?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/235656086110696867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=235656086110696867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/235656086110696867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/235656086110696867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-done.html' title='All done'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-871717062863033348</id><published>2008-10-12T04:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:11:09.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3:55...</title><content type='html'>is the time I woke up this morning.  I actually slept last night, I really didn't think that I would, but I was out around 10:30.  I did wake up once and I was thinking uh oh, I won't be able to fall back asleep, but I did!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after getting up I jump in the shower.  Why do I shower before I am going to run?  Well to help loosen up my muscle and joints.  I make the water as hot as I can take it and I let it do it's work.  After I shower I put my hair in some pig tails on top of my head &amp; throw on a little waterproof mascara just so I don't look horrible :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dressed and ready to go.  Oh I forget, you have to put this stuff called body glide all over your body.  It looks like a stick of deoderant.  You put it everywhere and anywhere you have skin or clothing that may rub together.  It helps with chaffing.  I've been fine thus far, but you never know what the day may bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Michael Phelps diet has been in full swing for the last week.  Todays breakfast consists of 2 peanut butter &amp; jelly sandwiches.  I'm on my second one as we speak.  Delicious I might add!  I've got 8 oz of water down and still have 16 to go before the run actually starts.  My brother-in-law Jeremy (Gunko G) is nice enough to have stayed at our house last night and is driving me downtown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on getting to the city around 6:15 this morning.  The race doesn't start until 8, but you need time to warm up, check your gear, drink water, work out nerves, etc.   Right around 7 is when they have you start walking to your corral.  This is where I here things get exciting.  There are 40,000 people all waiting to start this thing.  They have music blaring and I hear it's just really awesome.  But the thing is, it's really east to get so excited that when you start to run you take off way to fast and wear yourself down way to early.  So, I need to remember - nice &amp; slow!  I can always speed up at the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes nothing.... months of training are going to pay off today.  I'm not really scared anymore, just ready for it to be here and done.  Todays mental approach is 6 miles and then a 20 mile training run.  That and I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to be for Halloween and I guess I will have plenty of time to think about it today!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have David &amp; the boys coming down, Jeremy, my Mom &amp; Dad, people from the gym and any my fabulous cousin Beth coming down to cheer me on.  Beth is actually going to meet me at mile 21.5 in China Town and is going to run the last leg of the race with me for mental support.  Seriously isn't she the best.  I can count of her for anything, she the sister I never had!  Awwww :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Beth at Lori's Bachelorette Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPHM6J1IQBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Zjr3mw-ZmaA/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp34+)nu%3D3233)93+)%3B+4)232493+(95934ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPHM6J1IQBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Zjr3mw-ZmaA/s400/232323232%257Ffp34+)nu%3D3233)93+)%3B+4)232493+(95934ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256207539561316370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK I'm done.  I've got to body glide my feet and put my shoes on.  Oh wait you should see my shoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPHLahQBD0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/19IChr9Do5U/s1600-h/Photo_101208_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPHLahQBD0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/19IChr9Do5U/s400/Photo_101208_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256205896580665154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many tags on them right now.  Here you see my black timing chip, my safety tag and the Nike pod that communicates with my ipod.  It's really neat, Davey got it for me.  It tells me my pace, my time and my distance, occasionally Lance Armstrong will come on and congratulate me - I love it!  I really am a technical runner, along with the Nike pod, &amp; my ipod I have on my heart rate monitor so I know what zone I am in and how much harder I can push myself.  I'll explain all that another day.  But it helps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK FOR REAL now, I am done.  I'm ready and excited.  I'll be in touch later and let you all know how I am doing.  Don't make fun of me if the bus takes me for a ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-871717062863033348?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/871717062863033348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=871717062863033348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/871717062863033348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/871717062863033348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/355.html' title='3:55...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPHM6J1IQBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Zjr3mw-ZmaA/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp34+)nu%3D3233)93+)%3B+4)232493+(95934ot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-7021259451397713154</id><published>2008-10-10T16:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:30:54.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>I got flowers yesterday from my best friend &lt;a href="http://jeffandmandyrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mandy&lt;/a&gt; and her family, J &amp; P!  They are so pretty and the mean so much to me.  Thank you so much for caring so much.  You guys just made me a little less worried about tomorrow :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPDirRPG2xI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ph8ZceKjOHY/s1600-h/Photo_101008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPDirRPG2xI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ph8ZceKjOHY/s400/Photo_101008_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255949998130387730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPDirwEWpgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jNEThwYgv-E/s1600-h/Photo_101008_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPDirwEWpgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jNEThwYgv-E/s400/Photo_101008_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950006406784514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-7021259451397713154?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7021259451397713154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=7021259451397713154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7021259451397713154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7021259451397713154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SPDirRPG2xI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ph8ZceKjOHY/s72-c/Photo_101008_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-8579918747813133204</id><published>2008-10-10T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:40:50.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days!</title><content type='html'>So tonight is my most important night of rest.  They say that the night before you will not sleep so to make the most out of Friday night.  The only question I have is, if I couldn't sleep last night because I was all worked up about this thing, then how on earth am I going to sleep tonight!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me to relax already!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-8579918747813133204?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8579918747813133204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=8579918747813133204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8579918747813133204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8579918747813133204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-days.html' title='2 days!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-3104336883000294458</id><published>2008-10-09T11:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:56:11.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a treat</title><content type='html'>Everyday while we are leaving the gym the boys always stop in Miss. Christine's office to get a treat.  Usually it's suckers, sometimes cookies.  Today I let Jackson have a sucker of his own, I usually just trick him and let him play with my water bottle, he was in heaven.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson enjoying his sucker.... can you guess what color it was?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO421X0wEhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H-jgfoOVgus/s1600-h/Photo_100908_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO421X0wEhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H-jgfoOVgus/s400/Photo_100908_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255198105744183826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson when he realized it was all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO421eykwzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BXBQbkgxr1Q/s1600-h/Photo_100908_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO421eykwzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BXBQbkgxr1Q/s400/Photo_100908_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255198107614102322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-3104336883000294458?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3104336883000294458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=3104336883000294458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3104336883000294458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3104336883000294458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-treat.html' title='What a treat'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO421X0wEhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H-jgfoOVgus/s72-c/Photo_100908_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4294530563665661890</id><published>2008-10-09T07:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:03:49.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving?</title><content type='html'>In order to keep myself busy last night I thought it would be a good idea to cook a nice dinner.  I invited Uncle Jer (Gunko G) and made a turkey.  Well, a turkey breast because a whole turkey would be a lot for 3 adults and 2 kids.  Here is how it turned out... it was delicious and made me get really excited for the real Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, the bowl I served the potatoes in was much to big for the amount of potatoes, but the one I wanted to use was in the dish washer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO4AtCYNAXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/46lNR2pa0g8/s1600-h/Photo_100808_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO4AtCYNAXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/46lNR2pa0g8/s400/Photo_100808_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255138588920447346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plate... delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO4AtPz6f8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/maDjjEZpjUk/s1600-h/Photo_100808_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO4AtPz6f8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/maDjjEZpjUk/s400/Photo_100808_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255138592526335938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4294530563665661890?