<?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-7308947214500094874</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:04:54.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brinkerhoff Family</title><subtitle type='html'>JEREMY,CAMI,ANALYCE,JAREN &amp;amp; Makayla.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-4237319846134359187</id><published>2010-07-28T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:29:50.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I unfortunately will have to get a new blog because some weird thing keeps poping up for a password, and i am sure that whoever reads my blog is aware of this problem. My new blog is jeremyandcamibrinkerhoff.blogspot.com so I hope everyone will continue to read my blog. I am really gonna try to keep up with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-4237319846134359187?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4237319846134359187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=4237319846134359187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/4237319846134359187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/4237319846134359187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-6559812197354304314</id><published>2010-04-26T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:14:23.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Baby Girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs294.snc3/28345_1327111975484_1161457798_30813015_5638342_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 259px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs294.snc3/28345_1327111975484_1161457798_30813015_5638342_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet baby Makayla is already 7 months, and I can't believe it. It seems just like yesterday I was holding her in my arms for the very first time. She hasn't grown in size very much from that first day, but her personality has. She has the sweetest most stubborn personality I know, well maybe she gets from me. Makayla has had trouble putting on weight and we aren't quite sure why, but I am hopeful that she will surpass the 13lb mark, and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs514.snc3/26988_101864156523421_100000995113132_13660_3321217_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 308px;" src="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs514.snc3/26988_101864156523421_100000995113132_13660_3321217_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soon. The Pediatrician had told us that she had a heart murmur and that could be the reason why she isn't putting on weight. As a mom I of course freaked, and couldn't believe that something serious could be wrong with my precious baby. After taking her in to the cardiologist and having tons of test run we got the GREAT news that she had a perfectly normal heart. So after that it was back to square one of just getting her to eat, which she is doing so much better in that department. For her first Pediatrician appointment she didn't fair to good on the charts. She weighed in at 12lbs and 11oz below the 5th percentile, which is crazy for one of my kids. So her weight was a little scary, but since then she has already put on 1lb!! I truly believe that My Makayla girl is a very special Child of God, and has had her angel working overtime for her. I feel so blessed that God has given me this special baby and trusts me to watch &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs514.snc3/26988_101875163188987_100000995113132_13857_3896552_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 228px;" src="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs514.snc3/26988_101875163188987_100000995113132_13857_3896552_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;over her. I just want to put some special things that she does at this time in her life&lt;br /&gt;*she loves to nurse*refuses to take a bottle&lt;br /&gt;*only will take the pacifier if SHE puts it in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;*has to be tricked into eating rice cereal&lt;br /&gt;*loves to sleep in a big bed&lt;br /&gt;*is a pro at rolling over and quick too&lt;br /&gt;*can rock back and forth on hands and knees and scoot backwards&lt;br /&gt;*is called a cat for her nickname&lt;br /&gt;*has cat like qualities&lt;br /&gt;*has 9 lives like a cat(has already used 3 that I am aware of)&lt;br /&gt;*loves to splash in the bath&lt;br /&gt;*has to wings on the sides of her head (from her hair)&lt;br /&gt;*loves to have a big bucket of toys in front of her so she can pull everything out&lt;br /&gt;*loves playing with her big bro and sister&lt;br /&gt;*only wants mommy to hold her&lt;br /&gt;*cries when mommy tries to pass her off to daddy&lt;br /&gt;*is very ticklish on her chest&lt;br /&gt;*loves to be held up in the air by daddy&lt;br /&gt;*loves to put everything in her mouth (except food)&lt;br /&gt;*just got her first tooth (mommy was not aware of it until it already had broken through)&lt;br /&gt;*loves dogsThis baby girl has so much personality that I think we are going to definitely be in trouble with her when she gets older.She is also so super sweet and loves to just cuddle, sometimes. We are so very blessed that her sweet spirit joined our family, and we wouldn't be the same without her. She is completely adored by everyone that meets her, especially by her older siblings! We love you Makayla girl!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs494.snc3/26988_101877199855450_100000995113132_13879_6189265_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 276px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs494.snc3/26988_101877199855450_100000995113132_13879_6189265_n.jpg" alt="" 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/7308947214500094874-6559812197354304314?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6559812197354304314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=6559812197354304314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6559812197354304314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6559812197354304314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sweet-baby-girl.html' title='My Sweet Baby Girl!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-8316891756588283104</id><published>2010-03-18T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:18:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>My honey turned 28 on March 10 2010. We had so much fun celebrating his birthday. We had a hotel for the night before his birthday, and wonderful Grandma Brinkerhoff agreed tp keep all three babies for the night. We had a lot of fun at the hotel maybe a little to much fun, but for those who are wondering we are NOT expecting baby #4. Every married couple should have a night away from the kiddos! Then on his birthday I had made reservations to go horseback riding, and that was a blast. We took the sunset ride and departed the stables at 5 pm. We then rode through South Mountain for over an hour, and ended at a restaurant. We then enjoyed a wonderful steak and chicken dinner, and took a little break from the horses. After the dinner we headed back through the mountain in the dark, while looking for coyotes, to the stable. We then ended the night with a blizzard from Dairy Queen! We both had a blast and would love to do it all over again. I am madly in love with my hubby and love spoiling him! I love you babe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-8316891756588283104?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8316891756588283104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=8316891756588283104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/8316891756588283104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/8316891756588283104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-7420213994161353141</id><published>2010-02-08T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:51:51.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs514.snc3/26974_1302923170779_1161457798_30762950_5464549_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 515px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs514.snc3/26974_1302923170779_1161457798_30762950_5464549_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs494.ash1/26974_1302922930773_1161457798_30762944_1501064_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 486px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs494.ash1/26974_1302922930773_1161457798_30762944_1501064_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that my baby is 4 today!!! It makes me a little sad, because she is getting so big. We love having Analyce in our family. She is the smartest and cutest little girl I know. She is so loving to her little siblings, and to her parents. She is mommys little helper and is always trying to help me do something. I waited 2 yrs to get my first little baby and it was well worth the wait. We got the best little munchkin around. I love you Sweetie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-7420213994161353141?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7420213994161353141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=7420213994161353141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7420213994161353141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7420213994161353141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-girl.html' title='BIRTHDAY GIRL!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-8187218518128448932</id><published>2010-02-01T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:07:03.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTALLY NEGLECTED!</title><content type='html'>My blog has seen better days, like when I actually posted stuff. I haven't been meaning to neglect it, but my computer is sort of broken right now. It only works for a little bit at a time before freezing, and I have no way to upload photos. I have so much to post like Christmas, birth story and just funny stuff that my babies do. I only post stuff so I can remember what happens all day long. I don't keep a journal, which I really need to start, so this is like my journal and I am WAY behind. So for now I think I will be putting up picture less posts, until I get my new computer!! I will then go back and add pictures of my cute kids!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-8187218518128448932?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8187218518128448932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=8187218518128448932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/8187218518128448932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/8187218518128448932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/totally-neglected.html' title='TOTALLY NEGLECTED!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-3424320469103935751</id><published>2009-11-19T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:23:19.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies when your having fun!!</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy with my three little munchkins, that I have'nt had time to blog. My three babies are such a blast to hang out with all day long so I never have a dull moment. We are all adjusting to being a family of 5 now and we love it. Makayla is such a good baby and sleeps all the time. She has even made the move to sleep in her own bed at night time, and she loves it. Jaren is getting so big and turning into such a little stud. He has been trying to talk a lot more and his favorite word to say is "Tickle, Tickle". He will say that all day long and it is so hilarious. Analyce is like the second mommy and she loves to help with the babies. She is not my baby anymore she is the BIG GIRL now and she loves it. She is the little model and loves to have her picture taken, she is always asking me to take her picture. We recently had our pictures done and I have only seen a few and they are adorable. We couldn't get Jaren to smile very much but he still is such a cutie. Makayla looks adorable especially in the little tea cup, I love all my babies and can't believe they turned out so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-4YEA6HSc/SwDU-HH_0CI/AAAAAAAAcb4/jXLFEbeAOUU/s320/awebDSC_7717l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-4YEA6HSc/SwDU-HH_0CI/AAAAAAAAcb4/jXLFEbeAOUU/s320/awebDSC_7717l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-4YEA6HSc/SwC5lTANPWI/AAAAAAAAcbA/HW5PGRzx6ts/s320/awebDSC_7760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-4YEA6HSc/SwC5lTANPWI/AAAAAAAAcbA/HW5PGRzx6ts/s320/awebDSC_7760.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-4YEA6HSc/SwGMqw5ekjI/AAAAAAAAcdA/anQTCdarNKc/s320/awebDSC_7324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/StEaS30MkgI/AAAAAAAAATs/7JYDqr8z89w/s200/P9300033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391119140462039554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe it has already been three weeks since I had my precious baby girl. The time leading up to the deliver seems to slow down a bit, but once you have that baby it flies by. I feel like where has the time gone I was just pregnant with this little one like yesterday. Makayla has changed so much already. She lost her cord when she was one week old and that is always a sad time, because that was the last thing that reminded me of the birth. She has had a couple of baths, thrown up several times, pooped through several outfits, and loves loves loves to nurse. Makayla doesn't really like to sleep in her own bed yet but that will come, hopefully. Analyce has been such a big helper to her little brother and sister. Once I had Makayla it was like Analyce grew so much and became a big girl. She used to think that she had to lay in mommys room either on the floor or on our couch, but now she goes to bed in her own bed. Once it hits 9 o'clock I tell Analyce and Jaren that it is bed time and I go put them in bed, tuck them in and give them kisses and hugs, and they actually go to bed. Last night I heard Analyce telling Jaren "it's ok your big sister is right here so you don't need to cry." I thought WOW my little girl is no longer little she is the BIG sister, and she loves both of her siblings. Jaren has showed a little bit of jealousy towards Makayla, but he loves to hold her and give her hugs. Whenever I am holding Makayla, Jaren will come over with his hands out and in the softest most sweetest voice will say "Baby". Jaren is already the overprotective BIG brother, and I love it. As Jeremy and I layed in bed last night we both agreed that we have three of the most amazing kids. We can't believe that we actually get some time alone (from 9-10pm) just to ourselves, while our precious babies try to fall asleep. We know that this time wont last long since Makayla still has some work ahead of her to be able to go in her own bed all by herself. I feel so blessed to be able to spend everyday with the three most beautiful babies, and I never want them to grow up. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sr_nzt8dAgI/AAAAAAAAASM/xW9eJigdaJk/s200/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386278555050902018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makayla Carol Brinkerhoff made her way into the world on September 18, 2009 at 10:24 am. I was woken up in the middle of the night at around 3 am to what I thought might be contractions. I wasn't totally sure if they were the real thing. So I layed awake in bed for about an hour timing them and they were about 7 minutes apart. Then I decided to get up and walk around to see if the contractions continued or stopped. While I was up I decided to do a couple of things like clean the toilets and pick up some toys and after about an hour I thought this could be the real thing. At that time Jeremy had woken up and was wondering why I was cleaning the bathrooms so I told him that I have been having some contractions and I just wanted to see if they went any where. Jeremy immediatly told me to call my midwife which I didn't think I really needed to yet, but he didn't want to end up without her like last time. So while Jeremy started to fill the tub up I decided to wait for a few more contractions before I gave her a call. After a few more Jeremy really insisted that I call Pam right now since she had an hour drive. So I finally called Pam at about 4:30 in the morning and she wasn't that shocked to hear from me since it was my due date. After talking to her for a little bit she then insisted on talking to Jeremy because I try to make the contractions not seem that bad even if they are. We had already decided that she would be talking to Jeremy this time because of what happened with my last labor and her not makeing it because I didn't think I was that far along. So Pam told me and Jeremy to time the contractions and watch to see if they got any worse to give her a call imedietly. At this point we had the tub filled and ready and we both tried to go back to sleep. Jeremy fell asleep easily but I don't think I did at all, because I was anxious and wondering if it was going to happen by the end of the day. So at about 6:30 Jeremy woke up and noticed that they were closer together and a little more intense and he told me to call Pam now. I said "I don't know if it is going to happen today but I will call her to see if she still wants me to come down for my appointment at 9 o'clock." Jeremy then looked at me and said "Are you serious you are gonna have this kid before 11 am," and I kinda laughed and said "I wish." I then gave Pam a call and told her that the contractions were like 5 minutes apart and a little more intense, but they weren't that bad. Pam immediatly said "Ok I am on my way." At this point I still wasn't even sure if this was gonna be the real thing. I think I let my mind play games with me and I convince myself that I am not going to do it. So as we waited for her to arrive I just walked around like nothing was going on except for every couple of minutes I would have a little pain. I even decided to do my hair and put some masscara on, because I didn't want to look like a total dork when everyone showed up. We then made phone calls to our parents and told them if thay wanted