<?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-6082014223350174868</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:02:54.285-07:00</updated><category term='vbs'/><category term='Dirt'/><category term='nesting'/><category term='mr. fix it'/><category term='circus'/><title type='text'>Ashley B Photography</title><subtitle type='html'>Ashley B Photography is a fairly new business. I have always enjoyed taking pictures and now I am doing what I love. I have already had the pleasure to take shoot several newborns, 1 year olds, weddings, and other ages. I have truly enjoyed getting to know each person and their personality so that I can bring that out through their photographs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8993454128495783829</id><published>2010-08-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:34:08.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Sweet Family?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THAErmHmMUI/AAAAAAAANEQ/m7l0V7KRfDY/s1600/familyonswing1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THAErmHmMUI/AAAAAAAANEQ/m7l0V7KRfDY/s320/familyonswing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The White Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron just had his 1st birthday and Aaden was just over 2 weeks old. Aaron didn't find many of my tactics smile worthy and Aaden was the perfect newborn! Thanks for allowing me to capture two sweet times in ya'lls life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THAHjMhL0EI/AAAAAAAANEY/HgJgvFJ6tKE/s1600/aaron8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THAHjMhL0EI/AAAAAAAANEY/HgJgvFJ6tKE/s320/aaron8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THAL2h7VngI/AAAAAAAANEw/7z7GWRyo8Fs/s1600/aaronjd8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THAL2h7VngI/AAAAAAAANEw/7z7GWRyo8Fs/s320/aaronjd8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 1st Birthday Aaron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THANVehAB8I/AAAAAAAANE4/qWrZIvom6d8/s1600/aaden3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THANVehAB8I/AAAAAAAANE4/qWrZIvom6d8/s320/aaden3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THAH1oCauPI/AAAAAAAANEg/zQcLexl_FRs/s1600/aadenblue7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THAH1oCauPI/AAAAAAAANEg/zQcLexl_FRs/s320/aadenblue7.jpg" /&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/6082014223350174868-8993454128495783829?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8993454128495783829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8993454128495783829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8993454128495783829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8993454128495783829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-sweet-family.html' title='What a Sweet Family?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/THAErmHmMUI/AAAAAAAANEQ/m7l0V7KRfDY/s72-c/familyonswing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7432142821512886000</id><published>2009-07-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:25:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361132878480652338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaR8s-BuDI/AAAAAAAABFU/zC64OHgu7yg/s320/loveit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pics were actually right before we went to get his hair cut. I love them. I love that they love each other and I hope they will get along great as they grow up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Squeezes (not sure what Kase is thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361134670373442882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaTlASj1UI/AAAAAAAABF8/H1VmwA3tXh0/s320/hugs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361134675417370050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaTlTFIDcI/AAAAAAAABGE/ajpDMUylMQQ/s320/anotherhug.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(I love that Kase is holding on to Steele's arm in this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361132884218799266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaR9CWG5KI/AAAAAAAABFs/U7vU3kbnfoI/s320/kisses.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;holding hands &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361132883114146658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaR8-OvO2I/AAAAAAAABFk/sP9qJ7E9EqA/s320/holdinghands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Serious Conversation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;usually goes something like this &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: Hey Kase! Whatcha doin? Huh? Well tell me about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;said in a very country voice these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361132890611728114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaR9aKTPvI/AAAAAAAABF0/8F8TyI84xO4/s320/whatchadoingkase.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this little chunky monkey. He is just a happy, sweet ball of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361134679494355090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaTliRJ6JI/AAAAAAAABGM/AXXD4G24Wr4/s320/sweetkase.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I also love this little wild man! He is a bundle of energy and keeps me on my toes EVERYDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361134690067285394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaTmJp8BZI/AAAAAAAABGU/fUb1qmBeUJA/s320/wildman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7432142821512886000?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7432142821512886000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7432142821512886000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7432142821512886000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7432142821512886000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-brother.html' title='Oh Brother!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaR8s-BuDI/AAAAAAAABFU/zC64OHgu7yg/s72-c/loveit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8570402458177461240</id><published>2009-07-21T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:08:37.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow... it's been a while!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been quite a while since I posted, where has July gone? I have so many pics from 4th of July, days at the park, Steele's new do, and many more. I guess I will make several posts. I'll start with Steele's new do. Shortly after those pics from the last post were taken, Steele was in need of a haircut. He wanted it cut short like CoCo's ( his cousin) and his Pop's. It's just hair and it will grow back. He loves it. It is so much cooler and easier. He would look at himself in the mirror for several days after and just smile or scream "My hair!". It was so funny.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361130336674352962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaPowALj0I/AAAAAAAABFE/XpKW01VxuWw/s320/steelesnewhaircut1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361130343704057538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaPpKMMVsI/AAAAAAAABFM/vvQvweFst-E/s320/steelesnewhaircutsideview.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8570402458177461240?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8570402458177461240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8570402458177461240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8570402458177461240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8570402458177461240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-its-been-while.html' title='Wow... it&apos;s been a while!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SmaPowALj0I/AAAAAAAABFE/XpKW01VxuWw/s72-c/steelesnewhaircut1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5994480192787489025</id><published>2009-06-30T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:26:00.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts, Firsts, and More Firsts ( and a little Steele too)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SkrPiF8hw7I/AAAAAAAABDs/0MJB33mggJY/s1600-h/myboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353319291701806002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SkrPiF8hw7I/AAAAAAAABDs/0MJB33mggJY/s320/myboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kase is almost 4 months old and is starting to do quite a few little tricks and other fun things. He is getting really good at holding his head up and this is his first official time to do it without the boppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353321319447121506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SkrRYH4rzmI/AAAAAAAABEE/KxO5wzyH1ro/s320/firsttimeholdinghisheadup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is also eating rice and oatmeal cereal. He loves, loves, loves him some cereal. He is already trying to grab the spoon. This is his second attempt at cereal I think. He wasn't that crazy about it the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353319288455883426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SkrPh52o6qI/AAAAAAAABDk/Cc-wNomoVaI/s320/firstcereal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353319299194932082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SkrPih3By3I/AAAAAAAABD0/OYTj_fqaxLc/s320/isnthesweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also sitting with assistance and this is his first time in his bebe'POD. He likes to play with the toy and look around at stuff but is still a little wobbly and leans to one side. I think we aren't quite ready for this yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353319304682449122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SkrPi2TWqOI/AAAAAAAABD8/RAm00mgjKLg/s320/firsttimeinbebepod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And last, he has been for his first swim and a few more. He loved the water the first time but not so much since then. It's also a little hot out there for him these days. He would rather be in the AC (so would I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353323887634338322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SkrTtnIO0hI/AAAAAAAABEU/vo5yyprOO98/s320/firstswim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353323882810183714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SkrTtVKEECI/AAAAAAAABEM/8BstLu7v_A8/s320/cooldude2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5994480192787489025?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5994480192787489025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5994480192787489025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5994480192787489025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5994480192787489025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/06/firsts-firsts-and-more-firsts-and.html' title='Firsts, Firsts, and More Firsts ( and a little Steele too)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SkrPiF8hw7I/AAAAAAAABDs/0MJB33mggJY/s72-c/myboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5373449772937906364</id><published>2009-06-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:32:14.