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4294530563665661890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4294530563665661890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4294530563665661890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4294530563665661890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SO4AtCYNAXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/46lNR2pa0g8/s72-c/Photo_100808_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4946490930085744720</id><published>2008-10-08T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:46:31.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 marathons? Wow, I've got a lot of catching up to do!</title><content type='html'>Today I met a man at the gym, my runner friend Mia had pointed me out to him so he came over to talk to me.  Turns out that this will be his 13th marathon.  He asked how I was feeling and I told him how worried I was about everything including my hip.  He told me that come Sunday morning all my fears will be gone, I won't feel any pain and all I will want to do is run.  He said there is so much excitement that morning, the music will be playing and everything will be OK.  He gave me advice about the course, where to have people meet me, where the route gets hard, etc.  After a 20 minute conversation I asked him what his name was &amp; introduced myself.  Little does Joe know what inspiration he gave to me this morning, thanks Joe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4946490930085744720?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4946490930085744720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4946490930085744720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4946490930085744720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4946490930085744720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/13-marathons-wow-ive-got-lot-of.html' title='13 marathons? Wow, I&apos;ve got a lot of catching up to do!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-6015093895662843163</id><published>2008-10-08T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:37:59.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>So last night I had this dream... OK I should rephrase that.  Last night I had this nightmare.  If any of you have ever ran a Marathon or a race for that matter they have this bus.  The bus stays behind the last runners and if you don't cross certain check points by a certain time they put you on it and haul your slow butt to the finish line.  That's it, no second chance, no "try and hurry up already" nothing.  You are done.  So in my dream of course I'm running and out of nowhere I here over an intercom.  "Excuse me Mrs. Butterfield, you are moving to slow and we are going to have to ask you to stop".  I woke up before they actually got me on the bus.  See what this is doing to me, it's all I can think of.   Me and the boys are going to have to do something fun today to keep my mind off it.  That and I'll make a good dinner, Jer interested in coming over?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.natronabus.org/news/stoparmgrey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.natronabus.org/news/stoparmgrey.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-6015093895662843163?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6015093895662843163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=6015093895662843163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6015093895662843163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6015093895662843163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4797196841285205282</id><published>2008-10-07T12:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:37:45.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh....</title><content type='html'>"I like running because it's a challenge. If you run hard, there's the pain - and you've got to work your way through the pain. You know, lately it seems all you hear is? Don't overdo it' and? Don't push yourself.' Well, I think that's a lot of bull. If you push the human body, it will respond." - Bob Clarke, Philadelphia Flyers general manager, NHL Hall of Fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep telling myself this because after my short run today my hip is killing me again!  I'm so annoyed and sad at the same time.  RICE - rest, ice, what's the c stand for?, and elevate.  So that's what I'm going to do, starting as soon as the boys are down for naps.  I'm also going to keep reading and rereading this quote to help keep me positive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4797196841285205282?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4797196841285205282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4797196841285205282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4797196841285205282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4797196841285205282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-775092428526564203</id><published>2008-10-06T16:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:29:20.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 miles &amp; a 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOrE8x_g2WI/AAAAAAAAALg/3ScSJbWz3xA/s1600-h/travel_g_chicago_740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOrE8x_g2WI/AAAAAAAAALg/3ScSJbWz3xA/s320/travel_g_chicago_740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254228463772031330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The marathon's about being in contention over the last 10K. That's when it's about what you have in your core. You have run all the strength, all the superficial fitness out of yourself, and it really comes down to what's left inside you. To be able to draw deep and pull something out of yourself is one of the most tremendous things about the marathon." -Rob de Castella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already tell that for the next few days I'm going to be writing a lot about the marathon, it's just about here &amp; I'm trying to self motivate!  5 days to go until I put my body into total shock.  Am I excited... YES!  But so scared at the same time.  I've been training for months and know that I am ready, but the farthest distance I have gone is 20 miles.  On Sunday I will be doing that same 20 and then slapping on another 10K.  Yikes - I'm just hoping to finish, I have no goal time in mind.  Next year I will be more time oriented about it, but for now finishing is what I want to accomplish.  I'm just worried that my hip will give and I will have to slow down.  Through all my training I've been great, but after the 20 miler my hip was feeling the wear and tear of it all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chicago Marathon has a great service set up and you can receive &lt;a href="http://www.doitsports.com/results/MSG-signup.tcl?sub_event_id=2161"&gt;text or e-mail alerts&lt;/a&gt; to where I am on the course.  They will send you a message when I hit 10 miles, half way point (13.1), 30K and the finish line.  So please track my progress and see how I am doing, it may help me to move a little faster knowing that people are tracking me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-775092428526564203?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/775092428526564203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=775092428526564203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/775092428526564203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/775092428526564203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/20-miles-10k.html' title='20 miles &amp; a 10K'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOrE8x_g2WI/AAAAAAAAALg/3ScSJbWz3xA/s72-c/travel_g_chicago_740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-921596738514074413</id><published>2008-10-06T12:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:44:19.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new skirt</title><content type='html'>So many of you know how much I love the day my new &lt;a href="http://www.instyle.com/instyle/home/0,,,00.html"&gt;In Style&lt;/a&gt; magazine arrives at my house.  I crawl into bed around 8 that night and read the entire thing cover to cover, making sure to fold down the corners to all my favorite items.  Then I continue to look through the magazine for the rest of the month until the next one arrives.  It's one magazine that I don't throw away... I have stacks and stacks of them.  Now I know I could just tear out the page and out it in a binder like I do for recipes, but there is just something about the magazine that I can't part with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can only imagine my excitement when my &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/"&gt;Runners World&lt;/a&gt; magazine arrived and the issue was all about &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-369-371--12796-0,00.html?cm_re=HP-_-Most%20Popular-_-The%20Rise%20of%20Skirt%20Culture"&gt;running skirts&lt;/a&gt;.  I went for awhile thinking, no... I can't do that, I would feel so silly!  But in the back on my head, I kept thinking, man they are so cute.  :)  So today at the gym I was talking with a fellow runner that was wearing one herself.  She raved about how comfortable it was to run in.  I have to say she looked so dang cute in it that every negative thought I once had was gone.  I got in my car and immediately started calling all the local running/sports stores.  No luck.  Lot's of them didn't carry them and the ones that did, didn't have it available in an XS.  So I hopped on my computer as soon as I finished giving the boys lunch and found one at &lt;a href="http://www.nike.com/index.jhtml?cp=USNS_KW_0611081618&amp;l=nikestore,running&amp;re=US&amp;co=US&amp;la=EN&amp;ef_id=1778:3:s_502794bd158531a8d889c6e9e3cfef51_1680639580:zvCmkENIYX0AAGhPYIUAAAAu:20081006171356#l=nikestore,grid,_pdp,cid-1/gid-173575/pid-173573/size-XS,_grid,f-10001+12002+4294967251+49150&amp;re=US&amp;co=US&amp;la=EN"&gt;Nike.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It will be here in just a few days and I am so excited to wear it, I hope it's here before the Marathon on Sunday!  Running long distances kinda makes you feel pretty gross so maybe, just maybe if I am sporting my cute new running skirt it will help me feel pretty when I cross the finish line!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOpbbPMKUwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a0yKK1CQc6E/s1600-h/skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOpbbPMKUwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a0yKK1CQc6E/s320/skirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254112438773240578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make fun of me if you wish, but I love it - 26.2 here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-921596738514074413?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/921596738514074413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=921596738514074413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/921596738514074413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/921596738514074413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-skirt.html' title='My new skirt'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOpbbPMKUwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a0yKK1CQc6E/s72-c/skirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-3323963843063261866</id><published>2008-10-06T08:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:40:03.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We match!</title><content type='html'>I had to take a picture of the boys this morning just to show everyone their newest matching outfits.  I try and match them as often as possible and I probably will do so until they yell at me and tell me to stop.  