to be here for the birth then thay better head up to Prescott. By the time my midwife showed up I was still hopeing that I was far along so they didn't have to sit around and wait for too long. My contractions had gotten a little more painful but I was still able to talk through them so I thought I still had a ways to go. Pam then decided to check how far I was dialated and I was nervous to hear what the verdict was. I not only had to wait for Pam to check me but she had brought her student with her and asked if she could check me too, which I was fine with. After getting checked Pam said that my baby was really low with a bulging bag of water and that I was 7 cm. dialated. I immediatly thought yea I guess I am really gonna do this today, sometime. We then thought that neither of our moms were gonna make the birth because I was getting so close and was ready to get into the birthing tub. With my last deliver once I got into the tub my baby was out within 30 minutes. I had to wait a little longer to get into the tub then I wanted to because of my sweet little Jaren boy decided to turn the heat all the way up to max, so we had to add some cold water to it. When the temperature was just right I got in and right after that my mom showed up. It was about 10 am when I got into the tub and I think I only had maybe two intense contractions before I was ready to push. Jeremy's mom finally walked through the door around 10:20 and said "Oh good I made it." Right after that I definetly had the urge to push that baby out, and that is always my least favorite part of the whole labor. I pushed the head out at 10:23 and the rest of the body came out at 10:24 am. I sat and held my little baby for a few seconds and then someone said what is it a boy or a girl. I hadn't even cared to know because I thought for sure it was a boy, but I then felt to see what this kid was and was completly shocked when I realized it was a GIRL!! My sweet Analyce was so excited when I said it was a girl, she had the biggest smile on her face. I had a really short cord so we had to cut it immediatly because I was barely able to hold her above the water. I then made my way out of the tub and into my very own bed where I then got to hold and just look at my beautiful baby girl. Makayla was perfect with lots of dark hair (even some on her ears) and big blue eyes. She was a little thing weighing in at only 7lbs 14 oz and 19.5 in. long. I was so blessed to have everything turn out so wonderful. My labor went exactly how I wanted it too and Makayla was healthy. The Lord has truly blessed me with three beautiful children that are so healthy. I would not have wanted this labor and delivery to have happened any other way, because it was perfect. I am also really thankful for my wonderful husband who has been so supportive throughout my entire pregnancy. He is such a wonderful dad and loves each and every one of his kids. He really does so much for me after I have a baby, and just lets me sit and cuddle with my new little one. We are so happy that Makayla joined our little family, and we hope to add at least one more (in a couple of years)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJu3NXyoI/AAAAAAAAASU/d10r5asjhTk/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJu3NXyoI/AAAAAAAAASU/d10r5asjhTk/s200/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387793598661511810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJwEtqzJI/AAAAAAAAASk/ltLkV1W0n6M/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJwEtqzJI/AAAAAAAAASk/ltLkV1W0n6M/s200/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387793619466505362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJvrid9vI/AAAAAAAAASc/0Jp6DfUd3No/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJvrid9vI/AAAAAAAAASc/0Jp6DfUd3No/s200/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387793612708640498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJxDgKj2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/RZAAVLZeh-w/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJxDgKj2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/RZAAVLZeh-w/s200/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387793636321300322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJwghMwmI/AAAAAAAAASs/viQspfcMNeA/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SsVJwghMwmI/AAAAAAAAASs/viQspfcMNeA/s200/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387793626930397794" 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/7308947214500094874-1627391314767767673?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1627391314767767673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=1627391314767767673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/1627391314767767673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/1627391314767767673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/makayla-brinkerhoff.html' title='Makayla Brinkerhoff'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sr_nzt8dAgI/AAAAAAAAASM/xW9eJigdaJk/s72-c/15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-6667975239646377506</id><published>2009-09-24T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:10:23.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Baby</title><content type='html'>My sweet baby GIRL arrived on September 18, 2009. We were a little surprised that it was a GIRL!! I was so convinced that we were going to have another sweet boy, but we got a sweet precious girl. She was born on my due date at 10:24 am and weighing in at 7 lbs 14 oz. I was so surprised at how small she was, she has been my smallest baby yet. She has lots of dark hair and big blue eyes. Her birth went beautifully and we had NO complications and she has been wonderful ever since. We named her Makayla Carol Brinkerhoff, and when I get more time I will post some pictures and my birth story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-6667975239646377506?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6667975239646377506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=6667975239646377506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6667975239646377506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6667975239646377506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sweet-baby.html' title='My Sweet Baby'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-5967386459976466407</id><published>2009-09-16T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:05:33.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just waiting!</title><content type='html'>As I wait for the big arrival of our new little one, I just cherish the last few days of just me and the two little munchkins. I can't believe that we are going from a family of four to a family of five. It still seems unreal to me, and I still have to remind myself that Yes I am pregnant and going to have a new bundle of joy soon! As me and Jeremy set up the water tub in our bedroom I kept asking myself why exactly are we doing this again. It seems just like yesterday we were setting up the water tub for Jaren's birth. Jeremy does keep reminding me that I will be having another baby any day now and I am not dreaming. I still feel that this new baby will be a boy, but Analyce is convinced that she is having a sister. Every day Analyce asks me is the baby gonna come today, and I just keep trying to explain to her that the baby will come when it wants too. She is so excited but I don't think Jaren has any idea that a new little one is gonna come and take mommy's attention away from him. I hope he wont get to jealous and I hope I can make sure I still show him and Analyce all the love and attention that they deserve. Those two kids are my whole world and I love them to death. I have been trying to do extra fun things with them lately so that they know I love them, and because my time will soon be tied up into the new little one. We have been having some fun times playing super heroes, and cooking together, and going to the park, and we even went to Out of Africa. So here is just a few of my favorite pictures of my precious babies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGKQnmtDmI/AAAAAAAAARU/R3sQIA4fM3U/s1600-h/P7100004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGKQnmtDmI/AAAAAAAAARU/R3sQIA4fM3U/s200/P7100004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382235047798312546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGLMzOkWBI/AAAAAAAAASE/PoSJM_jy4DI/s1600-h/P9140137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGLMzOkWBI/AAAAAAAAASE/PoSJM_jy4DI/s200/P9140137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382236081710454802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGKSaeHTzI/AAAAAAAAARs/4h1c0efPAzw/s1600-h/P9050049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGKTOsJEDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8aAqg_SjRmU/s200/P9050087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382235092649840690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGKR5cRUkI/AAAAAAAAARk/3dW3ZETNqhc/s1600-h/P8050014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGKR5cRUkI/AAAAAAAAARk/3dW3ZETNqhc/s200/P8050014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382235069766259266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGKRBUkW4I/AAAAAAAAARc/OYwJjyqdu38/s1600-h/P7190013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGKRBUkW4I/AAAAAAAAARc/OYwJjyqdu38/s200/P7190013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382235054701566850" 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/7308947214500094874-5967386459976466407?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5967386459976466407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=5967386459976466407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/5967386459976466407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/5967386459976466407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-waiting.html' title='Just waiting!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SrGKQnmtDmI/AAAAAAAAARU/R3sQIA4fM3U/s72-c/P7100004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-2103144014633956898</id><published>2009-08-01T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:07:55.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sweet Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnJpc3Anj3M/SOsJmHG-DAI/AAAAAAAAAng/5tL3G_4BnZE/s1600/Dear%2BBaby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnJpc3Anj3M/SOsJmHG-DAI/AAAAAAAAAng/5tL3G_4BnZE/s1600/Dear%2BBaby.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile since mommy has written to you, but I have been really busy with your two older siblings. Your big sister Analyce is so excited for you to get here. She originally thought you would be a little girl, but she has changed her mind. She is now convinced that you will be another little baby boy, because she wants another Jaren baby. She doesn't understand that you will be a brand new baby for her to play with. She loves to talk to you and give you hugs and kisses through mommy's tummy. She was talking to you the other day and said "Mom the baby can't hear me, because it's still in your tummy." I know you can hear her talk to you and you recognize her voice. She loves you so much and will be one of your best friends. Mommy is just as anxious for you to arrive. You are getting so big in my tummy that it is getting a little uncomfortable for mommy. I love to feel the kicks and punches from inside, but I really love to hold you in my arms. You have been really active lately and I love it. I also am really anxious to find out if you are a boy or girl. I really don't care either way as long as you are a healthy baby. Mommy is getting a little nervous for your arrival. I am hoping you will make it a little easy for me to deliver you. I am planning on having a water birth which I think will be more comfortable for you. My favorite part of the whole process is after it's all over you get put on my chest and I get to just sit there and look at you. I can just hold you and look at you for as long as I want before I have to move. I can't wait until I can look into your eyes and know that you are mine. The most amazing thing to happen to me is to realize that I made you, and you are a part of me. When you arrive you will be coming straight from Heaven and your loving Heavenly Father. You will be one of the GREATEST GIFTS of my life. I love you baby, and can't wait until that precious moment of when I get to hold you and look into your eyes and know that you are mine, FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-2103144014633956898?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2103144014633956898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=2103144014633956898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/2103144014633956898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/2103144014633956898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-sweet-baby.html' title='Dear Sweet Baby'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnJpc3Anj3M/SOsJmHG-DAI/AAAAAAAAAng/5tL3G_4BnZE/s72-c/Dear%2BBaby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-6402736640905561729</id><published>2009-07-10T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:54:40.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby turns 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlfcVxr1UXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Xg7BjZzp-T0/s1600-h/059_59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlfcVxr1UXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Xg7BjZzp-T0/s320/059_59.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356992548453044594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that 1 year ago today I was woken up at 2 in the morning to my water breaking. July 10 2008 was my due date, but I wasn't expecting to have my baby on that day. I immediately called Jeremy who was 4 hours away at work to come home asap if he wanted to be there for the birth. I then layed awake wondering and waiting about the labor that I was going to have. I decided to get up and fill the birthing tub (I delivered my baby boy at home in a tub) and then I went and hoped on the Internet. I wanted to know how long it would be before I would go into labor so I did some research. I then found out that just cause my water broke doesn't mean I will start having contractions right away. I then decided to go back to bed since I wasn't feeling anything. I didn't sleep very well because I was too excited. Jeremy finally showed up at the house around 8 am and I still hadn't had any contractions. I had talked to my midwife and she said it was just a waiting game and I should expect it to happen by that evening. Well within the next hour I started to have contractions but they were very mild to begin with. I then talked to my midwife again around 9 am and told her I was in the process but didn't think I was very far along and that she didn't need to come yet. I wasn't aware at the time that I was sort of hiding the fact that I was in a lot of pain. I knew I was in pain but Jeremy noticed that I was in a lot of pain and trying to hide it while I was on the phone. Right after I got off the phone I decided to get in the tub to see if it would slow my contractions down a little bit so that my midwife would arrive in time. From what I remember it was like once I got in the tub I realized that I was in horrible pain and all of a sudden I wanted to push. I told Jeremy to hurry and call the midwife because I was ready to push this kid out and she was still an hour away. My midwife said she would call a friend of hers (who was also a midwife) that lived by us, so she could come see what was going on. Well at that time I was freaking out and so was my husband because he was not prepared to deliver our baby. Thankfully, my mother in law happened to be in the neighborhood and was at our house within the next couple of minutes. She has had 9 of her 10 kids at home so she some what new what she was doing. Right when she walked through the door she could tell that I was in transition stage and that I was wanting to push. She then informed me that my baby was crowning and told Jeremy to get back on the phone to find out where the midwife was. All I remember is I wanted that kid out so bad that I was just gonna keep pushing until it came. I am not sure exactly when the other midwife walked through the door, but it seemed like it had only been a few minutes. As she walked in the door my babies head was coming out so she hurried and put gloves on. She got there just in time because Jaren had the cord wrapped around his neck twice and when he came out he wasn't breathing very good. The midwife took care of everything and I just sat back and tried to relax. I then got to hold my new baby boy while I just sat in the water and took a deep breath. Everything happened so fast it was incredible! My little baby boy was born at 10:45 am and he was the cutest little thing. He just layed on me and starred at me with his big blue eyes. I then got in my own bed to get comfortable and to enjoy my new baby. About 10 minutes later my midwife finally showed up and was a little disappointed she had missed the whole thing. Overall the whole experience was beautiful and I got a beautiful baby boy out of all that pain. Analyce was a little shocked and amazed at what she had just witnessed, but super excited at the fact that this little baby was hers to keep. As I look back on that day I am so grateful that everything turned out so well, because our lives would not be the same without my little Jaren boy. He is such a joy and happy baby he just makes my life more entertaining, and fun. I want to just make a list of the funny and cute things that he does, so I can always remember this time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;*Since he was little he will only sleep on his tummy&lt;br /&gt;*He will only sleep in his own bed with a blanket over his face&lt;br /&gt;*He loves his pacifiers&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to eat (he is a bottomless pit)&lt;br /&gt;*He will throw a fit and crawl out of the room crying if he doesn't get what he wants&lt;br /&gt;*He has actually put himself into timeout when he gets mad&lt;br /&gt;*He could walk if he wanted too but he chooses to just crawl&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to get into anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;*He will put anything that he can find in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;*He thinks he is so cool when he gets to eat big people food&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to take baths&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to yell when he is mad&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to follow mommy around and climb up her leg so that he can walk with me&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to play with his tongue and chew his own cud&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to watch cartoons with his sister&lt;br /&gt;*He hates it when you try to feed him his last bit of food (he will throw a fit)&lt;br /&gt;*He hates it when daddy tries to throw him in the air&lt;br /&gt;*He hates it when whoever he is begging food from their food is gone&lt;br /&gt;*He hates getting ear infections (I don't blame him)&lt;br /&gt;*He hates it when his sister tries to make him do something he doesn't want to&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to dance to any music he hears&lt;br /&gt;*He likes to grind his teeth (totally nasty)&lt;br /&gt;*He has 8 teeth&lt;br /&gt;*He weighs 25 lbs and is 27 inches tall&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to rub his eyes when he is tired&lt;br /&gt;*He will let mommy or daddy put him in his bed when we think he is ready and he falls asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlfcWKEIxWI/AAAAAAAAARE/bheCH955hLc/s1600-h/062_62.