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Temper Tantrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSqvKATTkI/AAAAAAAABCI/7UQCcMoHsro/s1600-h/fittake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342582785084444226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSqvKATTkI/AAAAAAAABCI/7UQCcMoHsro/s320/fittake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSqu3IKV9I/AAAAAAAABCA/la13KKE3ymg/s1600-h/fittake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342582780017137618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSqu3IKV9I/AAAAAAAABCA/la13KKE3ymg/s320/fittake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know you have to capture their dual personalities at some point:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5373449772937906364?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5373449772937906364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5373449772937906364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5373449772937906364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5373449772937906364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/06/typical-temper-tantrum.html' title='Typical Temper Tantrum'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSqvKATTkI/AAAAAAAABCI/7UQCcMoHsro/s72-c/fittake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-4136700226345327798</id><published>2009-06-01T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:28:00.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Kisses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats to Lindsey or Kisses as Steele calls her. I can't believe she graduated high school this year. I remember when she was an itty bitty toddler, an annoying middle schooler, and a very trustworthy, smart, and sensible teenager as she is now. She is soooo good with Steele and Kase and all children in general! She is not always easy to find because as all almost 18 year olds do she doesn't like to stay at home, but she can always be counted on if she tells me she will do something for me! I love her so much and wish her a great, fun summer and a wonderful college experience at ICC next year. We love you Kisses!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSpHrqE-8I/AAAAAAAABB4/ziNFUSNawvQ/s1600-h/lindseysgrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342581007411641282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSpHrqE-8I/AAAAAAAABB4/ziNFUSNawvQ/s320/lindseysgrad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-4136700226345327798?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4136700226345327798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=4136700226345327798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4136700226345327798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4136700226345327798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/06/congrats-kisses.html' title='Congrats Kisses!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSpHrqE-8I/AAAAAAAABB4/ziNFUSNawvQ/s72-c/lindseysgrad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8010139610048310297</id><published>2009-06-01T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:21:08.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chunky Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSoWcc3tZI/AAAAAAAABBw/g3HZGoUHkdo/s1600-h/workinontheheadbob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342580161516123538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSoWcc3tZI/AAAAAAAABBw/g3HZGoUHkdo/s320/workinontheheadbob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSoWLMtVCI/AAAAAAAABBo/UgKhP0jVDSc/s1600-h/chillininmycap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342580156884931618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSoWLMtVCI/AAAAAAAABBo/UgKhP0jVDSc/s320/chillininmycap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought ya'll might need to see this cute, sweet little chunky 2 1/2 month old since the last two posts have been all about the big one. He is laughing, talking, and cooing ALL the time now. He doesn't like to nap during the day, but still loves him some bottle, he is up to 7 ounces at a time. I think he is going to love him some rice cereal here shortly. He weighed in at 15 lbs. 8 ozs. Friday when I took him in because he was running fever. He had gained one ounce for every day since we had last been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8010139610048310297?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8010139610048310297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8010139610048310297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8010139610048310297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8010139610048310297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/06/chunky-monkey.html' title='Chunky Monkey'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSoWcc3tZI/AAAAAAAABBw/g3HZGoUHkdo/s72-c/workinontheheadbob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-4791673923611154334</id><published>2009-05-31T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:02:46.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steele Slips and Slides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Swip and Swidin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He loves his new "swip and swide" and has been found outside stripped down to bare booty playing on his slip and slide! He was so cold this day but would not stop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342217891869273010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiNe3k2aq7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ch177m_Cbho/s320/funinthesun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiNflLMOmYI/AAAAAAAABAY/1Qdi1k9hTk4/s1600-h/notsurewhattodo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342218675255417218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiNflLMOmYI/AAAAAAAABAY/1Qdi1k9hTk4/s200/notsurewhattodo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342218679996975378" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiNflc2tCRI/AAAAAAAABAg/s2FIG68vxCM/s200/testinthewaters.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiShi7u9xuI/AAAAAAAABBI/wWWRcwU6ENk/s1600-h/lovinit+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342572679490553570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiShi7u9xuI/AAAAAAAABBI/wWWRcwU6ENk/s200/lovinit+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiShi3sx9xI/AAAAAAAABBQ/rW0JXyQM3ag/s1600-h/intheface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342572678407649042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiShi3sx9xI/AAAAAAAABBQ/rW0JXyQM3ag/s200/intheface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342573791696864882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiSijrBnRnI/AAAAAAAABBY/xh466l7wBOM/s320/steeleslipnslidin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-4791673923611154334?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4791673923611154334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=4791673923611154334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4791673923611154334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4791673923611154334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/steele-slips-and-slides-until-hes-silly.html' title='Steele Slips and Slides'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SiNe3k2aq7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ch177m_Cbho/s72-c/funinthesun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-9126085628263326949</id><published>2009-05-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:35:33.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steele is 3!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338696848482869826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Shbcf4FRokI/AAAAAAAAA_g/CRKv6fCbpE4/s400/birthdaycollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe my baby boy turned 3 on Tuesday. We had his birthday party Sunday at our house, he had a Scooby Doo party. He had so much fun playing with his friends and with his new presents. He got a new playhouse and a sand/water table. He wants to be outside all the time now! He also got some books and some monster trucks, of course. He was so funny opening presents and he had to blow out the candles twice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On his birthday we had to take Kase to the doctor in Tupelo. When we got done, Gram and I took him to Ballard Park to feed the ducks and play. He loved feeding the ducks, he had so much fun. Then that night John Paul and I took him to Chuck E. Cheese in Tupelo. Jason and Carly came with us and we had a good time. His favorite game was Skee Ball. He had a great birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 19, 2006, just a few minutes old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ShbbiFzzEOI/AAAAAAAAA_I/h44IP21tx-4/s1600-h/William+Steele+Brooks+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338695787015770338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ShbbiFzzEOI/AAAAAAAAA_I/h44IP21tx-4/s320/William+Steele+Brooks+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His 1st Birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Shbbiee6b7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/N9f3dgg0VM0/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338695793639059378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Shbbiee6b7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/N9f3dgg0VM0/s320/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/steeles-birthday-party.html"&gt;2nd Birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Shbbiruw8WI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/TWZPcVaJEds/s1600-h/thebirthdayboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338695797195207010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Shbbiruw8WI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/TWZPcVaJEds/s320/thebirthdayboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338697823889248754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ShbdYpwR0fI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fVRUijiTrpQ/s320/happybirthdaytoyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 3 Steele is outgoing and silly. He is very energetic and pretty easily entertained. He loves cars, monster trucks, and animals. He loves to watch movies and cartoons. He loves his Baby Kase but won't leave him alone for one minute. He knows all of his letters and numbers to 15. He is going to 3 year old Kindergarten in August at our church, he is so excited. He is a very loving boy but also WILD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-9126085628263326949?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9126085628263326949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=9126085628263326949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9126085628263326949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9126085628263326949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/steele-is-3.html' title='Steele is 3!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Shbcf4FRokI/AAAAAAAAA_g/CRKv6fCbpE4/s72-c/birthdaycollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3078844811791044053</id><published>2009-05-22T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:43:57.