In fact, I dress the whole family alike for holidays, church, family functions, you name it!  Not that we all have on the exact same outfit, but I do stick with a theme.  Makes pictures look better :) I can't believe that David goes along with it half the time, but he's a pretty good sport about it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOoUpkswUZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DXCEWr494oo/s1600-h/matching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOoUpkswUZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DXCEWr494oo/s320/matching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254034619739689362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm at it, here is a picture of Ryder showing off his "big boy" belt.  He got it from his daddy when he turned 3.  He is so proud and feels so important because of it... he feels like daddy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOoU-CmcFrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/whKJydeoUb4/s1600-h/belt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOoU-CmcFrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/whKJydeoUb4/s320/belt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254034971363645106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-3323963843063261866?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3323963843063261866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=3323963843063261866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3323963843063261866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3323963843063261866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-match.html' title='We match!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOoUpkswUZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DXCEWr494oo/s72-c/matching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-3967215590202198388</id><published>2008-10-04T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:56:27.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Bubble Heads</title><content type='html'>One of the boys favorite things to do is bath time.  We fill up our big jacuzzi bath tub, throw in some bubbles and put the boys in.  They love it, their new thing to do is to make bubble hats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOgd93LkBmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5J74RbhpZt0/s1600-h/Photo_092808_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOgd93LkBmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5J74RbhpZt0/s320/Photo_092808_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253481913949357666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play so nice together while they are in there and it's a chance for me to get the bathroom cleaned.  What a way to kill 2 birds with one stone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a good weekend!  We are having a nice low key one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-3967215590202198388?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3967215590202198388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=3967215590202198388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3967215590202198388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3967215590202198388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-bubble-heads.html' title='My Little Bubble Heads'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOgd93LkBmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5J74RbhpZt0/s72-c/Photo_092808_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-906431200714749384</id><published>2008-10-02T16:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:21:15.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluten-free brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOU53BGxj8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/QZZLSeIOqpU/s1600-h/475078888_6be041996d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOU53BGxj8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/QZZLSeIOqpU/s320/475078888_6be041996d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252668157749989314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a friend of mine is allergic to gluten.  Being allergic to gluten means no normal foods made with regular flour so I thought it would be nice to make a gluten free treat.  I brought them to the gym and wowsies, everyone has been asking me for the recipe!  So if you know anyone that is allergic to gluten or you just want to try something different, give these a try.  They are fabulous!  Davey liked them too and he hates when I mess with a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 tablespoons unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces bittersweet chocolate (or as dark as you can stand it)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup brown rice flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup tapioca flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F. Grease an 8-inch square baking pan. Chop the chocolate into small slivers. Slice the butter into one-inch pieces. Combine the two flours together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melting the chocolate. Bring a saucepan of water to a boil, and then turn it down to a simmer. Place a large metal bowl over the top of the saucepan. Put the chocolate and butter into the metal bowl and stir, occasionally, as they both begin to melt. As they come to a full melt, stir and stir, vigorously, until you have a cohesive mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the brownies. In a medium-sized bowl, combine the sugar and eggs, whisking vigorously until they are creamed together, with a silky consistency. Add the vanilla extract and salt and stir well. Add in the gluten-free flours and stir. Finally, pour in the melted chocolate-butter mixture and stir, carefully, with a rubber spatula, until the mixture has become smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking the brownies. Pour the mixture into the prepared baking pan. Smooth the top with the spatula. Slide the baking pan into the oven and set the timer for 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing the brownies. As the brownies are baking, fill the sink with ice cubes and 1 inch of water. When the brownies are finished baking, remove the pan from the oven and place it immediately into the ice-water bath. (Don't let any water splash up onto the brownies!) Let the brownies stay there until they have cooled completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These brownies taste best the next day, after an entire night of refrigeration. That makes the top crunchy, the insides decadently chewy. However, I'm sure no one would suffer if you ate the brownies immediately, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-906431200714749384?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/906431200714749384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=906431200714749384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/906431200714749384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/906431200714749384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/gluten-free-brownies.html' title='Gluten-free brownies'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOU53BGxj8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/QZZLSeIOqpU/s72-c/475078888_6be041996d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-5313239791714090171</id><published>2008-10-02T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:08:19.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And they're off!</title><content type='html'>We had my niece and nephew over this afternoon for a short while.  While they were here we decided to have a scooter race...  well I guess an airplane, tractor, fire engine race.  Cole pretty much won every time.  Jackson just ran back and forth to get in all the action!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOUzQ375atI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hL15wgk4JnY/s1600-h/Photo_100208_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOUzQ375atI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hL15wgk4JnY/s320/Photo_100208_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252660905383652050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOUzQ3vAxUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xUk7zmacRhE/s1600-h/Photo_100208_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOUzQ3vAxUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xUk7zmacRhE/s320/Photo_100208_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252660905329608002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOUzQ55CXVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/w0liiRazXpg/s1600-h/Photo_100208_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOUzQ55CXVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/w0liiRazXpg/s320/Photo_100208_006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252660905908526418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished up the afternoon with a snack and some chocolate milk, how fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-5313239791714090171?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5313239791714090171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=5313239791714090171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5313239791714090171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5313239791714090171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-theyre-off.html' title='And they&apos;re off!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOUzQ375atI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hL15wgk4JnY/s72-c/Photo_100208_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-3361689958852473054</id><published>2008-10-02T07:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:00:47.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrr!</title><content type='html'>40 degrees in Chicagoland right now.... it's sooooo cold!!!!  But I love it :)  I just finished eating my oatmeal and am enjoying my morning Cup of Joe. The boys just finished up their breakfast &amp; are dressed in some of their new fall clothes.  We don't have that much planned for the day except for hitting the gym and then helping my sis-in-law out for about a hour while she runs her little girl to the doctor (nothing serious!)  Ryder is already talking about his cousins coming over.  I'm sure I'll have more to post while the day goes on but for now have a great day and stay warm!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried taking pics of the boys this morning in their new fall clothes, but they wouldn't sit still long enough for me to get a good one, I'll try again later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-3361689958852473054?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3361689958852473054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=3361689958852473054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3361689958852473054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3361689958852473054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/brrrr.html' title='Brrrr!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-6514559570418995604</id><published>2008-10-01T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:06:50.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't this a commercial....</title><content type='html'>This afternoon we ran out of the store to get some things for dinner.  While we were there I saw that Kix were on sale.  I have never bought them, heck I don't think I have ever tried them, but since they were on sale and I'm always trying to find something that my kids will actually eat I thought I would give them a try.  I'm unloading the car and come back inside and this is what I see... now yes I know when I leave my children alone for a few seconds I usually return to find them into something.  I guess the Kix were a good purchase!  