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlfcVEOr7-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/eo-xOIrMdus/s320/P6300006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356992536251199458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlfcVagpO8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dYQXq-JWM-w/s1600-h/P6300012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlfcVagpO8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dYQXq-JWM-w/s320/P6300012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356992542232099778" 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/7308947214500094874-6402736640905561729?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6402736640905561729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=6402736640905561729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6402736640905561729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6402736640905561729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-baby-turns-1.html' title='My baby turns 1!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlfcVxr1UXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Xg7BjZzp-T0/s72-c/059_59.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-9083685130008905761</id><published>2009-07-07T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:22:09.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlaXZPuCoEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/520h_AE4pFM/s1600-h/P7040005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlaXZPuCoEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/520h_AE4pFM/s320/P7040005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356635266775949378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 4th of July was a little different for us, because we didn't have any family to spend it with. Jeremy had to work during the day so me and the kids just hung out doing our usual stuff, just being goofy at home. That day we did get some unusual weather, it poured for about an hour and hailed for half of it. It was fun for me, because my little girl who thinks she is so big was really scared and just wanted to cuddle with me. The loud rain and hail put my sweet baby boy to sleep and he slept through the whole thing. After all that excitement we got ready to go to a friends house to watch the fireworks. Analyce absolutely loved the fireworks and couldn't get enough of them. Jaren also loved them and would clap whenever anyone else would. Jaren did loose interest, because he was more interested in the watermelon mommy was feeding him. This was Jaren's first firework show because last year he was still in mommys tummy. I still can't believe that my little baby boy is turning 1 is just a couple of days. We really enjoyed the firework show this year and couldn't believe how awesome it is to sit outside and not sweat the entire time. The weather in Prescott was beautiful and even a little chilly, the weather made the night even better.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlaXYnDIyJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i1eTwqdVvD4/s1600-h/P7040002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlaXYnDIyJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i1eTwqdVvD4/s320/P7040002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356635255858579602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlaXYcslKYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ju5avpiRKKs/s1600-h/P7040007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlaXYcslKYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ju5avpiRKKs/s320/P7040007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356635253079615874" 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/7308947214500094874-9083685130008905761?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/9083685130008905761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=9083685130008905761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/9083685130008905761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/9083685130008905761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='The 4th of July!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SlaXZPuCoEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/520h_AE4pFM/s72-c/P7040005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-1808453966169988863</id><published>2009-06-22T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:06:28.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkAwKi03zwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uaj3gigqroo/s1600-h/P6210099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkAwKi03zwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uaj3gigqroo/s320/P6210099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350329315021541122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to do much for our anniversary, because it fell on a Sunday. We did however have the opportunity to attend one of Jeremy's friends wedding. I told them they were getting married on the perfect day, because it has seemed to work for us. We actually weren't that excited to go because we wanted to spend time together for our anniversary, and Father's day. We had RSVP so we kinda had to go or we would have felt guilty. We actually ended having a really nice time and Analyce had a blast meeting new friends. The wedding was beautiful and had a lot of extra expensive stuff. They had rented a photo booth (like the ones at the mall) so everyone could get their pictures taken and make them a scrapbook page. We aren't very creative, but I think ours turned out quite cute. Jeremy drew a helicopter at the top of the page with a banner saying JUST MARRIED. I am pretty sure they will enjoy it since the groom is also a helicopter pilot and works for the same company Jeremy does. We shared a table with a really nice family who ended up giving us their number so their kids could babysit our kids. They just thought Analyce, and Jaren were the cutest kids ever (which I totally have to agree.) Analyce ended up meeting a friend and at first I think her friend Bailey was annoyed by her, because she was just talking her ear off. All we could hear was Brooke, and Addison this and Gabby that. Then when Bailey got up to leave Analyce looked at me and said "She had a lot to tell me!" We didn't hear the other girl talk once but apparently she was the one doing all the talking. The little girl then came back later and asked if Analyce could go with her to the other room so they could just talk. I asked Analyce why they needed to go to the other room and she said "We need to go talk," as she was rolling her eyes and sighing. So I gues a 3 year old and a 5 year old have a lot to talk about. After they had been gone for a while I went to look for them and they were in the photo booth room sitting in the corner just chatting away. They then decided to join us to finish the night off dancing and burning a ton of energy. Jeremy and I at least got to dance for our anniversay which we haven't done for a long time. So the night consisted of good food (the bride and groom are both vegatarians so no meat involved) lots of laughs, lots of talking (done by Analyce) and dancing. Sorry the photo booth picture didn't scan very well, but it was really cute. Jaren was laughing and waving at himself the whole time which you can kinda see in the second one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkEmB6XStuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WaPSvyw0hxw/s1600-h/photo+booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkEmB6XStuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WaPSvyw0hxw/s320/photo+booth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350599646581536482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkAvOgngTxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KUnErK4NsZI/s1600-h/P6210106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkAvOgngTxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KUnErK4NsZI/s320/P6210106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350328283636453138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkAvONR3yNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cPMZhUx_Vuw/s1600-h/P6210095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkAvONR3yNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cPMZhUx_Vuw/s320/P6210095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350328278445443282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkAvOeMdfzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oXEeI_fj4wI/s1600-h/P6210102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkAvOeMdfzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oXEeI_fj4wI/s320/P6210102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350328282986151730" 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/7308947214500094874-1808453966169988863?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1808453966169988863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=1808453966169988863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/1808453966169988863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/1808453966169988863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-anniversary.html' title='Our Anniversary'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SkAwKi03zwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uaj3gigqroo/s72-c/P6210099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-4827642341472047353</id><published>2009-06-21T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:45:48.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 YEARS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sj6XQ884epI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WUL8rqZL56w/s1600-h/%7BQ-E%7D191_9146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sj6XQ884epI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WUL8rqZL56w/s320/%7BQ-E%7D191_9146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349879724857916050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still can't believe that six years ago today I made the best decision of my life and married my best friend. We were sealed for time and all eternity in the Mesa, Az. Temple, and it was a beautiful day. I love being married and I love being married to Jeremy. We never have a dull moment and we are always having fun. Even when we fight we are still having fun and we can never be mad at each other for very long. Jeremy is my best friend, my support system, my lover and the person who is always trying to encourage me to do better. It hasn't felt like it has been 6 years it feels just like yesterday we were walking out of the Temple as the newly married couple. Jeremy has given me so much in these past 6 years, but he has truly blessed me with my 2 almost 3 beautiful children. I love to see Jeremy as a father, because his kids just adore him. I love to see him with the new little ones, because he is so protective of them. I hope to spend many more years with you and I can't wait to make you a father all over again. I love you babe and I fall more in love with you every day. Happy Anniversary, and Happy Fathers Day! XOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Wife and your 2 little munchkins&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sj6au22Ba_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/8tWL_DFc4gY/s1600-h/PB020121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sj6au22Ba_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/8tWL_DFc4gY/s320/PB020121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349883537149488114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sj6Z7hyHlyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/S1QsvPA6o_M/s1600-h/PB020134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sj6Z7hyHlyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/S1QsvPA6o_M/s320/PB020134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349882655322642210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sj6XtExHt1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/GfGlMfppumc/s1600-h/PA250020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sj6XtExHt1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/GfGlMfppumc/s320/PA250020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349880207992403794" 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/7308947214500094874-4827642341472047353?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4827642341472047353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=4827642341472047353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/4827642341472047353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/4827642341472047353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-years.html' title='6 YEARS!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sj6XQ884epI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WUL8rqZL56w/s72-c/%7BQ-E%7D191_9146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-6882429245153676168</id><published>2009-05-23T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:50:58.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR SWEET BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnJpc3Anj3M/SOsJmHG-DAI/AAAAAAAAAng/5tL3G_4BnZE/s1600/Dear%2BBaby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnJpc3Anj3M/SOsJmHG-DAI/AAAAAAAAAng/5tL3G_4BnZE/s1600/Dear%2BBaby.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy had another appointment with the midwife and I always look forward to them, because we just sit and talk about you. We discuss how I am feeling and how the sickness is and how much weight I have gained( which is 8 lbs now). I then get to lay down to listen to your heartbeat which is the highlight of the visit. Well I don't actually hear your heartbeat, because my midwife just uses the old fashion thing but she taps my arm to let me know how fast it beats. Daddy always tries to listen to you too but with him always being around the helicopter it's hard for him to pick up the beat, since it is so quite. At my last appointment while I was laying down for them to hear it you decided it was a good time for the hiccups. I absolutely loved it because I could feel every hiccup, and with the pressure of them trying to hear you it felt like you were kicking me every couple of seconds. My midwife said it was really hard to find your heartbeat, because all she could hear were the hiccups. As they were pressing on my stomach I could see them actually move with each hiccup, and we all had a good laugh. I feel you move a whole lot more now and you sure love to kick and move around. Daddy has felt you too, while mommy was lying down sleeping you kicked daddy's hand. That is always a joy for me when Daddy gets to feel you inside of me, because it makes him feel like he is more involved. Your big sister felt you move today and she just lit up and said "is that my baby." When I put her hand on my stomach you went crazy and started kicking like crazy. I hope you will always be that excited to see or feel your big sister, because she loves you so much already. She can't decide yet if she wants a little brother or sister, she keeps changing her mind. I know once she sees you it wont matter what you are she will adore you just like she did for your big brother. I am sure your big brother will be excited to see you, because it wasn't that long ago that he was with you. I am sure he will know you and love you from the moment he sees you. Mommy sure can't wait to meet you and I still can't believe I am going to have you in a few months. I don't care if you are a beautiful boy or girl as long as you our healthy. We all love you and wait for the day that we can meet you and kiss your sweet face. You are so very loved already by all of your family, and they are all just waiting in anticipation for your big arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-6882429245153676168?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6882429245153676168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=6882429245153676168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6882429245153676168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6882429245153676168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-sweet-baby.html' title='DEAR SWEET BABY'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnJpc3Anj3M/SOsJmHG-DAI/AAAAAAAAAng/5tL3G_4BnZE/s72-c/Dear%2BBaby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-7545571288756120112</id><published>2009-05-11T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:59:54.