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kase's 2 month stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ShbU1L7LsUI/AAAAAAAAA-4/XtCeFzD4bpc/s1600-h/mylittlechunk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338688418493477186" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ShbU1L7LsUI/AAAAAAAAA-4/XtCeFzD4bpc/s320/mylittlechunk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338688411642960610" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ShbU0yZ5GuI/AAAAAAAAA-w/E5QMoSzUxtI/s320/meandkase.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ShbV9zlfcZI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1sfbARJuS1s/s1600-h/lovehisgrin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338689666090496402" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ShbV9zlfcZI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1sfbARJuS1s/s320/lovehisgrin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went for Kase's 2 month check up on Tuesday. He is a BIG boy. He weighed in at 14 lbs. 14 oz. and was 25 1/4 inches long. He is in the top percentile for his age. I looked back in Steele's baby book to compare and he is the size Steele was at 4 months old. Actually 3 ozs. more than Steele was at 4 months. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is starting to try to roll over from his back to his tummy. He still loves lights and ceiling fans. He also loves to swing in his swing outside while Steele plays. He is such a good baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3078844811791044053?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3078844811791044053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3078844811791044053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3078844811791044053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3078844811791044053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/kases-2-month-stats.html' title='Kase&apos;s 2 month stats'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ShbU1L7LsUI/AAAAAAAAA-4/XtCeFzD4bpc/s72-c/mylittlechunk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-1738367104554586585</id><published>2009-05-15T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:32:41.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching a fish mobile go round and round for a sweet 2 month old little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336273986259477058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sg5A6u8nYkI/AAAAAAAAA-M/nYsuHn4BpA4/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336270421589636546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sg49rPhGNcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/-adOJJ3qf1E/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;splashing in mud puddles in your boots and playing on giant bouncy obstacle courses and big blow up slides for a soon to be 3 year old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272719497918866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sg4_w_5H-ZI/AAAAAAAAA98/dNl6-lQ98yY/s320/jumpinginpuddles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272717237836162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sg4_w3eR2YI/AAAAAAAAA90/FWw9Tcym3v4/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272714044319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sg4_wrk4pWI/AAAAAAAAA9s/leKA7UUoIJQ/s320/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272721356826546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sg4_xG0Up7I/AAAAAAAAA-E/G9fG2WPZnFY/s320/IMG_2638+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;finding my three boys curled up in the recliner after a long day:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336274779353721682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sg5Bo5dBK1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/pxp_rzqCGtU/s320/daddytime.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-1738367104554586585?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1738367104554586585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=1738367104554586585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/1738367104554586585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/1738367104554586585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sg5A6u8nYkI/AAAAAAAAA-M/nYsuHn4BpA4/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-1350302423126900701</id><published>2009-05-13T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:43:22.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we have had our first real trip to the Emergency Room with Steele. He was playing at the shop with Pop when he pulled a 60 lb. vice onto himself. It knicked his head and scratched his arm. He had to have one stitch in his head full of hair. When Pop brought him up to the house, all I could see was the blood all in his hair, all over Pop's shirt, and couldn't really find the cut because of all his hair. He was really pretty good until we had to wrap him up in the sheet. He started crying huge alligator tears. He was screaming "Momma, let go of my legs. I love you." and "Get all your hands off of me!". He also had to have a cat scan, but he did great for that. I feel that as much as he gets into, this will probably not be the last time we are there. You can't even tell it now and it hasn't slowed him down a bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-1350302423126900701?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1350302423126900701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=1350302423126900701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/1350302423126900701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/1350302423126900701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be boys...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7899675250357660805</id><published>2009-05-03T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:42:44.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fence Climbing 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sgi4yNld3KI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YCirFEy_RfQ/s1600-h/Fenceclimbingcollage.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334716931400129698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sgi4yNld3KI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YCirFEy_RfQ/s320/Fenceclimbingcollage.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Steele took a tumble from climbing over the fence, (we looked out the window and he was hanging by one arm) Aunt Clare decided to teach him the proper way to climb it. I just enjoyed taking pictures of my soon to be 3 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7899675250357660805?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7899675250357660805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7899675250357660805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7899675250357660805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7899675250357660805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/fence-climbing-101.html' title='Fence Climbing 101'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sgi4yNld3KI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YCirFEy_RfQ/s72-c/Fenceclimbingcollage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-1557441251007577036</id><published>2009-05-01T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:11:24.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother Steele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SfvHmPjRXtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/yw-SROB-_t8/s1600-h/IMG_2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331074043746541266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SfvHmPjRXtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/yw-SROB-_t8/s320/IMG_2569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well... Steele is still adjusting to being a big brother. I think it frustrates him that Kase can't do anything so he messes with him. He loves to talk to him in the mornings, he always wants to know if he's awake or asleep, and has to know where Baby Kase is at all times. So I definitely think he loves his brother, but Steele is also the type to do everything he can to get some kind of response from someone. So Kase will definitely be a tough guy after putting up with Steele, he'll have to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele will be 3 in a few short weeks and I can't believe it. Time goes by so fast! Here are some of his favorites right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*apples and strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*race car brownies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*going to church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*monster trucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*playing with Chick and Cole (his puppies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*pulling out every toy he owns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*laying in his bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*riding the lawnmower with his daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*watching Curious George and Scooby Doo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His new favorite saying is "I'm tired of doing ...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-1557441251007577036?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1557441251007577036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=1557441251007577036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/1557441251007577036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/1557441251007577036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-brother-steele.html' title='Big Brother Steele'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SfvHmPjRXtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/yw-SROB-_t8/s72-c/IMG_2569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-394075397420433184</id><published>2009-05-01T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:33:29.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Kase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sfu9hmfxDnI/AAAAAAAAA8o/d2UYF2KxtTg/s1600-h/IMG_2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331062968890232434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sfu9hmfxDnI/AAAAAAAAA8o/d2UYF2KxtTg/s320/IMG_2549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331062963917439282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sfu9hT-KQTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/iUTYvhrNywM/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kase was 7 weeks old yesterday and I got some cute pics of him grinning on the couch. He is still sleeping great, growing a lot, and starting to become more active and cooing. Some things about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*the Itsy Bitsy Spider song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*the ceiling fan (he stares at it even if its not on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*milk and lots of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*his frog blankie(in the pics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*baths (most of the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*being outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*big lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*to be held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He dislikes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sleeping in his bassinet during the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*waking up in his swaddling blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Steele in his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*diaper changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*when you first put him in the car (but then he goes to sleep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has already been a few places...