Ry sure liked them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOP0FX_sDQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dwRItgaAF8E/s1600-h/Photo_100108_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOP0FX_sDQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dwRItgaAF8E/s320/Photo_100108_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252309963621797122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOP0FiwFKGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6sWMtoa1tbc/s1600-h/Photo_100108_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOP0FiwFKGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6sWMtoa1tbc/s320/Photo_100108_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252309966509123682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-6514559570418995604?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6514559570418995604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=6514559570418995604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6514559570418995604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6514559570418995604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/isnt-this-commercial.html' title='Isn&apos;t this a commercial....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOP0FX_sDQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dwRItgaAF8E/s72-c/Photo_100108_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-6279260976033956969</id><published>2008-09-30T13:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:13:04.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot!</title><content type='html'>And do not think I am neglecting Lipstick jungle because I love that one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJsGmQJmVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X6D5GSj02i0/s1600-h/lipstickjunglexlgqj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJsGmQJmVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X6D5GSj02i0/s320/lipstickjunglexlgqj3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251878976070719826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-6279260976033956969?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6279260976033956969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=6279260976033956969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6279260976033956969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6279260976033956969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJsGmQJmVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X6D5GSj02i0/s72-c/lipstickjunglexlgqj3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-5971523843458537189</id><published>2008-09-30T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:55:14.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Seriously, how old am I?  Is there anything wrong with the fact that I love watching shows that my 14 year old niece would enjoy watching?  Of course I'm still a huge fan of Grey's and I'm wondering what is going on at Dunder Mifflin but lately I've been hooked on shows like Gossip Girl, The Hills and the new 90210!  It's almost as good as Christmas morning when I look at my DVR recordings and see unwatched episodes.  Maybe it's my way of regressing...  who knows!  But I have to say I am definitely hooked!  Anyone else out there agree with me?  I have got to remember to set my DVR to record One Tree Hill too, I hear it's a good one.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJnVNgoMpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4r-gWqWWu-M/s1600-h/gossip_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJnVNgoMpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4r-gWqWWu-M/s320/gossip_girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251873729568846482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJnVI7O8LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dK_MS7TRM4A/s1600-h/hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJnVI7O8LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dK_MS7TRM4A/s320/hills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251873728338260146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJnVbBxXiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BKK5TmqgGXU/s1600-h/90210.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJnVbBxXiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BKK5TmqgGXU/s320/90210.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251873733197520418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-5971523843458537189?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5971523843458537189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=5971523843458537189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5971523843458537189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5971523843458537189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-guilty-pleasures.html' title='My Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SOJnVNgoMpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4r-gWqWWu-M/s72-c/gossip_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-943180832187612470</id><published>2008-09-29T08:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:41:58.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Jackson</title><content type='html'>I'm going to apologize right now ladies and gents because our camera is broke!  I'm taking it in this week to get repaired.  I'm not sure what exactly happened to it, I just know that when I turn it on a message comes on the screen telling me to try again.  Maybe some little hands got a hold of it, wouldn't surprise me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the shortage of a camera I have to say I'm glad I have my camera phone.  I probably have it with me more often then I carry our regular camera so this may be a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned before that Jackson can be a little bit of a comedian sometimes.  He used to just hang out but the older he has got he knows that sometimes he may have to compete for some attention.  I think I have also mentioned that he loves to put things on his head.  He walks around so proud... it's actually really cute.  Here is Jac with one of his favorite new toys.  A Lego bucket...  yes, he does love the Legos too.  Always carries 2 around with him, but now he is finding that the bucket helps him get some serious attention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SODaHjHneDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8mFH9QLU7IQ/s1600-h/Photo_072108_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SODaHjHneDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8mFH9QLU7IQ/s320/Photo_072108_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251436988735125554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SODaHzymIdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Tohh7blai_k/s1600-h/Photo_072108_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SODaHzymIdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Tohh7blai_k/s320/Photo_072108_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251436993210360274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SODaIBMz7JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zu5g4xeXOsk/s1600-h/Photo_072108_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SODaIBMz7JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zu5g4xeXOsk/s320/Photo_072108_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251436996809976978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't have a picture of him walking around with the bucket, but that's what he does - he will parade around the downstairs laughing with it on his head.  Silly Jackson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-943180832187612470?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/943180832187612470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=943180832187612470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/943180832187612470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/943180832187612470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-going-to-apologize-right-now-ladies.html' title='Silly Jackson'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SODaHjHneDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8mFH9QLU7IQ/s72-c/Photo_072108_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-3323465282020822636</id><published>2008-09-28T12:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:06:15.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Report</title><content type='html'>If any one is looking for a good book to read, I just finished sTORI TELLING by none other then Tori Spelling.  It was actually pretty good and I would recommend it to any of you that like to read.  Another book that I found absolutely hilarious is a book by my favorite comedian Chelsea Handler.  This woman is pee your pants funny.  I found myself laughing out loud over and over again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the books I have read in the past few months and think you guys should give them a try if you enjoy reading a good chic book as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoM0lyyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qiyRT0Fr-zk/s1600-h/25348146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoM0lyyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qiyRT0Fr-zk/s320/25348146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251134084476160802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoHs9KpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HePkRzT7rq8/s1600-h/51x01N0mTqL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoHs9KpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HePkRzT7rq8/s320/51x01N0mTqL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251134083101960850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoK7mdzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I7-ZRwknCvI/s1600-h/13697167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoK7mdzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I7-ZRwknCvI/s320/13697167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251134083968694066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoSP5-sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5HeOoHcBR7c/s1600-h/13697172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoSP5-sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5HeOoHcBR7c/s320/13697172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251134085932907202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoTUd4nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4e1ttokoQ-M/s1600-h/13700152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoTUd4nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4e1ttokoQ-M/s320/13700152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251134086220472946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-3323465282020822636?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3323465282020822636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=3323465282020822636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3323465282020822636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3323465282020822636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-report.html' title='Book Report'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN_GoM0lyyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qiyRT0Fr-zk/s72-c/25348146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-8854733492341261758</id><published>2008-09-26T19:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:55:48.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>I just opened my e-mail and saw that I had an e-mail from a dear friend that was wondering where my daily post was.  I didn't think anyone was reading this thing!  I know I've been slacking the last few days, but I promise to do a much better job starting tomorrow!  xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-8854733492341261758?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8854733492341261758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=8854733492341261758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8854733492341261758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8854733492341261758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-8342013550427726978</id><published>2008-09-26T19:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:53:41.