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sgi30FO1-mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6UIMhUvHeIg/s1600-h/P5090021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sgi30FO1-mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6UIMhUvHeIg/s320/P5090021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715864005868130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what my wonderful husband brought home to me the night before mothers day. It was totally unexpected, because I have only received flowers once since we have been married. It was a nice surprise especially with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Analyce's&lt;/span&gt; own little drawing in the card. Jeremy, unfortunately had to work bright and early on Mothers day. I did receive a wonderful text from him telling me Happy Mothers Day. I spent the day with my two favorite people in the world, my beautiful children. We made it to church and I was proud of myself for going even though I had a sick baby (running a fever.) So the whole day I got to cuddle with my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaren&lt;/span&gt; baby, because he just didn't feel good. The next morning he woke up with a new tooth and a new attitude. The only thing I told Jeremy I wanted for Mothers Day was for him to not get on the computer for a single minute while he was home. Thankfully he granted my wish and didn't even step a foot in the computer room, so we spent the whole night together as a family! We didn't get to spend any time with either of our families on Mothers Day, but we saw them a few days earlier. We were down in Mesa for a couple of days and brought our mothers day gifts then. So I just wanted to tell my mother that I love her and I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for her. I wouldn't be able to enjoy my life as a mother, which is the greatest blessing I will ever receive. I also want to tell Jeremy's mother that I love her and I appreciate her raising Jeremy into the man I love. She did such an awesome job making a wonderful husband and a loving father. I hope all the mothers out there had a wonderful Mothers Day and know how much they our loved.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sgi7qFFeXeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5c7eUubHri0/s1600-h/P5060004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sgi7qFFeXeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5c7eUubHri0/s320/P5060004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334720090214391266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sgi7qQJ01bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/y-EaXr-VQeg/s1600-h/P5060005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sgi7qQJ01bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/y-EaXr-VQeg/s320/P5060005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334720093185430962" 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/7308947214500094874-7545571288756120112?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7545571288756120112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=7545571288756120112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7545571288756120112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7545571288756120112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sgi30FO1-mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6UIMhUvHeIg/s72-c/P5090021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-7760354286073270206</id><published>2009-05-01T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:01:30.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SftdwpiSfXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZeLqoB_8WrM/s1600-h/P4230016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SftdwpiSfXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZeLqoB_8WrM/s320/P4230016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330957674287889778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe that my little baby boy is already 9 months old. It seems like yesterday I was waking up in the middle of the night to my water breaking and had him only a few hours later. This baby boy is so different from my first, because he hardly ever cries. He absolutely loves his big sister and he is definitely a mommas boy. There are a few things that i just want to remember about him at this awesome age.&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to sleep in his own bed ( in fact that is the only place he will sleep)&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to say DADDA over and over again ( only momma when he is mad)&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to put anything and everything in his mouth ( he has choked a few times)&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to play with his big sister and follow her where ever she goes&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to beg for food ( yes just like a little puppy dog)&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to go for bike rides&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to hide from mommy&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to dance&lt;br /&gt;* He weighs a whopping 23 lbs&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to scrunch his nose up while he is mad&lt;br /&gt;* He has so much attitude that it scares mommy&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to pull himself up to anything he can ( he has pulled a few chairs on top of himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this little man, he is the love of my life right now. We have been so blessed to have Jaren join our family he is perfect in every way. Jaren has also picked up a nickname and I am not quite sure where it came from exactly. One day Analyce started calling him Mister Rawpey and Jeremy and I kinda laughed and thought where did that come from. Ever since then this is what we call him (especially when he has his scrunched up face). It's a weird nickname but it just fits our little boy. We can't wait to see Jaren as the big brother, because he will be awesome and so loving to the new addition. We love you little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SftiAfD9cNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GpTVvjXut2s/s1600-h/P4220003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SftiAfD9cNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GpTVvjXut2s/s320/P4220003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330962344400744658" 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/7308947214500094874-7760354286073270206?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7760354286073270206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=7760354286073270206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7760354286073270206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7760354286073270206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-this-baby.html' title='I LOVE THIS BABY'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SftdwpiSfXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZeLqoB_8WrM/s72-c/P4230016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-3635041040951057375</id><published>2009-04-27T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:33:39.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>I had the opportunity to go to one of the tea parties about a week ago. For anyone who is not familiar with what a Tea Party is don't worry because I didn't either. I personally try not to get to involved with politics, because I just get really mad and frustrated. When the elections were going on I was really interested I even would listen to talk radio a lot. Well after Obama was voted in by a rigged election I just decided that the end is near of this wonderful Country. Since the elections I have decided that I wont waste my time on getting mad at what is going on in the world anymore, because I knew that this kind of stuff was going to happen in the last days. I would rather spend my time with my family and try my best to raise my kids to follow Christ. So I hadn't heard of the Tea Parties that would be happening to protest against taxes. My husbands family (a certain few) are really into politics and informed us of the protest. Jeremy and I happened to be in the valley of the day of the Tea Party so I kinda got suckered into going. There were a lot more people at the one we went to then I would have thought. So other then the very windy day and all the kids crying because, it's cold and I want to go or just because they wanted to sit down, I was glad I went. We all made posters to hold although I didn't get one of the ones I wanted ( OBAMA YOU SUCK or OBAMA, OBAMA WHO'S YOUR MOMMA)  the other ones worked out just fine. I don't think Jeremy's family would have wanted to be seen with me if I had a poster I really wanted, so it wasn't aloud. I think I heard that there was going to be about 2,000 locations around the U.S. holding Tea Parties. So I hope the Politicians got the word on the street of NO MORE TAXES (and could we lower the ones we already have please.) I only know of one person personally who said "I like taxes why would you want to protest them," and I think this person doesn't really understand what taxes are. I mean come on who wants to give the government part of their paycheck when I didn't see OBAMA at my job working that week. I am sick of the government taking away my kids future. I don't like giving the government a interest free loan every single year ( I want to know where I can sign up for one of those loans,) so seriously stay away from MY MONEY. Anyways I did get some cute pictures of my kids holding some signs, and I hope I didn't affend any OBAMA LOVERS out there (if there are any.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SfZAWACqDkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/GryN0tpKP5g/s1600-h/P4150063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SfZAWACqDkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/GryN0tpKP5g/s320/P4150063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329517955752005186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SfZAWhlu-EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vdoApPzJECU/s1600-h/P4150065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SfZAWhlu-EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vdoApPzJECU/s320/P4150065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329517964757497922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SfZAWcmKiJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MPrvn3ekViM/s1600-h/P4150064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SfZAWcmKiJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MPrvn3ekViM/s320/P4150064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329517963417127058" 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/7308947214500094874-3635041040951057375?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3635041040951057375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=3635041040951057375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/3635041040951057375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/3635041040951057375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SfZAWACqDkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/GryN0tpKP5g/s72-c/P4150063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-1715167803360317649</id><published>2009-04-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:43:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9V0AgpsqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rMQo-oHtuVE/s1600-h/P4110004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9V0AgpsqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rMQo-oHtuVE/s320/P4110004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327571236181095074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been a little behind on posting my Easter pictures, but I have been really busy. This Easter was great as always the only disappointing thing was Jeremy had to work for the second year in a row. The kids and I still enjoyed hiding eggs and finding them and looking in everybody's baskets a few hundred times. Analyce really enjoyed dumping all the baskets out and mixing everything up. She was very thoughtfully and noticed that Mommy and Daddy didn't have as much stuff as she did, so she kept adding stuff to our baskets. She kept saying "I want to share my treats with Daddy," by the time Daddy got home from work he had more stuff in his basket the anybody. The rest of the night was spent on family time. We had a delicious dinner and watched The Lamb of God, which is a wonderful movie that everyone should see. We did miss seeing our families this Easter season, but maybe next year we will.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W1P35UfI/AAAAAAAAANY/cC-k3yedR00/s1600-h/P4110008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W1P35UfI/AAAAAAAAANY/cC-k3yedR00/s320/P4110008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327572356996616690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W2C6jsvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WSUwkcVPOic/s1600-h/P4120049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W2C6jsvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WSUwkcVPOic/s320/P4120049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327572370697990898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W18j9LwI/AAAAAAAAANw/CLbZmXvVYtM/s1600-h/P4120044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W18j9LwI/AAAAAAAAANw/CLbZmXvVYtM/s320/P4120044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327572368992579330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W12c4yDI/AAAAAAAAANo/sSy_x-5Udio/s1600-h/P4120043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W12c4yDI/AAAAAAAAANo/sSy_x-5Udio/s320/P4120043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327572367352318002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W1falXgI/AAAAAAAAANg/tVUcHC01kfs/s1600-h/P4120041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9W1falXgI/AAAAAAAAANg/tVUcHC01kfs/s320/P4120041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327572361168641538" 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/7308947214500094874-1715167803360317649?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1715167803360317649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=1715167803360317649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/1715167803360317649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/1715167803360317649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Se9V0AgpsqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rMQo-oHtuVE/s72-c/P4110004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-7358299559040260398</id><published>2009-04-19T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:07:34.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR SWEET BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnJpc3Anj3M/SOsJmHG-DAI/AAAAAAAAAng/5tL3G_4BnZE/s1600/Dear%2BBaby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnJpc3Anj3M/SOsJmHG-DAI/AAAAAAAAAng/5tL3G_4BnZE/s1600/Dear%2BBaby.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to use my blog as a pregnancy journal where I will be writing to my growing baby. This is a way I can keep everyone updated on my pregnancy and be writing little notes to my little munchkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first appointment with the midwife on Wednesday April 8th. She is wonderful and I am sure you will get to know her very well in the weeks to come. I was a little nervous to meet with her, because I haven't really had any pregnancy symptoms except not having a period for 3 months. So I was just a little nervous hoping she wasn't going to tell me that I wasn't pregnant and I was just getting a little fat. So I was a little anxious to hear your heartbeat, and to my surprise your little heart was beating. It was beating at about 165 BPM, which seems really fast, but you sounded perfect. We then talked about different things and how I should expect my labor to be this time around. Over all it was a great visit and now there is no more denying you are there. Later that night while I was laying in bed fast asleep I was woken up by some small movement in my tummy. I thought I had already felt you there but wasn't sure, this time I was positive it was my little bundle of joy. I always love to feel your movements and when you kick. So far you haven't been causing any problems for mommy just being a perfect little angel. I haven't experienced any morning sickness and have kept the weight gaining to a minimum of 0 lbs added. I also think since I just had your big brother and still have all the extra weight from him I shouldn't be adding to much weight this time around. Mommy loves you and we can't wait to meet you and kiss your sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mommy really thinks you are another precious baby boy, but we will have to wait and see, until then XOXO!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Mommy, Analyce and Jaren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-7358299559040260398?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7358299559040260398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=7358299559040260398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7358299559040260398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7358299559040260398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-sweet-baby.html' title='DEAR SWEET BABY'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnJpc3Anj3M/SOsJmHG-DAI/AAAAAAAAAng/5tL3G_4BnZE/s72-c/Dear%2BBaby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-5317761475886751766</id><published>2009-04-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:33:29.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buddies!