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*2 baseball games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*church a few times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Wal-Mart (of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*our vet's office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-394075397420433184?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/394075397420433184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=394075397420433184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/394075397420433184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/394075397420433184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-kase.html' title='Sweet Kase'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sfu9hmfxDnI/AAAAAAAAA8o/d2UYF2KxtTg/s72-c/IMG_2549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3562126678550602302</id><published>2009-04-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:49:24.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SedFWBxtQeI/AAAAAAAAA70/8DvqQ0eJnQE/s1600-h/IMG_2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325301329125261794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SedFWBxtQeI/AAAAAAAAA70/8DvqQ0eJnQE/s320/IMG_2399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3562126678550602302?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3562126678550602302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3562126678550602302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3562126678550602302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3562126678550602302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddu.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Boys'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SedFWBxtQeI/AAAAAAAAA70/8DvqQ0eJnQE/s72-c/IMG_2399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3804340602440231651</id><published>2009-04-16T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:45:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do they look alike?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SedDvMUHO5I/AAAAAAAAA7s/wmsvi6T-UaA/s1600-h/Easter+pictures-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325299562427399058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SedDvMUHO5I/AAAAAAAAA7s/wmsvi6T-UaA/s400/Easter+pictures-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kase is on the left and Steele on the right. They are both 1 month old in these pictures and I thought since they had the same outfit on they would look more alike. But I personally don't think they look that much alike. I see some features that they share but overall I don't think they look alike. What do ya'll think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3804340602440231651?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3804340602440231651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3804340602440231651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3804340602440231651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3804340602440231651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-they-look-alike.html' title='Do they look alike?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SedDvMUHO5I/AAAAAAAAA7s/wmsvi6T-UaA/s72-c/Easter+pictures-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-562618503232515535</id><published>2009-04-16T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:39:26.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Nanny</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298778351102418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SedDBjZwadI/AAAAAAAAA7k/mqVZTTfLDK4/s320/IMG_2411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my grandmother, Nanny, with her two great grandsons. She loves them so much as she does all her grandchildren. She did not want me to take her picture but this is the only picture I have so far of her and Kase. Nanny kept Steele when he was a baby and still helps me out when I need to go somewhere. He loves to go to Nanny's and play with "Nanny's puzzles and toys". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-562618503232515535?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/562618503232515535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=562618503232515535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/562618503232515535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/562618503232515535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-nanny.html' title='Sweet Nanny'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SedDBjZwadI/AAAAAAAAA7k/mqVZTTfLDK4/s72-c/IMG_2411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-4109248793341951258</id><published>2009-04-16T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:33:56.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippity Hoppity Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great Easter weekend. We hunted eggs, roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, ate a delicious Easter dinner on Sunday with the whole family (mine and JP's), and just enjoyed the company we were with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325290360733789666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sec7XlVZbeI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ueLnLmKP6Hg/s320/easter+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Steele had a ball hunting Easter eggs with our neighbors Jackson and Bri. Everytime he found one, he would say in a sing song voice "I found one." He found some with money, but his favorite thing was one with a toy frog in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325291395199124322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sec8TzBJw2I/AAAAAAAAA7E/8JbGXzsS7zE/s320/Picture+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny came and left Steele a large basket with lots of cool things. If you asked Steele what the Easter bunny brought he would say "another car and another monster truck". He was very excited about them as you can see from the bottom left picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325290366582410370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sec7X7H0TII/AAAAAAAAA6k/OnFMg3l5m6E/s320/easter+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kase on the other hand didn't care much for his basket of goodies (pacis, gas drops, car seat toys). I'm sure next year he will be eating chocolate with his big brother!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325293394503271490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sec-ILAaBEI/AAAAAAAAA7M/CbpK3167VTE/s320/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried to get a good picture of them in their Easter outfits but didn't have much luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. There are only so many ways (maybe 2) to sit them together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. It is extremely hard to get them to look at the camera at the same time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. Newborns always look constipated or confused when trying to get a good picture, unless they have gas and you might get a smile:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, here are the best out of many more that I got and some are just funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325296752879530498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SedBLp7s8gI/AAAAAAAAA7c/qyLzJwTpSXw/s320/Easter+pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kase's 1st Easter was also his first visit to church. We were so glad to be able to go back to Sunday School and church. Kase was a champ and slept most of the time. This outfit is also the one that Steele wore to church his first time and his baby dedication. They were almost exactly the same age and Kase fills out the outfit a little better than Steele did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325290380425842946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sec7YusWUQI/AAAAAAAAA68/dv1prb4HUy4/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-4109248793341951258?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4109248793341951258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=4109248793341951258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4109248793341951258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4109248793341951258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/hippity-hoppity-easter.html' title='Hippity Hoppity Easter'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/Sec7XlVZbeI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ueLnLmKP6Hg/s72-c/easter+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3884452885740851824</id><published>2009-03-30T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:46:34.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SdFJzmRWylI/AAAAAAAAA5g/MFfAF6lBHnU/s1600-h/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319113785696766546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SdFJzmRWylI/AAAAAAAAA5g/MFfAF6lBHnU/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steele loves to talk to his baby brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SdFJzSPOc8I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/w75sLl1aVWM/s1600-h/IMG_2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319113780319122370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SdFJzSPOc8I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/w75sLl1aVWM/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't tell if they look alike yet or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SdFJzM2xVeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/InW9DWR5NNA/s1600-h/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319113778874373602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SdFJzM2xVeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/InW9DWR5NNA/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little chunk! He has gained 1 lb and 7 ozs. since he left the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SdFJykURJkI/AAAAAAAAA5I/PKpyQqgDof4/s1600-h/IMG_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319113767992239682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SdFJykURJkI/AAAAAAAAA5I/PKpyQqgDof4/s320/IMG_2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the yawn! He loves to eat and sleep:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3884452885740851824?