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness For Washable Markers</title><content type='html'>For Ryder's Birthday we got him this little Lightening McQueen art set.  It has markers, colored pencils, stickers, paper... you name it, it has it.  Well I put it where I hide all the art supplies - up high so he can't get to it with out me around. We were all hanging out down stairs and the boys were playing nicely so I went into the laundry room to get some clothes folded.  When I came out this is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN2Brini4xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C6PJLvA0Okk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN2Brini4xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C6PJLvA0Okk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250495325610894098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that Ryder is not the only bad guy in this photo.  If you pay attention to the bottom of the picture, you will see that there are Tupperware containers all over the place.  That means sweet little one' Jac saw big brother Ry getting into some stuff and thought he that he would join in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's all take a look at Ry Guys artwork.  He found a page of mailing labels that I had printed out and decided to use that as his template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN2CZP36fVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/K1yRnFJ3lfA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN2CZP36fVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/K1yRnFJ3lfA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250496110853258578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least we have the art project that took over our kitchen counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN2Cni5a0mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Fp0n8fJj5JU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN2Cni5a0mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Fp0n8fJj5JU/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250496356478014050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, it came out just fine.  I'm smart enough to make sure all the markers we have are washable.  Buy I made sure to hide the markers in a different spot since he's clearly on to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-8342013550427726978?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8342013550427726978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=8342013550427726978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8342013550427726978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8342013550427726978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-goodness-for-washable-markers.html' title='Thank Goodness For Washable Markers'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SN2Brini4xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C6PJLvA0Okk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-2255270990796322074</id><published>2008-09-25T08:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:15:36.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Little Jackson</title><content type='html'>Jackson is the comedian of the family. He does things all the time to get the attention of Mommy and Daddy since his brother is the one that is usually causing trouble and gets it all.  One thing about Jac is that he loves putting things on his head and face to get attention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is this morning with daddy's sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNuM21cgkRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EC94adjfjGA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNuM21cgkRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EC94adjfjGA/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249944664317923602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after daddy left for the day the trouble began. We have this standing lamp in the living room that Jackson like to bang against the wall.  What he doesn't realize is that he can really hurt himself if it were to fall on him.  After me saying no in every way possible I had to give him a time out.  Giving a 1 year old a time out is not very easy, especially because they have no idea what is going on.  I put him in our time out spot and I can't resist how cute he looks sitting there in the big ole' chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like he's thinking... what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNuNvvvlLaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fLsx6HRmPsI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNuNvvvlLaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fLsx6HRmPsI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249945642039848354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the time out he did what you would expect, he ran right over to the lamp.  This time pulling it down to the ground.  Luckily he is fine... didn't come near him but smashed right on top of me.  If I were smarter I would have taken the lamp right out of the room.  A learning lesson for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-2255270990796322074?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2255270990796322074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=2255270990796322074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/2255270990796322074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/2255270990796322074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-little-jackson.html' title='Sweet Little Jackson'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNuM21cgkRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EC94adjfjGA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-6323216446158407436</id><published>2008-09-24T08:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:19:17.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Lou</title><content type='html'>Ryder is in love with his new fish.  He has insisted that at every meal time Lou joins us at the table.  Here are Lou, Jackson and Ryder enjoying waffles together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but worry that Ryder will soon try and offer Lou some of his waffle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNo-GKdIVaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u2G4Vb-3-eQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNo-GKdIVaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u2G4Vb-3-eQ/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249576591260407202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-6323216446158407436?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6323216446158407436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=6323216446158407436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6323216446158407436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6323216446158407436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-with-lou.html' title='Breakfast with Lou'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNo-GKdIVaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u2G4Vb-3-eQ/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-240968050299119053</id><published>2008-09-22T20:32:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:54:42.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The days festivities have finally ended.  Ryder is fast asleep, he wore himself out -I guess to much parting does that to you!  Here is a recap of our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make the boys wear this hat for at least one picture on their B-day, my plan is to do this all the way until they turn 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhLyhN7SnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zfK1GFCnCdw/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhLyhN7SnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zfK1GFCnCdw/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249028696982637170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryder &amp; Daddy at breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhLI0_KBfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lYmeP5fpRfE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhLI0_KBfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lYmeP5fpRfE/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249027980734891506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryder acting silly at breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhH178gHdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xy2JIu9VAAY/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhH178gHdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xy2JIu9VAAY/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249024357650406866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party set up - cupcakes, party favors and cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhII6P9I1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/D_EWO-NwFl8/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhII6P9I1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/D_EWO-NwFl8/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249024683612644178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhIdCz1GoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uB7Fki3Yufc/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhIdCz1GoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uB7Fki3Yufc/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249025029507979906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhI8jg2M8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/3qMkkhPGwqg/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhI8jg2M8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/3qMkkhPGwqg/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249025570862674882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at his new fish Lou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhJT4yfFFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JtNccY6E7ic/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhJT4yfFFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JtNccY6E7ic/s320/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249025971710792786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ryder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhJsS8JKxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7o-XM2jiN2k/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhJsS8JKxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7o-XM2jiN2k/s320/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249026391047482130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhJsiTtZnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kxbTefjf7Z4/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhJsiTtZnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kxbTefjf7Z4/s320/081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249026395172857458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you buddy!  xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-240968050299119053?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/240968050299119053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=240968050299119053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/240968050299119053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/240968050299119053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/days-festivities-have-finally-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNhLyhN7SnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zfK1GFCnCdw/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-3734109877707812296</id><published>2008-09-22T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:59:59.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ryder!</title><content type='html'>My baby is 3 - I can hardly believe it!  Actually he turned 3 on Saturday, but since his daddy was out of town we were holding off the celebration until today.  