</title><content type='html'>I love the fact that my two cute kids are best friends. Analyce loves her brother and is always wanting to play with him. She gets so excited when he wakes up from his naps so that she can play, and Jaren just thinks she is hilarious. Analyce thinks she is to big and tries to carry her little brother where ever she is going. I have caught her carrying him to the bathroom so he can sit and watch her while she does her thing. She also has taken him under the table, under her bed and in her closet. It doesn't matter how many times I tell her not to carry him she still does it whenever I am not looking. They have the best time when they are h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SdehtGae1OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ff0PZsdlTgU/s1600-h/P3290129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SdehtGae1OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ff0PZsdlTgU/s320/P3290129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320899280949400802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iding under things or in the closet. Analyce tries to tell Jaren to be quiet and he just can't stop laughing the whole time. The first picture is when Analyce carried Jaren to her room and locked the door. When I finally got her to open the door this was the mess I found, and this happened about five minutes after I had just cleaned her room. The next two pictures a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SdeidaB09CI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RHQkquGr7fI/s1600-h/P3300140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SdeidaB09CI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RHQkquGr7fI/s320/P3300140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320900110848422946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re the two lit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SdejC54VJdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vCkuLNGMzq8/s1600-h/P3300139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SdejC54VJdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vCkuLNGMzq8/s320/P3300139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320900755053684178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sdej4f3VtLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ANM-STNQpP8/s1600-h/P4030002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sdej4f3VtLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ANM-STNQpP8/s320/P4030002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320901675783140530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SdemGQ_LLOI/AAAAAAAAANA/pwWO0F09Pqo/s1600-h/P4020147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SdemGQ_LLOI/AAAAAAAAANA/pwWO0F09Pqo/s320/P4020147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320904111330897122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tle munchkins hidding in the closet. When I went to look for them it was super cute, because Jaren was just cracking up. When I opened the closet door he tried to close it on me, and thought he was pretty big by doing so.  I have caught them hiding under the table several times. Jaren has gotten hurt a few times by bunking his head on chairs, and beds. The last one was just to cute of Jaren, who fell asleep on his big sisters lap. It was so cute and Analyce was very proud of herself, she couldn't wait to tell daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-5317761475886751766?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5317761475886751766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=5317761475886751766&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/5317761475886751766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/5317761475886751766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-buddies.html' title='Best Buddies!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SdehtGae1OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ff0PZsdlTgU/s72-c/P3290129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-7229860501579072654</id><published>2009-03-27T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:48:30.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN ALREADY!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sc0laGihADI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ImXwdvIPQn4/s1600-h/063_63.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sc0laGihADI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ImXwdvIPQn4/s320/063_63.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317947865356632114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think everybody already knows that we are expecting AGAIN, but I just thought I would officially announce it. When we first found out that I was pregnant we both were in total shock, because it took us two years to get pregnant with Analyce, and Jaren. Since my little baby boy was only four months old when I found out I was pregnant I think I went into panic mode. I started thinking how in the heck did this happen (we all know how it happened) but seriously HOW?? Jeremy and I went into this mode of each of us trying to blame each other for it happening so soon, and I still totally believe it is his fault. At first we didn't want to tell anybody, but Jeremy's mom figured it out when we were asking what kind of formula to put Jaren on. I never wanted any of my kids to have to take formula but I completly dried up and my little Jaren baby was shrinking. Then Jeremy's sisters figured it out because I was feeding Jaren a bottle and I did try to deny it but i wasn't very convincing. A month before I found out I was pregnant Jeremy's two sisters that are married told me that they were both gonna try to get pregnant in the month of Decem&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sc0lr_jyO3I/AAAAAAAAAME/PaSJd5Udif8/s1600-h/062_62.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sc0lr_jyO3I/AAAAAAAAAME/PaSJd5Udif8/s320/062_62.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317948172720552818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ber if I wanted to join them, and I just laughed and said "NO WAY." Well a month later suprisingly I was the only one that got pregnant and I was also the only one who didn't want to be. So for awhile we acted like we weren't excited about the new baby, but I just want everyone to know we are excited and know that we have been blessed. When we were trying to get pregnant with our first child, and it just wasn't happening those were the worst two years of my life. I had just gotten married and it should have been the happiest time of my life, but when you want a child more then anything thats all that you think about. It was like every girl I saw was pregnant except me, and it was no fair. Now that I have two kids and another on the way I know that my Heavenly Father knows what's best for me. It was a trial that I had to go through and I don't know why but I hope and pray I never have to go through that again. Nobody kn&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sc0mEYZ496I/AAAAAAAAAMM/cbZiy3nzvT4/s1600-h/054_54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sc0mEYZ496I/AAAAAAAAAMM/cbZiy3nzvT4/s320/054_54.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317948591706797986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ows what it is like unless they have lived it. I know a few girls who are going through the same thing that I did and all I can do is feel so deeply sorry that they have to go through it. So after going through that I know that every baby the Lord blesses me with is a miracle. Keep the miracles coming just maybe next time give me a little bit more space between the miracles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-7229860501579072654?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7229860501579072654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=7229860501579072654&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7229860501579072654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7229860501579072654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/again-already.html' title='AGAIN ALREADY!?!?'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/Sc0laGihADI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ImXwdvIPQn4/s72-c/063_63.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-662979140253301034</id><published>2009-03-25T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:43:31.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Finally Moved!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ScrKSBdzJxI/AAAAAAAAALc/ew_6ZYiqies/s1600-h/185_185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ScrKSBdzJxI/AAAAAAAAALc/ew_6ZYiqies/s320/185_185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317284721044170514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been such a long time since I have posted something, but with moving and packing and having 2 kids to take care of, it just wasn't on my list of things to do. Now that I have a little bit of time before I make dinner I thought I would put up some pictures of us moving. Our move was successful only because of all the help that we received from both of our families. Our move consisted of packing boxes and the Uhaul and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ScrNZoY-83I/AAAAAAAAALk/ovZ8pzZ6wbg/s1600-h/183_183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ScrNZoY-83I/AAAAAAAAALk/ovZ8pzZ6wbg/s320/183_183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317288150286922610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; packing more boxes and then repacking the Uhaul one more time just for fun of course. Then with the help of my dad and brother Jason, who followed us up to Prescott, we left on our new adventure to Prescott on February 27. We still have a few boxes to unpack but I am in no hurry. So far we love it here except for all of the windy days. Analyce loves the new house because we have a park right across the street. We do miss being close to family and friends, but just remember, we are only a few hours away so feel free to visit any time. We have already had a few visitors from both sides of the family and we enjoyed every minute of it. The first picture is my favorite of my cute little mister w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ScrN-pbW11I/AAAAAAAAALs/wYMHGPZtkVA/s1600-h/186_186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ScrN-pbW11I/AAAAAAAAALs/wYMHGPZtkVA/s320/186_186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317288786220472146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ho just has the cutest face that just says "don't forget to take me mommy." These pictures show how much help Analyce was moving while she played with her aunt Addison and cousin Brooke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ScrOsllyjdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VqpHlKLiR3w/s1600-h/190_190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ScrOsllyjdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VqpHlKLiR3w/s320/190_190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317289575464472018" 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/7308947214500094874-662979140253301034?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/662979140253301034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=662979140253301034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/662979140253301034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/662979140253301034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-moved-finally.html' title='We Finally Moved!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ScrKSBdzJxI/AAAAAAAAALc/ew_6ZYiqies/s72-c/185_185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-822270161502481599</id><published>2009-01-29T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:34:10.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaren's Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a little behind at posting things that have happened in January, and one of the most important things was my baby boy finally got blessed. Every Fast Sunday that we have had since Jaren was born Jeremy was usually working. We never thought to ask to do it on a different Sunday, but we finally asked our Bishop to let us do it at home. He wasn't to thrilled about the idea at first but within a month he agreed and told us to just let him know when and where. So we hurried up and decided to do it on January 11, 2009 at 5 pm. We wanted to hurry and get it done before we moved. It was planned at the last minute so only my immediate family and Jeremy's family were there. Jeremy did such an awesome job on the blessing, and Jaren was just as happy as could be. I have been so relived to finally have that done and to not have to stress about it any more. We have been so BLESSED to have another beautiful baby join our family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYIB-IsEPxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3xnLj26CLpY/s1600-h/P1110014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYIB-IsEPxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3xnLj26CLpY/s320/P1110014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296798278736953106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYICCYvEkFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BorEx_BojGM/s1600-h/P1110016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYICCYvEkFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BorEx_BojGM/s320/P1110016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296798351764000850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYICJ9r8VEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3OWVlDUHId8/s1600-h/P1110017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYICJ9r8VEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3OWVlDUHId8/s320/P1110017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296798481942074434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYICRbf8YOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pm48oyv-Bx4/s1600-h/P1110020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYICRbf8YOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pm48oyv-Bx4/s320/P1110020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296798610203893986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYIDwsZ300I/AAAAAAAAALM/aQuvewWQzgA/s1600-h/P1110022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYIDwsZ300I/AAAAAAAAALM/aQuvewWQzgA/s320/P1110022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296800246829404994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-822270161502481599?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/822270161502481599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=822270161502481599&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/822270161502481599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/822270161502481599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/jarens-baby-blessing.html' title='Jaren&apos;s Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SYIB-IsEPxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3xnLj26CLpY/s72-c/P1110014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-796273846662690124</id><published>2009-01-20T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:05:24.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOWLOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYCoKiHVfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YJ6GkqCXpUI/s1600-h/P1020101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYCoKiHVfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YJ6GkqCXpUI/s320/P1020101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293421301066061298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am A little behind on posting pictures from the Butler Christmas party in Showlow, but better late then never! We left on New Years Day and drove the long three hour drive, which it was only long cause my six month old had the flu. We arrived right before the party started and partied all night long, well until about midnight. Then we headed to Aunt Mary's house to get some well needed rest. The next day the kids enjoyed the snow while the adults spent the entire day trying to kill time. My family left that night after a wonderful dinner at Aunt Dana's house. We were a little bummed to leave before everyone but now we look back and are so glad we got out when we did. That night our little niece Jaycee threw up a few times then in the morni&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYCzW8h-uI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-1xyLCJebPw/s1600-h/P1020106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYCzW8h-uI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-1xyLCJebPw/s320/P1020106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293421493376645858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng a couple of other people got sick. So my little baby gave everyone the flu except me. Jeremy came home and had it on Saturday and he wouldn't even leave the house to get the stuff he neaded for his trip to Texas, so I was having to run all the errands for him. Over all the trip was a lot of fun and Analyce enjoyed playing in the snow with her cousins.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYDsPWJR9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/fqnTjwfcA30/s1600-h/P1020118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYDsPWJR9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/fqnTjwfcA30/s320/P1020118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293422470589138898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYDS52MW9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/buQA-4bzUsw/s1600-h/P1020115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYDS52MW9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/buQA-4bzUsw/s320/P1020115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293422035321248722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYDBBQyg9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wV1bbscnHww/s1600-h/P1020108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYDBBQyg9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wV1bbscnHww/s320/P1020108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293421728074204114" 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/7308947214500094874-796273846662690124?