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3884452885740851824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3884452885740851824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3884452885740851824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3884452885740851824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SdFJzmRWylI/AAAAAAAAA5g/MFfAF6lBHnU/s72-c/IMG_2204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7211402895787233014</id><published>2009-03-18T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:19:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daniel Kase Brooks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;born March 12, 2009 at 10:19 am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weighing in at 9 lbs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;measuring 20 inches long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315675459896878178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ScUSqshqJGI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tCAtHwnwVAM/s320/kase.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe Kase was 1 week old on Thursday and I'm just now introducing him to ya'll. He is the sweetest baby ever. He is a great sleeper, barely ever cries unless he's really, really hungry, and just lays there and looks around grunting and cooing. The Lord really blessed us with a good and healthy baby, I think he knew we would need it with Steele around keeping us on our toes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele loves his baby Kase and wants to hold him, talk to him, and read to him all the time. On the other hand, he is having quite a time adjusting to there being someone else that I have to feed, diaper, and hold besides him. Night time is especially hard, Steele has been waking up every time Kase feeds and crying. I do have wonderful help though and everything else has been great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a very uneventful delivery. I went in at 7:00 am on Thursday morning. I was pushed back one surgery so we had to wait a little longer than planned. I had the best nurses and doctors that I could have asked for. Kase was born at 10:19 am and I can still see his little head as they poked him over the screen for me to see for the first time. Then of course they cleaned him up and handed him to his Daddy. Which in my opinion is so not fair, I carried him for 9 months and his Daddy is the first one to hold him. Oh well that's what happens when you have a section. I can also still see Steele's face light up when he saw him up close for the first time in my room. He was grinning from ear to ear. He tells everybody they can't take his baby Kase home with them and cried when he had to leave him at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course here are some pictures, which is what you want to see anyway:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315670473984771810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ScUOIejlBuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/IUQ0TllpE5o/s320/lookingatbabykase.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele reading to Kase in the nursery:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315670461790523666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ScUOHxIPkRI/AAAAAAAAA34/6RR5pFbyvgs/s320/readingtobabykase.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315670480718812434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ScUOI3pGVRI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/1KaVX2Ep7u0/s320/sweetbrotherkisses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315670476652655378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ScUOIofpsxI/AAAAAAAAA4I/xZO1O4MS70k/s320/brothers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doesn't that look like a proud Daddy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672527919887058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ScUQACD3stI/AAAAAAAAA4g/CKZz69wzuQA/s320/daddylove.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672546495089490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ScUQBHQiy1I/AAAAAAAAA4w/0vnKHe4OyJw/s320/kasereadytogohome.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672536412781970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ScUQAhsu_ZI/AAAAAAAAA4o/8_6PEKqTh8g/s320/danielkasebrooks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7211402895787233014?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7211402895787233014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7211402895787233014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7211402895787233014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7211402895787233014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/03/introducing.html' title='Introducing.....'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/ScUSqshqJGI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tCAtHwnwVAM/s72-c/kase.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8871741184031494152</id><published>2009-03-09T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:15:09.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown is ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3, 2, 1 days that is until we welcome baby boy #2 into our little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this week is the week. I have to be at the hospital at 7:00 am on Thursday morning. I am the second surgery scheduled, so if no emergencies come up then we will have our second baby boy here around 9:00 am, March 12. I am pretty sure I have everything ready, just some last minute things to pack for the hospital. I really can't believe it's actually here. It's hard to believe I've been pregnant for 9 months, it goes by so fast. I can't wait to see how Steele is going to act as a big brother. We have had some trying days here lately, I think the end of the 2's is worse than the beginning. I know he is going to be a great big brother and I can't wait to see him love on our new little boy, who is still at this point nameless. A little ridiculous, huh. I promise that I'm not just holding out. I really am not 100 % sure what we are going to name him. He has the hiccups right now as I type. I am excited though and a little nervous at being a mom of 2. I will update with pics as soon as we get back home and back into the swing of things. I will leave you with a few of my little man and soon to be big brother. Have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311407323161832098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SbXo0cJ4KqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/JknkZhDoC0M/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311407326369058210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SbXo0oGijaI/AAAAAAAAA3o/91ReLU2to5s/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311407336093051906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SbXo1MU67AI/AAAAAAAAA3w/F3jAbUYYg2c/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8871741184031494152?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8871741184031494152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8871741184031494152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8871741184031494152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8871741184031494152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown-is-on.html' title='The Countdown is ON'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SbXo0cJ4KqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/JknkZhDoC0M/s72-c/IMG_1795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-818057012497424217</id><published>2009-03-01T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:40:06.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it only snow in March in MS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Steele was so excited this morning when he woke up and Daddy told him that there was snow outside. He wanted me to get him dressed right then and so I did and we were playing in the snow by 6:30 am. I couldn't find his gloves so he wore socks on his hands. He didn't like that he couldn't make snowballs with them on though so he told me " Momma, I need my hands cold again." He wanted me to take them off. He loved throwing snowballs at everyone including the dogs. We played for a while, then ate breakfast, played a little more, and then went to church. When we got home he was very upset that the snow was all gone. He went around to everything in the yard that still had any snow left and played with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413967296016914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SatGYMlmshI/AAAAAAAAA24/Cz1SNx3tsng/s320/uhoh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413966222177730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SatGYIllNcI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rIk2Dfz22f4/s320/coldhands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413971496006514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SatGYcO9c3I/AAAAAAAAA3I/OQ8Vx7-GS3M/s320/familysnowpic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413975303696354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SatGYqayL-I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/SeG8-WJmb98/s320/makingsnowballs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413972586988386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SatGYgTEg2I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/9cNhyg6AC5w/s320/onehappysnowboy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-818057012497424217?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/818057012497424217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=818057012497424217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/818057012497424217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/818057012497424217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-it-only-snow-in-march-in-ms.html' title='Does it only snow in March in MS?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SatGYMlmshI/AAAAAAAAA24/Cz1SNx3tsng/s72-c/uhoh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-6270997179652211969</id><published>2009-02-11T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:32:22.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Ramblings of Steele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night as I was sitting as properly as I could in the recliner at 8 months pregnant, Steele says "Mommy, your belly is soooo big!" and then goes on with watching his cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning while looking at my belly, the conversation was like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele: "Mommy you have scratches." referring to my many stretch marks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: "No, they are stretch marks, some are from you and some from Baby Brother (who is still nameless). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele: "Oh, stretch marks. Daddy, Mommy has stretch marks. Can I get in there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: "Get in where, my belly?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele: "Uh huh". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: "No, you can't get in my belly, baby brother is in there and he's getting ready to come out soon and meet you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele (in his high pitched really excited voice): "Daddy, Baby brother is getting ready to come out of Momma's belly and meet me." (so sweet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see my two boys grow up together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a totally different topic but continuing with Steele's ramblings, here is his newest movie quote from Toy Story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Potato Head: Hey Hamm, Hey look, I'm Picasso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hamm: I don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Potato Head: Are you uncultured swine? (turns around to another toy) What are you looking at Hockey Puck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele says this all really fast and together without who said it of course. I'm trying to get it on video but he doesn't perform on demand. Here is a picture of him and Mr. Potato Head and this is how Mr. Potato Head kind of looks when he is saying this on Toy Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301578255516134706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SZL9VZz5bTI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RkPh0xs_Dlc/s320/steeleandmrpotatohead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-6270997179652211969?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6270997179652211969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=6270997179652211969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/6270997179652211969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/6270997179652211969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts-and-ramblings-of-steele.html' title='Thoughts and Ramblings of Steele'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SZL9VZz5bTI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RkPh0xs_Dlc/s72-c/steeleandmrpotatohead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5481171594893700064</id><published>2009-02-09T11:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:41:04.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Faces of Steele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SZCGvWrYgRI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FX4_RnFCxJc/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300884909514588434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SZCGvWrYgRI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FX4_RnFCxJc/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5481171594893700064?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5481171594893700064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5481171594893700064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5481171594893700064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5481171594893700064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/many-faces-of-steele.html' title='Many Faces of Steele'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SZCGvWrYgRI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FX4_RnFCxJc/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3525296435722638085</id><published>2009-02-02T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:07:11.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling snow while it's still snowing." -- &lt;em&gt;Phyllis Diller, comedian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw this in one of my parenting magazines today and thought that it describes my life perfectly right now. There really is no sense in cleaning a child's room during the day because it is going to look exactly the same or worse in about an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3525296435722638085?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3525296435722638085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3525296435722638085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3525296435722638085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3525296435722638085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-1906384752562314613</id><published>2009-01-29T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:20:18.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Call...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://lauratomlinson.blogspot.com/"&gt;LT's&lt;/a&gt; blog a few weeks back and thought it would be neat to know who all was keeping up with our little family through the blog. If you are a regular reader or you just occasionally stop by, please leave me a comment:) Everyone loves to get comments! Thanks and I hope ya'll have a great rest of the week and weekend. I can't believe January is pretty much over already. Exactly 6 weeks from today, I will be having Baby Boy #2 by C-section if he doesn't decide to come before then on his own. Wow, can't believe it's almost time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-1906384752562314613?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1906384752562314613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=1906384752562314613&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/1906384752562314613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/1906384752562314613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/roll-call.html' title='Roll Call...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5274924607762020074</id><published>2009-01-22T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:09:31.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctity of Life</title><content type='html'>Please click on the button on the right side of my blog to learn more about and sign the petition to fight FOCA that President Obama has promised to Planned Parenthood to sign when he gets into office. He said it would be the first thing he would do, though I have not seen where he has done it yet, I do feel as though he is planning on following through with the promises he made. This is Sanctity of Life week and right now thousands are marching on the Mall to show their feelings for this. I don't get into a lot of politics but this is something that I strongly believe in. Please just take a minute to read more about it and sign the petition if you feel so moved to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5274924607762020074?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5274924607762020074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5274924607762020074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5274924607762020074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5274924607762020074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/sanctity-of-life.html' title='Sanctity of Life'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3921107253575519285</id><published>2009-01-18T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:31:45.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to be very, very quiet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele and Daddy went on their first hunting outing yesterday. Even though it was cold, this was the first time Steele actually agreed to go with John Paul so I thought he should go. They did go to a heated shooting house so he didn't get that cold. He also took his DVD player, cars, and animals so it was more of just a Daddy and Steele playdate than an actual hunting experience. Needless to say, he loved it. He keeps telling me "Shhh, you have to be very, very quiet." And John Paul said he was for most of the time, which is hard for him. He talks constantly, ALL DAY LONG! He also told John Paul that he saw a deer when they were coming out on the Kubota, so maybe he did. Here is a picture I took of them before they went. Hope everyone has a great Sunday afternoon and a great Monday. I'm off to the doctor in the morning:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292749185830755410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SXOfV6KuHFI/AAAAAAAAA1U/P-zn8mcysF8/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3921107253575519285?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3921107253575519285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3921107253575519285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3921107253575519285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3921107253575519285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-have-to-be-very-very-quiet.html' title='You have to be very, very quiet!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SXOfV6KuHFI/AAAAAAAAA1U/P-zn8mcysF8/s72-c/IMG_1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-9118007049956656232</id><published>2009-01-13T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:42:11.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. fix it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nesting'/><title type='text'>Come in Star Command...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Steele is going to be a movie quoter. He goes around the house saying things off of his DVDs. This morning it was "Star Command, Come in Star Command. Do you read me?" Maybe he's been watching Toy Story to much. He also says "to infinity and beyond" constantly. He thinks he is Buzz Lightyear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290863293516172594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsIh0vTTI/AAAAAAAAA0s/dCNhDxCnhw0/s320/comeinstarcommand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also loves to get in our bed and watch DVDs on his car DVD player before bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsJCLCpMI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FhYpz488eRQ/s1600-h/watchingdvdinmommasbed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290863302199649474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsJCLCpMI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FhYpz488eRQ/s320/watchingdvdinmommasbed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also got a few tools for Christmas and he thinks he can fix anything. Daddy was actually fixing the door and Steele of course wanted to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsI--vsLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/0duHIMtaqho/s1600-h/mrfixit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290863301342769330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsI--vsLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/0duHIMtaqho/s320/mrfixit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steele showing Daddy his tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsI558iTI/AAAAAAAAA08/wz5qefPR5vo/s1600-h/daddyshelper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290863299980462386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsI558iTI/AAAAAAAAA08/wz5qefPR5vo/s320/daddyshelper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele loves to cheese it up so it's hard to get a good pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsIpZdfxI/AAAAAAAAA00/c9reeETGczA/s1600-h/myboys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290863295549243154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsIpZdfxI/AAAAAAAAA00/c9reeETGczA/s320/myboys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for everything else in the Brooks household, it's pretty normal. Well except for that I am going through the nesting phase of my pregnancy and can't quit cleaning. Steele's room is driving me crazy. I clean it at least 3 times a day. I have cleaned out all the drawers, all the cabinets, wiped down all the cabinets, and some other crazy things that I NEVER do on a normal basis. That and having 3 litters of puppies at the dog pen plus a 2 1/2 year old is wearing me out. I only have 8 more weeks to go though. I go to the doctor on Monday and then I start every two week visits. I am trying to get JP motivated to start rearranging furniture to bring in the crib, but that hasn't happened yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-9118007049956656232?