We didn't want to confuse him by telling him his birthday was Saturday and then not having the party until today so we just waited.  Believe me, I felt so strange pretending it was an ordinary day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's events include a special breakfast with daddy and Gunko G (Uncle Jeremy).  Then we are heading to the doctor for his 3 year old appointment (I'm crossing my fingers no shots), then off to Lifetime where he has managed to get the people there to fall in love with him too.  He has Birthday presents coming from the manager (Mr. Mike) and his baby sitter, a girl that works at the front desk (Miss. Kelly).  After that, he is having a special lunch with me and Jac followed by his 5:30p Birthday party!  It's a Monkey party!  I know it sounds funny, but you will see how cute it really is.  Throwing kids parties is one of my favortie things to do.  One of these days I will get around to posting pics of all the fun cakes I have baked and parties I have hosted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has the camera with him right now so I can't upload any of the Birthday pics just yet, but I will do it when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ryder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-3734109877707812296?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3734109877707812296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=3734109877707812296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3734109877707812296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/3734109877707812296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-ryder.html' title='Happy Birthday Ryder!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-454378909817547565</id><published>2008-09-20T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:58:04.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 down, 6 to go!</title><content type='html'>I finished!  I feel like I did great.  I felt strong and still had enough energy left to have a dance party on my car ride home.  However, after laying down for awhile it was a whole other story.  I swear my legs were not going to move, I had to force myself to sit up and walk on them.  I guess not really my legs, more my hip flexers which is so hard to stretch out!  I took a HOT shower and then went to the gym for a half hour to flush out all the lactic aid that was building up.  A nice slow walk and lots of stretching. I feel way better!  Now lots of ice and stretching to get me through until tomorrow before I do another 20.  RELAX!  I'm only kidding.  This was my last long run before 26.2 on 10/12.  Now we scale down and focus on rest and relaxation!  Thanks for everyones words of encouragement... it's you guys that gets me through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-454378909817547565?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/454378909817547565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=454378909817547565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/454378909817547565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/454378909817547565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-down-6-to-go.html' title='20 down, 6 to go!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-8664628650166014998</id><published>2008-09-19T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:05:50.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 miles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNRL0Ku9fOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ezzBi1Ahlz0/s1600-h/section6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNRL0Ku9fOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ezzBi1Ahlz0/s320/section6c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247902825400073442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just checked my e-mail and I have received my &lt;a href="http://www.chicagomarathon.com/cms400min/chicago_marathon/"&gt;Chicago Marathon&lt;/a&gt; Bib number today - 32955.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that race day was approaching fast - 22:11:47 days to go, but who's counting! It's going to be here before I know it. Now my nerves are going a little haywire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I'm waking up at 5am &amp; heading to the lake front for a 20 mile run.  20 miles is the farthest you go before the actual race day.  In the next few weeks I will be cutting back my training schedule and really focusing on getting my rest.  Heck, I'll need it after I finish the 20 miles tomorrow!  Actually this is going to sound a little strange but I am excited to run the 20... I think it's a complete mental thing and I just want to know that I can.  I already think I'm going to do it again next year, this year is just my warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep everyone posted on how I do tomorrow, say a few prayers to help me finish strong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-8664628650166014998?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8664628650166014998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=8664628650166014998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8664628650166014998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8664628650166014998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-miles.html' title='20 miles...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNRL0Ku9fOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ezzBi1Ahlz0/s72-c/section6c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-2574210473108383961</id><published>2008-09-19T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:42:09.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Good Helpers!</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was folding laundry I saw the boys go into the closet where I keep our broom, mop, vacuum cleaner etc.  I walk into the kitchen to see them hard at work scrubbing away!  Thanks for all your help boys :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNPWQqMQxBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1ywqFU7fKnY/s1600-h/Photo_091908_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNPWQqMQxBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1ywqFU7fKnY/s320/Photo_091908_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247773572508730386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-2574210473108383961?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2574210473108383961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=2574210473108383961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/2574210473108383961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/2574210473108383961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/such-good-helpers.html' title='Such Good Helpers!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNPWQqMQxBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1ywqFU7fKnY/s72-c/Photo_091908_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-8121965565755534128</id><published>2008-09-17T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:15:49.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevators</title><content type='html'>Today we were at the mall buying a gift for my nieces birthday.  While riding the elevator I thought about a posting my friend a Jen had made about elevators.  To read it click &lt;a href="http://littlebabyaddison.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I usually have both boys in the stroller, but since it was a quick run in I decided Ryder could walk. His favorite thing to do is push the buttons.  And who can blame him, they light up so nicely!   While standing there I had a flash back to about a year prior.  We were on the very same elevator, I wasn't paying much attention and Ry had pushed the emergency button.  A voice came over the speaker and said, "9-1-1, what's your emergency?"  I was not quite sure how to respond so I apologized and explained that my 2 year old had accidentally pushed the button.  There was another Mom in the elevator with us and told me not to worry, that her child had done it before too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Ryder was roaming free in th elevator I had to stand guard of the big red button.  Why on earth do they make it the easiest one for kids to reach?  It's at the perfect height for them... wouldn't you think they would move it towards the top? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNFzBXmn4bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xP-axKQx5mg/s1600-h/Photo_091708_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNFzBXmn4bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xP-axKQx5mg/s320/Photo_091708_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247101508216414642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-8121965565755534128?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8121965565755534128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=8121965565755534128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8121965565755534128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/8121965565755534128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/elevators.html' title='Elevators'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNFzBXmn4bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xP-axKQx5mg/s72-c/Photo_091708_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-5744597675076757666</id><published>2008-09-17T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:25:52.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I wrote about going to a paint store with the boys to grab some paint samples.  I grabbed a bunch in the hues I usually like - red, brown, yellow, green (and blue for our upstairs bathroom)but now I am stuck!  Our painter stopped by yesterday afternoon to see what I wanted to repaint. He said he would call David in a few days and figure out when he can get started.  In our painters world that means he could call David tonight and say he will be here tomorrow, or he may not call for a week and then spring it on us that he is coming th next day.  So I have got to decide on a color!  Now I have asked some close friends their opinions since they have seen our kitchen, but I thought I would open it up to the gallery.  Suggestion/comments are welcome and appreciated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our kitchen now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SND-guQ8CJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yc5dGPyRL0U/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SND-guQ8CJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yc5dGPyRL0U/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246973404014971026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it is painted the &lt;a href="http://www.benjaminmoore.com/bmpsweb/portals/bmps.portal?_nfpb=true&amp;_windowLabel=contentrenderer_1_2&amp;contentrenderer_1_2_actionOverride=%2Fbm%2Fcms%2FContentRenderer%2FrenderContent&amp;contentrenderer_1_2NodeUUID=%2FBEA+Repository%2F306001&amp;_pageLabel=fh_explorecolor"&gt;Benjamin Moore&lt;/a&gt; color Home Sweet Home.  It turned out a little more peachy then I was hoping for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are some colors that I am liking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherokee Brick &lt;br /&gt;2082-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthly Russet&lt;br /&gt;2173-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Rosy Brown&lt;br /&gt;1302&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coyote Trail&lt;br /&gt;1224&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click on the link to Benjamin Moore and look up the colors I have mentioned or find some others that you would like to suggest, I am open to anything :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-5744597675076757666?