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/796273846662690124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=796273846662690124&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/796273846662690124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/796273846662690124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/showlow.html' title='SHOWLOW'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SXYCoKiHVfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YJ6GkqCXpUI/s72-c/P1020101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-2934240624220744914</id><published>2009-01-04T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:21:24.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATS BABE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SWLyvWdu4tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BDIjUybPHQY/s1600-h/PB020119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SWLyvWdu4tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BDIjUybPHQY/s320/PB020119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288055807784444626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When Jeremy first told me that he wanted to fly helicopters for a living, I was like say what, do people really do that? He first told me about it before we were married and I kinda thought he was a little crazy.When I would day dream about getting married to a wonderful guy who was rich it didn't usually involve him putting his life in great danger every single day. Then I thought he wouldn't get accepted to the school ( since it's very expensive) and if by a miracle he did he would just chicken out or I would convince him to try something different. I can still remember the day when I was checking our answering machine and heard the message that he had been accepted and approved for the loan. I thought for a moment, do I really need to tell Jeremy about this I mean I could have easily hit the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SWL0D_UlENI/AAAAAAAAAJc/i6PzOEXoWPo/s1600-h/PB020115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SWL0D_UlENI/AAAAAAAAAJc/i6PzOEXoWPo/s320/PB020115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288057261860917458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DELETE button at any time. Then I realized that this must be meant to be because there is no other way he would have been accepted. I then decided to interrupt his shower and tell him the good news and at that moment I realized he really wanted to do this. The excitement on his face was just awesome, I didn't know anybody could get that excited about flying in a death trap and spending 60 G's to do it. He then spent a really long and tiring 2 1/2 years to finish his schooling. During his schooling he was told by several people (instructors) that he was an excellent pilot. He was even told by one of his examiners that he flew like a ROCK STAR! He definetly is a rock star when it comes to flying, he just knows his stuff. I have been up in the air with him three times, and now I know this is what he is meant to do. I really believe that he has angels watching over him when he is in the air. His ultimate goal was to eventually fly in Arizona doing EMS with Native Air. He had that goal set right after he started school. I don't think he thought he would get his DREAM job as fast as he did. He put in some long hours as a CFI (and was great as a teacher) and then he headed off to the Grand Canyon(which was really hard at times) but he pushed through all the foreigners crap. He originally wanted to go out to the Gulf and ferry people out to the oil rigs, but if he would have done that he would still be out there. He built up his time super fast at the Grand Canyon and then applied with Native Air. He didn't think he would get the job because he doesn't have very much experience, but he GOT it!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SWL0TmqIBFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tDEPHbPWUmQ/s1600-h/PB020097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SWL0TmqIBFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tDEPHbPWUmQ/s320/PB020097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288057530118308946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy left for Texas on Jan. 4, 2009 for his initially training. He will be based out of Prescott, Az. which means we will be moving as a family. We will miss both of our families, but this is a great opportunity for our family. We are so excited for Jeremy that he gets to finally do what he wants to do with his career. Not very many people look forward to going to work everyday, or get paid to sleep on the job (at times) Jeremy has been told by so many people that he is their hero, cause he went out and did what they have always wanted to do. We are so proud of you babe (daddy) just remember you will always have a family to come home to every night, so FLY SAFE!! WE LOVE YOU and GOOD LUCK on your first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-2934240624220744914?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2934240624220744914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=2934240624220744914&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/2934240624220744914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/2934240624220744914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/congrats-babe.html' title='CONGRATS BABE!!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SWLyvWdu4tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BDIjUybPHQY/s72-c/PB020119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-4019439462469135321</id><published>2008-12-29T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:25:05.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS MORNING!!!</title><content type='html'>Christmas is so much fun when you have two super cute kids to enjoy it with! When they first walk out the door and just look at the tree in awe at all the presents, this is my favorite moment of the whole day. Analyce was so excited about her little princess table she got from Santa, but I think she was even more excited to show Jaren his gift from Santa. She is such a good big sister she is always looking out for her little brother and helping him open all of his gifts!! We know since times are rough right now especially since Jeremy has been out of a job since the end of November that Christmas was gonna be really small this year. We were so blessed to have a bunch of people from work, friends, and family members give us gifts for our kids. So our kids got way more then they needed, but Analyce loves all the toys and I don't think she has even played with everything yet. Despite all of the trials that my family has gone through this past year we had a wonderful Christmas! So thanks to everyone who contributed to our Special Christmas, We love you all!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SVkrsO0gv7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/d_-0lYCIiH4/s1600-h/PC210124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SVkrsO0gv7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/d_-0lYCIiH4/s320/PC210124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285303676588572594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SVkr6Sh762I/AAAAAAAAAHc/j8PQoA_3mPk/s1600-h/PC210130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SVkr6Sh762I/AAAAAAAAAHc/j8PQoA_3mPk/s320/PC210130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285303918102571874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SVksJBx3R6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/0VnZSQ1NriA/s1600-h/PC250005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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My Aunt Carol was so kind to invite my family over for a visit and while we were there Santa just happened to show up. Analyce absolutely loved it and still talks about it every day. Santa gave Analyce the only thing she has been asking for and that was a baby, but now that she has the baby she keeps asking for a kid. I think she wants a kid to play with whenever she wants. I keep telling her that one day very soon her little brother will be a kid that she can play with and she gets very excited about it. I can only hope that the excitement will last and she will be as willing to share her toys with him as she keeps saying she will. Jaren enjoyed all the excitement and was happy to get a little rattle, that his big sister helped him open. The night was a lot of fun and something Analyce will remember for awhile, so THANKS Aunt Carol WE LOVE YOU!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SUvePUbvb8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/O2EKI2-F6VQ/s1600-h/PC140094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SUvePUbvb8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/O2EKI2-F6VQ/s320/PC140094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281559342786506690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SUveXczSmoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0yAqMOVeo0w/s1600-h/PC140095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SUveXczSmoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0yAqMOVeo0w/s320/PC140095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281559482471717506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SUvei-E3WhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bja0Nq5ZJ5s/s1600-h/PC140098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SUvd6BAwo4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/rTCgPzjIvR4/s320/PC140106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281558976795812738" 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/7308947214500094874-8666093030066927758?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8666093030066927758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=8666093030066927758&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/8666093030066927758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/8666093030066927758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-clause.html' title='SANTA CLAUSE!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SUvePUbvb8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/O2EKI2-F6VQ/s72-c/PC140094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-8024250876802428249</id><published>2008-12-08T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:52:26.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKEUP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ST2IRM6Kr1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/t0Rsu35-wSg/s1600-h/PB060033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ST2IRM6Kr1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/t0Rsu35-wSg/s320/PB060033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277524167452438354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: When my two year old daughter disappears into her bedroom and locks the door usually means she is up too NO good. Analyce locked herself in her room so she could apply some makeup like mommy does. The only problem was it was not makeup it was WHITE OUT! She put it on her forehead and on her eyelashes which made it very difficult to get off. It was quite hilarious but she didn't think so when I was having to scrub her eyes to get it off. It took about a week to remove all of it. Everyone she saw was like what are the white specks around her eyes and Analyce wo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ST2Ih1rKN0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/zT_R1sMeCTE/s1600-h/PB060034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ST2Ih1rKN0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/zT_R1sMeCTE/s320/PB060034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277524453273253698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uld just laugh and say it's my makeup. So if your two year old has been gone for more then two minutes go check on them cause for all you know they could be applying their own makeup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-8024250876802428249?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8024250876802428249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=8024250876802428249&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/8024250876802428249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/8024250876802428249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/12/makeup.html' title='MAKEUP?'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/ST2IRM6Kr1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/t0Rsu35-wSg/s72-c/PB060033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-7579654768286405923</id><published>2008-11-01T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:34:35.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAND CANYON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIMqKdn0FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0nBVKzp0W8Y/s1600-h/PB020122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIMqKdn0FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0nBVKzp0W8Y/s320/PB020122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274292032106909778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;computer &lt;/span&gt;has been broken for the last&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; couple&lt;/span&gt; of weeks so I haven't been able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; my pictures of our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grand&lt;/span&gt; Canyon trip. We left for the Grand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canyon&lt;/span&gt; the day after Halloween and stayed for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt; days. Jeremy's mom came with us on our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; little&lt;/span&gt; trip so she could get a ride and be a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; babysitter&lt;/span&gt; while I went for a ride. The day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; took us up for a ride it just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; happened&lt;/span&gt; too be the windiest day they had in a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; long &lt;/span&gt;time. So the tour was a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bumpy&lt;/span&gt; which added to my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fear&lt;/span&gt; of flying. Analyce went up with Jeremy's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; and they flew first. Karla said that she didn't seem&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; scared&lt;/span&gt; or excited to be up in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ky&lt;/span&gt;. Karla loved the flight except for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; of drops they had due to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turbulence&lt;/span&gt;. After they landed then it was my turn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; I had been dreading the flight all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; long. Jeremy wanted me to sit in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt; with him which just added too my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;of flying&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like to have a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;window&lt;/span&gt; in front of me looking out over a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hole&lt;/span&gt; in the ground. Jeremy is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; pilot but during the whole flight I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; repeating a prayer in my head to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; die. I just wanted to make it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; to my kids alive and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hubby&lt;/span&gt; got us on the ground&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; safe&lt;/span&gt; and sound. I really don't know how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; enjoys to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt; so much, but he loves it. Over all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; trip was wonderful and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; too go see what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; does when he is at work. Here is a couple of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vorite&lt;/span&gt; pictures of the trip.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIPfAy7UkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-GTCHPlSego/s1600-h/PB020136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIPfAy7UkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-GTCHPlSego/s320/PB020136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274295139068236354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIO-s20bnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7A5tvKZiVZg/s1600-h/PB020134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIO-s20bnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7A5tvKZiVZg/s320/PB020134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274294583960039026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIOpU_6HbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/whPn-iOPNrA/s1600-h/PB020128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIOpU_6HbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/whPn-iOPNrA/s320/PB020128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274294216778456498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIPSw8ta7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/26AC4kxHdPs/s1600-h/PB020137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIPSw8ta7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/26AC4kxHdPs/s320/PB020137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274294928655870898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIOKmH98KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gZUQBzdvPcs/s1600-h/PB020087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIOKmH98KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gZUQBzdvPcs/s320/PB020087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274293688799719586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIM4Z42k4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/hR6AQdSX9jk/s1600-h/PB020121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIM4Z42k4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/hR6AQdSX9jk/s320/PB020121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274292276765823874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STINp-UwKXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gYZyn-6SBpE/s1600-h/PB020117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STINp-UwKXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gYZyn-6SBpE/s320/PB020117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274293128360110450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STINJA4iQYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yxterayweYQ/s1600-h/PB020124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STINJA4iQYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yxterayweYQ/s320/PB020124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274292562111381890" 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/7308947214500094874-7579654768286405923?