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9118007049956656232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=9118007049956656232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9118007049956656232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9118007049956656232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-in-star-command.html' title='Come in Star Command...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SWzsIh0vTTI/AAAAAAAAA0s/dCNhDxCnhw0/s72-c/comeinstarcommand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-4823447651809754690</id><published>2008-12-30T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:03:32.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no post:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we finally got over the stomach virus and had a very busy December and a wonderful Christmas. Even though Steele was not feeling well Christmas morning, the best Christmas present I got was hearing his laughter when he saw his presents from Santa. His eyes lit up and he giggled. He loves his horse barn, tricycle and his "shootin" tent. He calls it a shootin tent because it looks camoflauge. He was so happy and has loved playing with his new toys. I can not keep his room clean from all the animals that Santa brought with his horse barn. Oh well, maybe one of these days. We had a wonderful time hanging out with family and friends this holiday. Here are some pictures from a great Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele and his horse barn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813899594004546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SVr7vHofeEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/j82ECXZmpAg/s320/steeleandhishorsebarn.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Riding his new tricycle! Daddy had to let the seat down so he could reach the peddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813905256791234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SVr7vcumvMI/AAAAAAAAAzc/tnjksY1HnkQ/s320/steeleridinghistricycle.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;checking out his shootin tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813913120387650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SVr7v6BbskI/AAAAAAAAAzk/dv8pVNn87z4/s320/steeleinhisshootintent.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves this Lightning McQueen camera and thinks he is really taking pictures of everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Say Cheese Momma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813917296252994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SVr7wJlCWEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/GWJEewqM1oE/s320/saycheesemomma.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele looking inside his stocking to see what Santa left in there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813920405615042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SVr7wVKXccI/AAAAAAAAAz0/4BiLYV9nPJo/s320/whatsinhere.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-4823447651809754690?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4823447651809754690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=4823447651809754690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4823447651809754690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4823447651809754690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, no post:('/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SVr7vHofeEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/j82ECXZmpAg/s72-c/steeleandhishorsebarn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-224320641067869222</id><published>2008-12-07T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:45:03.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go away, go away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am wishing the stomach virus to go away from my house. It started with me before Thanksgiving, went to Steele, to JP, back to me, and now back to JP. It is not fun guys, especially when you are pregnant. I know this little guy is wondering what the heck is going on with mommy right now. So anyway, that is why there have been no posts. I did manage to drag myself to the Christmas parade last night just so I could see Steele's face. He was cold though but got warmed up by some chocolate chip cookies and then got wired. Today I took some cute pictures for the Christmas card with our awesome new Canon Rebel XS that was an early Christmas present from John Paul's parents to JP and me. It is amazing the difference from our old one. I am so glad Christmas is almost here, but starting to sweat because I haven't bought any presents. Must go shopping!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277181817625482722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/STxQ50a3leI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rOlwSRwkbAI/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;waving to Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277181817485301986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/STxQ5z5cmOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/DITHwA3_0ns/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277181822790436002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/STxQ6HqShKI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mnjzs9H2E0k/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;after the chocolate cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277181820758624226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/STxQ6AF3h-I/AAAAAAAAAys/rjYWujR5QfE/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277181827823619298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/STxQ6aaSzOI/AAAAAAAAAy0/f8hKNxW5r68/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-224320641067869222?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/224320641067869222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=224320641067869222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/224320641067869222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/224320641067869222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-away-go-away.html' title='Go away, go away!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/STxQ50a3leI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rOlwSRwkbAI/s72-c/IMG_0341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-9120777879217280111</id><published>2008-11-22T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:47:40.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe My Lucky Day after Fryday...</title><content type='html'>MckMama is having another contest. MckMama is an awesome inspiration and has an amazing story from God that you can follow on her blog. I have been following (stalking) for a while now and praying for her and her beautiful family along the way. Today, I'm gonna try to win some goodies though. She is having a Fryday contest and how could I not enter with such a cute picture of Small Fry to look at. Just go to her blog &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;My Charming Kids &lt;/a&gt;to check it out and maybe you can have a lucky day after fryday too. Have a great weekend!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-9120777879217280111?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9120777879217280111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=9120777879217280111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9120777879217280111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9120777879217280111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe-my-lucky-day-after-fryday.html' title='Maybe My Lucky Day after Fryday...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5048666912330085291</id><published>2008-11-18T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:19:16.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufficient Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really feel God is leading me to write this post. I think that there are a lot of things that I don't get out and talk about much. I tend to keep most things bottled up inside and they all just spew out sometimes. Especially when you are 22 weeks pregnant and hormones are raging, I cry at EVERYTHING. The Lord has really been working in my heart lately though. My wonderful Gramps died in March of this year. He was an awesome man of the Lord late in his life and he was such an example for our whole family. In 2006 he was diagnosed with cancer in his nose. Eventually it spread to his mouth, lungs, etc. He was very strong throughout his whole battle. He lost his entire nose and continued to go out and especially to church with a bandage across his face. The last time he was in church was less than a month before he died, it was raining and cold outside and he told Nanny he wanted to go to church. This was a man who longed to get out on a cold, wet day and worship in God's house when he couldn't even sit in the comfort of his home and stay warm. Wow, what a man of God! It's hard not to wonder why God placed this battle on such a great man. Our pastor preached the best sermon at his funeral we could have asked for. It was so inspiring, yet I have still been going through terrible times trying to get back in a constant walk with my Lord. Our Sunday School class is doing a study right now on a book called &lt;em&gt;The Divine Mentor &lt;/em&gt;by Wayne Cordeiro. It is a wonderful book that focuses on growing our faith specifically through sitting at the feet of Jesus and reading his word and learning from the mentors he placed in the Bible to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well today as I sat at the table doing my devotion and eating breakfast with Steele, God touched my heart so deeply. I was reading from 2 Corinthians 12. Paul was telling of a time when he asked for relief from a physical struggle that he was having and God told him this. 2 Corinthians 12:9 "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, God's grace is all we need. We may face cancer, sickness, hurt, war, and many many other things but God's grace is all we need. Christ's power in Paul, in my Gramps, in so many others was more important than for us to be relieved from whatever suffering we may go through. This just gives me a tiny glimpse of why my precious Gramps had to suffer like he did. It was because of Christ power in him that was shining to so many others and how did I not realize this until today. I think Gramps realized it though. I know he is in heaven with his Lord healed completely and I can't wait until I see him again someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for listening to my heart today. I don't usually express my feelings for all of blog world to see. I just really felt God leading me to post this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a pic of my Gramps and Steele when Steele was a baby.