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5744597675076757666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=5744597675076757666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5744597675076757666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5744597675076757666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SND-guQ8CJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yc5dGPyRL0U/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4799084882857683904</id><published>2008-09-16T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:45:33.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall At Last</title><content type='html'>The weather has been pretty cool here in the Chicago area.  Not cold by any means, but definitely cool.  Cool enough for fall clothes - which are my favorite to dress myself and the boys in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting Ryder dressed the other morning and put on a pair of pants the fit him perfectly in the spring.  I pulled them up and to my surprise total floods!  Time to get him some new stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I'm good at, for sure it is shopping. I figured if the boys have out grown their clothes then they probably need new shoes too.  Now my boys are just about obsessed with shoes as I am.  Ryder always wants people to have their shoes on and he always wants them on himself.  He is very opinionated when it comes to what shoes he is wearing.  There are days where he tries to wear his rain boots when there is absolutely no sign of rain.  Those are the days where I have to plan ahead and hide the rain boot or any other shoe that he may want to wear that isn't suitable for the weather or his outfit.  Ry even likes my shoes!  He puts them on when ever he has a chance and stomps around in them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is in his favorite pair of mine.  Maybe he likes them because of the kitten heel or maybe it's the patent leather buckle - relax, I'm kidding!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNBPwmb1shI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eQRvMnt7hpc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNBPwmb1shI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eQRvMnt7hpc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246781262256255506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNBQQ1pQFCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6o5R1oz-aH4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNBQQ1pQFCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6o5R1oz-aH4/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246781816094856226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the boys in some of their new fall clothes.  I picked up their shirts at the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale and love them!  They look like little men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNBSEquUAdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vmsUWoJIyiw/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNBSEquUAdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vmsUWoJIyiw/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246783806028120530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait until I get them dresses in their letterman cardigans...  so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4799084882857683904?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4799084882857683904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4799084882857683904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4799084882857683904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4799084882857683904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/weather-has-been-pretty-cool-here-in.html' title='Fall At Last'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SNBPwmb1shI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eQRvMnt7hpc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-6821257815245341231</id><published>2008-09-15T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:54:13.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Fix It</title><content type='html'>After a workout I always find myself freezing cold.  Must be because they blast the air conditioning to keep everyone cool while working out.  But when you are done, man is it chilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I was putting on my trusty gray hoodie after my cardio session and I couldn't get the dang zipper to work.  Now only if I had my purse handy this wouldn't have been a problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know how to fix a stuck zipper here is the secret. Rub a lead pencil on both sides of the zipper and wahla!  You are fixed!  A bar of soap works too, but I find it easier to toss a pencil in my purse over a bar of soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, if you ever find yourself with a stuck zipper you know how to fix it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-6821257815245341231?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6821257815245341231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=6821257815245341231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6821257815245341231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6821257815245341231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/fashion-fix-it.html' title='Fashion Fix It'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-5665581744041176042</id><published>2008-09-15T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:46:33.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy!</title><content type='html'>Where has today gone?  I can't believe it is 8:00p already!  Today was a full day.  We had plenty to take care of since we had spent the last few days inside hiding from the rain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our day off as normal... breakfast and Lifetime Fitness.  The boys absolutly love going there, which is great because I absolutly need to get my workout in!  Ryder instantly took off for the basketball court and Jackson hit the tubes.  He's really not "big" enough to be back there yet, but the girls know how how much he loves it so they watch him as he climbs all over the place.  It was one of the days that they didn't want to leave but we had to because Ryder had a hair appointment at 11:20.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our salon of choice is Cool Cuts 4 Kids.  &lt;a href="www.coolcuts4kids.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they have it set up just they way kids like.  Ry walked in and picked the red truck to sit in.  He said it was Lightning McQueen  (which he loves) he also chose to watch the movie Cars while he was getting his hair done.  They have a whole assortment of movies for your child to watch while getting their hair cut.  Ryder used to pick Thomas, and then for awhile it was Mickey, but I guess for now it's Cars.  When he was all done he got to pick a sucker out of the basket.  He picked around for awhile, but finally decided on a blue one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hair cut I decided to take the boys over to Panera for lunch.  It was such a nice afternoon I figured why rush home.  They boys got their usual Cinnamon Crunch bagel.  I couldn't decide between soup or salad but Ryder made up my mind for me and said "Mommy salad"  I guess he knows me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the boys enjoying their bagels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM8Jdh9amNI/AAAAAAAAADk/p6BrbPTERKo/s1600-h/Photo_091508_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM8Jdh9amNI/AAAAAAAAADk/p6BrbPTERKo/s320/Photo_091508_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422493846739154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM8Jm0K7J-I/AAAAAAAAADs/P540LOnQ4ZU/s1600-h/Photo_091508_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM8Jm0K7J-I/AAAAAAAAADs/P540LOnQ4ZU/s320/Photo_091508_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422653354059746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we stopped in a paint store to grab some paint samples and then made it home just in time for naps.  They were so worn out from the busy morning we had that they were both fast asleep instantly.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After naps we made a quick run to Target for some hangers (I decided it was time to take on the task of reorganizing our closet) and I treated myself to a Pumpkin Spice Latte - which I have to add it one of my favorite things about the fall, I'm so glad they are back!  Ryder got a vanilla milk. Of course at one point Jackson managed to steal the milk away from Ryder and this caused him to scream at the top of his lungs "MMMMIIIINNNNEEEE!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably have it figured out by now that when Jac sees Ryder with something he wants it too.  So we went back to the Starbucks inside Target to get another vanilla milk.   Both boys were now happy and I was able to get my hangers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-5665581744041176042?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5665581744041176042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=5665581744041176042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5665581744041176042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/5665581744041176042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM8Jdh9amNI/AAAAAAAAADk/p6BrbPTERKo/s72-c/Photo_091508_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4553135234933256011</id><published>2008-09-14T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:08:09.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Just Don't Get It!</title><content type='html'>Wow, 3 posts today alone and I thought this was going to be hard.  What an eventful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boys and I just return from a quick trip to Bed, Bath &amp; Beyond.  We walk into our house and the boys start playing in the family room.  I walk into the foyer and there he is.  A mouse!  Now this isn't just any old mouse.  This mouse and I actually did the quickstep together before I did the next logical thing, which I will get to in a second. Both the mouse and I really didn't know what to do.  I hopped one way, he hopped the other, I moved back he moved forward - all while maintaining a 5 foot distance from each other.  Being a women I do the most logical thing and scream as I'm grabbing both boys and jumping on top of the couch.  David is gone but close to home so I call him and say "come home now!"  He has no idea why I'm saying this and screaming into the phone.  I quickly add "there's a mouse!" so he doesn't think someone is hurt.  What does he do?  He laughs at me and tells me to relax.  Well we have already learned that relaxing is something I do not do well, especially since there is a mouse involved.  He tells me to go into the foyer and open the front door to let him out.  I think about it, I really do but I can't seem to get the nerve up to do it.  He's just sitting there staring at me!  I thought that most mice tend to stay along the perimeter of the room.  Oh no, they do not!  This guy was hanging out where ever he felt... keeping one on on me at all times.  David is still on the phone trying to coax me off the couch and to let the mouse out. Then the mouse decided he is going to run right at us. I explain to David that the mouse is HUGE and that I can't stay there any longer.  I grab the boys and shove them into the minivan.  David is close, only a few minutes away and he arrives to me in the boys sitting in the mini van watching cars.  He laughs and says that he can't believe I'm such a baby.  