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7579654768286405923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=7579654768286405923&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7579654768286405923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/7579654768286405923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/11/grand-canyon.html' title='GRAND CANYON'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/STIMqKdn0FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0nBVKzp0W8Y/s72-c/PB020122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-6052810563852461214</id><published>2008-10-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:34:17.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN TIME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SRJP5PgA0aI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-_sWlECPWzs/s1600-h/PA310039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SRJP5PgA0aI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-_sWlECPWzs/s320/PA310039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265358759181472162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; is not my favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; cause my kids don't need a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, but it was a lot of fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; them up. Analyce wasn't to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;excited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for Halloween but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; think she really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; that she would get some free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. So I dressed Analyce up as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and Jaren as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; horse. I think Jaren's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;outfit&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;worn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in the winter cause it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; hot outfit. Although Halloween night isn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to be 90 degrees. Well I took my kids trick or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; treating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; with their aunt Valerie and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; had a blast. Analyce was a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; at first but then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;got the hang of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SRJRN9ElXHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JdohX2wbqP4/s1600-h/PA310042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SRJRN9ElXHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JdohX2wbqP4/s320/PA310042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265360214523468914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; insisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; on riding in a stroller so that I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; her up to all the doors. Which was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; but that meant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; had to hold Jaren the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; time. The first couple of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; we went to Analyce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wouldn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t say anything cause she was to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I pushed her to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; then I said "Trick or treat." After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; houses she insisted on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and was excited to say trick or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I think she finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; what she was getting after she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; or treat. So after awhile she would walk to the door by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; while I stood by the side walk. This just made me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;how big my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;girl is getting. I only took her to maybe ten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; cause she was getting handfuls of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; at each house. Analyce also insisted on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;brother having his own bucket. So she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;walk up to the door holding two buckets and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SRJTCdjZMbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NWwr2dSQ8WM/s1600-h/PA310045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SRJTCdjZMbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NWwr2dSQ8WM/s320/PA310045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265362216107454898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ome candy for my little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. It was really cute so I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; it but now it just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; we have double the candy. After we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;visited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; a few houses we decided to go to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. We went to the dollar theatre and saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; To The Center Of The Earth, which was a great movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Analyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; got a little bored and Jaren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; slept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; through the whole thing but I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;enjoyed it. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; was a blast and it w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SRJUFpw_rVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TQAgZeshC84/s1600-h/PA310048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SRJUFpw_rVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TQAgZeshC84/s320/PA310048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265363370436963666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fun cause my little girl really enjoyed it. We just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daddy could have been home for all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. We got to leave the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to go up to the Grand Canyon to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; with Daddy. Analyce told her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; all about her fun time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; or treating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-6052810563852461214?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6052810563852461214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=6052810563852461214&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6052810563852461214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6052810563852461214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-time.html' title='HALLOWEEN TIME!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SRJP5PgA0aI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-_sWlECPWzs/s72-c/PA310039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-2140481871797338435</id><published>2008-10-31T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:16:50.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BATH TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQsqa2djzxI/AAAAAAAAADU/vKzIqWjU4mw/s1600-h/PA190003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQsqa2djzxI/AAAAAAAAADU/vKzIqWjU4mw/s320/PA190003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263347230297018130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath time&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; always&lt;/span&gt; is a chore when you have a newborn. I do get some&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; extra&lt;/span&gt; help from his big sister&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Analyce&lt;/span&gt;. She always has to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt; on the counter next to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sink&lt;/span&gt; just to help out. Jaren on the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; other&lt;/span&gt; hand just sits back and chills. After &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaren's&lt;/span&gt; bath is over Analyce likes to stay on the sink to play in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;(gross I know but she doesn't care.) So the other day I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finished &lt;/span&gt;up with Jaren and Analyce &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt; to play and while I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; Jaren dried off Analyce started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt;. I looked back into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt; and she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; onto the counter top with both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hands&lt;/span&gt; and her feet dangling. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; ran over to try to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; her before she fell but as I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; got&lt;/span&gt; there down she went. As she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; down so did the tub&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; full&lt;/span&gt; of water. Analyce thankful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;landed &lt;/span&gt;on her feet but the tub of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; landed right on top of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. So the end result was a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; crying&lt;/span&gt; child who was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drenched&lt;/span&gt; and my kitchen floor was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQstG0H74YI/AAAAAAAAADc/gDxovbjBEow/s1600-h/PA190007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQstG0H74YI/AAAAAAAAADc/gDxovbjBEow/s320/PA190007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263350184606949762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; swimming&lt;/span&gt; pool. After I got Analyce to calm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt; we both laughed about it later. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needless&lt;/span&gt; to say she will not be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hanging&lt;/span&gt; out on the counter when I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; around. I think she learned a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;valuable&lt;/span&gt; lesson that day and that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt; does know what she is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; about. I don't know about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; else's kids, but my little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl &lt;/span&gt;thinks she knows &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, but all I say to that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt; your only two. Well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; all the mess was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cleaned&lt;/span&gt; up she then had to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang&lt;/span&gt; out by her li&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQstmoBAwzI/AAAAAAAAADk/9dUXv3U657w/s1600-h/PA190005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQstmoBAwzI/AAAAAAAAADk/9dUXv3U657w/s320/PA190005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263350731112497970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ttle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Jaren just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; chillin&lt;/span&gt; in his little robe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-2140481871797338435?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2140481871797338435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=2140481871797338435&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/2140481871797338435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/2140481871797338435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/bath-time.html' title='BATH TIME!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQsqa2djzxI/AAAAAAAAADU/vKzIqWjU4mw/s72-c/PA190003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-419315819485451299</id><published>2008-10-26T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:14:45.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUTY CALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQSSYKmJRyI/AAAAAAAAADM/7nS_cjonn8w/s1600-h/P8120094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQSSYKmJRyI/AAAAAAAAADM/7nS_cjonn8w/s320/P8120094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261491208534443810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hubby&lt;/span&gt; was only home for four days this week, and it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flew&lt;/span&gt; by. Jeremy had to return &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; to the Grand Canyon for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; which we are hoping this will be his&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; last&lt;/span&gt; week up there. After this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; is over he will have a total of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2000 &lt;/span&gt;hours which is what he needs to fly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EMS&lt;/span&gt;. He has already applied for a EMS job &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;located&lt;/span&gt; in Globe, and we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt; he gets it. There are a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; that we like about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMS&lt;/span&gt; job if he gets it. He would be able to come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; every night, get payed almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double&lt;/span&gt; from what he is making now, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt; to work would only be about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; hour. So as you can see we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want him to get this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;. I would then be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;officially &lt;/span&gt;quit my job at CVS, and I can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; wait. Jeremy doesn't really like the job at the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Canyon&lt;/span&gt; because he gets&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sick&lt;/span&gt; of flying the same route &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twenty&lt;/span&gt; times a day. When he first got the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; job&lt;/span&gt; he absolutely loved it but that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; lasted for a month or two. Since this is his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; week on the job me and the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kids&lt;/span&gt; are gonna drive up there so he can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; us for a ride over the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canyon&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like to fly as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; as Jeremy does, but hopefully he will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; us safe. He has been&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; doing &lt;/span&gt;this exact same&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flight&lt;/span&gt; for the past eight months with no&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; accidents&lt;/span&gt;, so we should be fine. We will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; everyone updated on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-419315819485451299?