He grabs a broom and gets to work. Lucky for me I've been a good little blogger and have kept my camera close by so I am able to catch the escapade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have David pretending the mouse is a hockey puck because his goal is to shoot him out the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM16PG4R5mI/AAAAAAAAADE/GBXrlM5kM14/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM16PG4R5mI/AAAAAAAAADE/GBXrlM5kM14/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245983540919789154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the boys looking at the mouse... (never mind Ry's paci - we are working on that too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM16k6UpKFI/AAAAAAAAADM/QYUaik-_jxk/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM16k6UpKFI/AAAAAAAAADM/QYUaik-_jxk/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245983915506214994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse the blurriness, but this is the mouse that I described as being HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1605fU1hI/AAAAAAAAADU/gFlkYdd9GmY/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1605fU1hI/AAAAAAAAADU/gFlkYdd9GmY/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245984190160492050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is David looking at the little mouse through the front window saying telling me the mouse is still laying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM18H0lJY9I/AAAAAAAAADc/QKusKRqn_0E/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM18H0lJY9I/AAAAAAAAADc/QKusKRqn_0E/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245985614771872722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quietly reply "Maybe we should give him some cheese", hey- he's kinda cute now that he's out of my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4553135234933256011?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4553135234933256011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4553135234933256011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4553135234933256011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4553135234933256011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/men-just-dont-get-it.html' title='Men Just Don&apos;t Get It!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM16PG4R5mI/AAAAAAAAADE/GBXrlM5kM14/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-7172469742243042423</id><published>2008-09-14T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:37:33.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm... This is Good!</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't written much about Jackson.  I've been working on having our camera ready so it is available to catch all the right moments.  So here we go, Jac in the act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson spots his brothers juice box on the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1J1TvKBRI/AAAAAAAAACU/d9m3TjNLBCQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1J1TvKBRI/AAAAAAAAACU/d9m3TjNLBCQ/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245930321136452882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite tall enough, but if I keep stretching I will get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1KKDctg1I/AAAAAAAAACc/milR_QddZ8k/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1KKDctg1I/AAAAAAAAACc/milR_QddZ8k/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245930677541372754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1Kd3gg5AI/AAAAAAAAACk/mrnXTd-LMSg/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1Kd3gg5AI/AAAAAAAAACk/mrnXTd-LMSg/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245931017933480962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1Ksql31PI/AAAAAAAAACs/MSeRMgLsPGM/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1Ksql31PI/AAAAAAAAACs/MSeRMgLsPGM/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245931272164332786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, is it good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1K4zl6d4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1wxwqilCCNM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1K4zl6d4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1wxwqilCCNM/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245931480738854786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1LImh2hvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H76yIADjPog/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1LImh2hvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H76yIADjPog/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245931752110065394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lasted for about 5 seconds until Ryder spotted Jackson with his juice box and I had to jump in to stop juice from being squirted everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-7172469742243042423?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7172469742243042423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=7172469742243042423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7172469742243042423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7172469742243042423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/mmmm-this-is-good.html' title='Mmmm... This is Good!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1J1TvKBRI/AAAAAAAAACU/d9m3TjNLBCQ/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-6429967195961707963</id><published>2008-09-14T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:02:38.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryder's First Day of Sunday School</title><content type='html'>So we snuck him in.  Technically he does not turn 3 until Saturday, but I figured.  What the heck.  This is my 3rd year teaching Sunday school, I teach Kindergarten so luckily we are in the same room as the 3 &amp; 4 year olds.  Here is a picture of him before we left for church, he kept asking for the school bus, but we explained to him that he was not going on a school bus just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1BPoh8leI/AAAAAAAAACE/C5Qr8kcglGc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1BPoh8leI/AAAAAAAAACE/C5Qr8kcglGc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245920877790139874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday School went OK.  He loved the singing but when it came time for him to sit down and listen to the story he didn't do so great.  He was a squirmy wormy for sure!  When it came time for him to do his craft he was more then ready to do so.  He was on his own because I was across the gym helping my class do their craft.  Here is his finished product.  He is so proud of it!  He got to paint, color and put stickers on it which are his absolute favorite.  I did hear him scream out "NO!" at one point, but that's because he spilled his paint water and was not very happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1CBmLzh5I/AAAAAAAAACM/hc6oNp13rzU/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1CBmLzh5I/AAAAAAAAACM/hc6oNp13rzU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245921736153859986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see how next Sunday goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-6429967195961707963?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6429967195961707963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=6429967195961707963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6429967195961707963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/6429967195961707963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/ryders-first-day-of-sunday-school.html' title='Ryder&apos;s First Day of Sunday School'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SM1BPoh8leI/AAAAAAAAACE/C5Qr8kcglGc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-4347066287159434904</id><published>2008-09-13T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:03:04.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Go Away!</title><content type='html'>So much rain today!  At first it was nice... I thought "hmmm, I'm gonna take it easy today.  I'm gonna skip my run and do it after church on Sunday and I'm going to relax all day long"  Well as many of you now that does not usually last too long for me.  By 9:30a I was antsy and was ready to get out.  So I put on my running shoes and hit the gym.  After a 1.5 hour run and some weights I stopped and got a cup of coffee at the Life Cafe and said to myself "I feel better, now I'm going to go home and try to relax again"    Ha!  I tried, I really tried but again it didn't last.  My hubby tends to get a little cranky when I start complaining that I'm tired of relaxing.  He just doesn't get it!  So I decided to put the boys in their rain gear and hit the mall.  Nothing like a new pair of jeans to perk a girl up!  The boys are pretty good shoppers...  I've convinced Ryder that when mommy is trying on clothes that it is a fashion show and that he should chant "Fashion show!  Fashion show!"  Sometimes it works, some times it doesn't... sometimes it turns into a "Noooooo fashion show Mommy!" but today it ended in my favor and I found a new pair of jeans. :)  Before we left I had the boys give me a little fashion show themselves.  Here they are, all decked out in their rain gear.  Jackson has the boots too, but he doesn't walk so well in them.  Maybe by the next rainfall he will have it down, well maybe the one after that because it's supposed to rain all day tomorrow too and I don't think he will have it figured out quite by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SMxvypuk7sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_qlq6bPDTtA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SMxvypuk7sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_qlq6bPDTtA/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245690581965139650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-4347066287159434904?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4347066287159434904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=4347066287159434904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4347066287159434904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/4347066287159434904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, Go Away!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SMxvypuk7sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_qlq6bPDTtA/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959420862397743788.post-7962630294066198162</id><published>2008-09-12T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:04:52.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Boy is Growing Up</title><content type='html'>OK OK, so you all can thank Mandy for making me do this.  Now lets see if I keep it up.  I'm gonna try, but I am not promising anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I was looking through some old photos and came across this one.  Wowsies, has time flown by!  I can not believe Ryder is turning 3 in 8 days!  3 means preschool, being potty trained and a big boy bed.  Lucky for me he misses the preschool cut off date and gets to stay home with me his mommy for another year :)  As for the potty training we are still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have his Birthday party all planned... he had 3 choices, sutible since he is turning 3!  Cubbies, Monkeys or Cars.  He picked monkeys and has been working on his "Oo Oo, Ah Ah" all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so tiny.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SMr1VqaWGMI/AAAAAAAAABs/mCTvGE9LvbY/s1600-h/Baby+Ryder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SMr1VqaWGMI/AAAAAAAAABs/mCTvGE9LvbY/s320/Baby+Ryder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245274468537211074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SMrKwX8vIqI/AAAAAAAAABc/AONAyieHkOY/s1600-h/Baby+Ryder.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959420862397743788-7962630294066198162?l=amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7962630294066198162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959420862397743788&amp;postID=7962630294066198162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7962630294066198162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959420862397743788/posts/default/7962630294066198162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyanddavidbutterfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-baby-boy-is-growing-up.html' title='My Baby Boy is Growing Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10154536659141333263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOs47Mo1rnA/SMr1VqaWGMI/AAAAAAAAABs/mCTvGE9LvbY/s72-c/Baby+Ryder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