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/419315819485451299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=419315819485451299&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/419315819485451299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/419315819485451299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/duty-calls.html' title='DUTY CALLS'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQSSYKmJRyI/AAAAAAAAADM/7nS_cjonn8w/s72-c/P8120094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-6989999480930729531</id><published>2008-10-25T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:14:13.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DAD!</title><content type='html'>My&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dads &lt;/span&gt;birthday was on October 19, and he turned&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 52&lt;/span&gt;. I can't&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; believe&lt;/span&gt; it cause that just means I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; getting&lt;/span&gt; older. I wanted to write a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; little&lt;/span&gt; something about my dad just so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; knows how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; he is. My dad is the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kindest&lt;/span&gt;, sweetest man you will every meet. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; helps people in need and would do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; for his family. He is a hard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; father who at one point had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; jobs to support his family.  My dad was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; with cancer about three years ago and wasn't given&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; very&lt;/span&gt; good odds to live. When I found out I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; broken because I hadn't been able to give my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dad&lt;/span&gt; his first grandchild. Jeremy and I had been trying to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; for two years with no luck. The month after we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; out about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dads&lt;/span&gt; cancer I found out I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't believe it cause we had&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tried &lt;/span&gt;and tried, and I had just about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; given&lt;/span&gt; up. I couldn't wait to tell my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;, so that he would be a little excited and have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;to try to live for. I told him I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; on fathers day which was a great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt; to give him, and he was so excited. The next nine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; were not the best for him as he was doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chemotherapy&lt;/span&gt; but he couldn't wait for the little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bundle&lt;/span&gt; of joy to arrive. Now I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; my dad with to beautiful grand kids and he has even&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gotten &lt;/span&gt;one from my older brother. I have truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt; watching my dad as a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; grandpa&lt;/span&gt; and we have been so blessed to be able to share this great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;experience &lt;/span&gt;with him. Happy birthday dad and we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; for many more years and grand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; to come. We love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQPmscGnu4I/AAAAAAAAADE/uOmTIgQ-0zg/s1600-h/PA190011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQPmscGnu4I/AAAAAAAAADE/uOmTIgQ-0zg/s320/PA190011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261302440831466370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Analyce and my dad on his birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-6989999480930729531?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6989999480930729531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=6989999480930729531&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6989999480930729531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6989999480930729531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday DAD!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQPmscGnu4I/AAAAAAAAADE/uOmTIgQ-0zg/s72-c/PA190011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-4947061497712417973</id><published>2008-10-23T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:30:31.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally DID it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQDjZwf1_3I/AAAAAAAAACs/UnmjW7lUFGs/s1600-h/PA220018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQDjZwf1_3I/AAAAAAAAACs/UnmjW7lUFGs/s320/PA220018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260454396423438194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; couple months I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;debating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; whether or not to cut my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I haven't cut my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; other then trimming it for like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; years, so it has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; gotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; really long.  Whenever I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; of cutting it I would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; memories of me when I was a lot younger and went in for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I had wanted a really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; bob and came home with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MULLET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I think those were in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; back then but not the style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; was going for. That whole year I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; with the MULLET. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; thing was after I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;gotten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that haircut a few weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a girl in my class got the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; haircut. She said "Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; saw my hair and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; it so she had to get her daughter the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;." I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; your mom likes my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MULLET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, well at least someone did cause I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; . So as you can see I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;deathly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; afraid of trying to get a bob again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQDoiYFpQzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UlMhRMrqZ68/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQDoiYFpQzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UlMhRMrqZ68/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260460042048062258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I got a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; coupon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in the mail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for a free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;haircu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t and style and decide now is the time to cut my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. So I made the appointment and almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; about can&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;celing it a few times but with the  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; from a few of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I went ahead and got the cut. I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; that I wasn't going to get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; short cause my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hubby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;prefers longer hair, but when I went in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;asked me if I wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;donate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; my hair. I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; then I can have a good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for chopping my hair off. Well then they told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; had to have at least ten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for me to be able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;donate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; it so I went for it. I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; necessarily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;like it this short but it was for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; cause, right. All I have to say is it is not a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; MULLET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-4947061497712417973?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4947061497712417973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=4947061497712417973&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/4947061497712417973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/4947061497712417973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I finally DID it!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SQDjZwf1_3I/AAAAAAAAACs/UnmjW7lUFGs/s72-c/PA220018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-3543631311605309719</id><published>2008-10-22T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:47:09.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy came HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SP-6TLRmj2I/AAAAAAAAACk/c6-aT0kD3Bw/s1600-h/PA210013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SP-6TLRmj2I/AAAAAAAAACk/c6-aT0kD3Bw/s320/PA210013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260127728398929762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; currently works at the Grand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Canyon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and is gone for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; days at a time. While he is gone it is just me and the two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; kids. Analyce has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; gotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; used to her daddy being gone all the time. While he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; she tries to be such a big girl and is always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;reassuring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;me and Jaren that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; will be back soon. Jaren is still too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to realize that he is gone but when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; comes home he just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and stares at him. After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I think he realizes who it is cause he &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at him so big. When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; comes home he is always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; at how big Jaren has gotten over the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. The kids sure do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; comes home and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; does too. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-3543631311605309719?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3543631311605309719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=3543631311605309719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/3543631311605309719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/3543631311605309719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddy-came-home.html' title='Daddy came HOME'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SP-6TLRmj2I/AAAAAAAAACk/c6-aT0kD3Bw/s72-c/PA210013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-6141760314986526972</id><published>2008-10-19T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:54:42.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPtxE1CAM0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6-u5DaDg_p0/s1600-h/P8120095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPtxE1CAM0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6-u5DaDg_p0/s320/P8120095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921317654082370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when my little girl, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Analyce&lt;/span&gt; wakes up she asks&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; immediately&lt;/span&gt; to hold her little brother&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaren&lt;/span&gt;.  She then talks to him and laughs at him which gets him all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; and giggling. After this goes on for a few minutes she then starts to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaren&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; in his ear. The secrets can vary but my favorite one is "Tell your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt; I need to brush my teeth." She then looks over to me with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rolling&lt;/span&gt; eyes and a sigh and says "my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt; stinks I have to brush my teeth." I have never known a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt; year old who loves to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brush&lt;/span&gt; their teeth as much as she does. Then it takes a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;convincing&lt;/span&gt; on my part to get her to wait until after&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; breakfast&lt;/span&gt; to start the brushing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Analyce&lt;/span&gt; is my little cute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl &lt;/span&gt;who keeps me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; laughing&lt;/span&gt; all the time. My life would be so boring without those two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; kids. I Love you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-6141760314986526972?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6141760314986526972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=6141760314986526972&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6141760314986526972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/6141760314986526972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/joys-of-motherhood.html' title='Joys of Motherhood'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPtxE1CAM0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6-u5DaDg_p0/s72-c/P8120095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308947214500094874.post-2770667160110091987</id><published>2008-10-15T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:11:11.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We joined!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cracked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; under the pressure of blogging. I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; addicted to reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;other peoples blogs and decided that it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to make one of our own. I am new at this so I really don't know what I am doing so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;with me. I figure if everyone else can do it then I should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;be able to figure it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308947214500094874-2770667160110091987?l=brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2770667160110091987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7308947214500094874&amp;postID=2770667160110091987&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/2770667160110091987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7308947214500094874/posts/default/2770667160110091987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brinkerhoffsforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-joined.html' title='We joined!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809431873041895658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BVueHkzsAQ/SPa6XiLJTlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8tgbGwUFW90/S220/Copy+of+P9130135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