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270060001631660178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSMDpkY_6JI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lsKIQ7uLuQE/s320/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270062203954763650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSMFpwrvl4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/NCTAYOqShSA/s320/grampsandsteele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5048666912330085291?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5048666912330085291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5048666912330085291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5048666912330085291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5048666912330085291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-feel-god-is-leading-me-to.html' title='Sufficient Grace'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSMDpkY_6JI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lsKIQ7uLuQE/s72-c/Picture+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3596040227491737604</id><published>2008-11-17T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:42:11.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to Baby Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele's big thing right now is talking to Baby Bruuther inside my tummy. He has to lift up my shirt and talk to him at least once a day. Well, first thing this morning when he sat up in bed that's what he did. He lifted my shirt and said "What you doing, baby bruuther?" At that exact minute my stomach growled. Steele's face lit up and he said "Oohh, he pooted!" It was hilarious, I have been laughing about it all day. I couldn't help but share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3596040227491737604?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3596040227491737604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3596040227491737604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3596040227491737604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3596040227491737604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/talking-to-baby-brother.html' title='Talking to Baby Brother'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8387965959261424243</id><published>2008-11-16T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:26:27.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin' and Pickin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night we went to the mall to see Santa. I know, I know I can't believe it, it's not even Thanksgiving yet. Which by the way, I am planning an I'm Thankful for ... post coming up soon. Steele was pumped about seeing Santa and telling him what he wanted for Christmas, a horse barn and a bicycle. That was until we had to wait in the line that wrapped around the new play place in the middle of the mall. Now don't get me wrong it is a really nice play place and my mom was awesome for standing in the line forever while I watched Steele play and we waited to see Santa. The only problem was when it was actually our turn to see Santa, my child was in complete hysterics because we had to leave the play place. He absolutely loved it. It has all these soft things to climb on, a slide, tunnels to crawl through, and children running everywhere. He had a blast chasing little girls around and climbing on everything. So after I got him out crying and screaming we were almost to Santa. But when we got to Santa, he had calmed down a bit and then the breaker to the camera and the lights around Santa blew. So we had to wait and wait again. By this time Steele was not interested in sitting in Santa's lap at all. So needless to say even though Gram waited in line forever, we got no picture with Santa :( But I did have my camera and took pictures of him playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269475567432032162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDwHBVi36I/AAAAAAAAAxc/zH3fOP1RM2M/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love this sweet pic of him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269475574956291314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDwHdXd9PI/AAAAAAAAAxk/rhIXUe6vZIE/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I also love these two of him being silly, he is such a mess. He loved the Christmas decorations at the mall and now I can't wait to put up our tree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269475574607977522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDwHcEbHDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/EjhR15R_sTk/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So that was pics of him playin' in the mall Friday night and now pics of him pickin' on Sunday. Pickin' what you may ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269475580676580898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDwHyrSpiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/R3JGzIBuKRA/s320/pickinpecans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, not boogers, PECANS! We have 2 huge pecan trees in our yard and we have hundreds of pecans. Steele helped, well kind of helped pick up pecans Sunday afternoon. He would help for a while and then try to pour them all out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269475587116396658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDwIKqqcHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/5aN88n1zpmo/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8387965959261424243?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8387965959261424243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8387965959261424243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8387965959261424243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8387965959261424243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/playin-and-pickin.html' title='Playin&apos; and Pickin&apos;'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDwHBVi36I/AAAAAAAAAxc/zH3fOP1RM2M/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5679734180517334375</id><published>2008-11-16T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:45:06.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Swear I Put Them On One At a Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDnpDqchPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/K9CmBrFPmss/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466256567469298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDnpDqchPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/K9CmBrFPmss/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Just for the record, these are not mine and I did not declare that they were all seperate when I bought them and now they won't come apart. There is no way they were seperate when someone bought them. Ha, Ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a blast hanging out with my high school friends this weekend. We had a girls night at The Veranda in Starkville and I really needed it. I have not hung out and talked with some of these girls :( in way too long!! We had a great meal, great conversation (of course), and a lot of fun. Girls I love all of ya'll and I had so much fun Saturday night hanging out. I think we need to do it much, much more often!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269464998357120114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDmf0duNHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fEQTnSleg0w/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Mollie, Emily Jo, Emily L.,Tara, Paige, Haley, Kathryn, and Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465009368894322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDmgdfIi3I/AAAAAAAAAws/Io9FGXqH05Q/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269467258759643810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDojZHrgqI/AAAAAAAAAxU/P5AxqMWUJwI/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5679734180517334375?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5679734180517334375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5679734180517334375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5679734180517334375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5679734180517334375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-swear-i-put-them-on-one-at-time.html' title='I Swear I Put Them On One At a Time!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SSDnpDqchPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/K9CmBrFPmss/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-4658023239245989935</id><published>2008-11-11T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:45:57.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://lauratomlinson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura Tomlinson's &lt;/a&gt;blog and thought it would be a fun little post to do today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Choose the 4th folder on my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Choose the 4th picture in that folder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Explain that picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Tag 4 people to do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it is...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267487009960898962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SRnfhve0MZI/AAAAAAAAAwc/0KDZTRPrYZM/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a picture of my wonderful mom and I at my awesome baby shower almost 3 years ago. Wow, and to think that I will be this way in just a few short months again. I loved the cake for that shower, it had a cute little frog on it:) I have wonderful friends who threw the shower for me! Love ya'll!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tag: &lt;a href="http://maryleemoore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary Lee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://brianandsallyray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://justinandemilyhorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://mawallin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt;. Have fun guys!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-4658023239245989935?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4658023239245989935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=4658023239245989935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4658023239245989935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4658023239245989935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for Fun'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SRnfhve0MZI/AAAAAAAAAwc/0KDZTRPrYZM/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-2065176296068628110</id><published>2008-11-03T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:42:16.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney on Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday night we went to Disney on Ice. Gram took us again this year. Steele was in awe as you can see in this picture. He didn't move for quite a while when it first started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264440231960863714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8Mf69NY-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/v4q2G_Hn8m0/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264441464734742738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8NnrZZ-NI/AAAAAAAAAwA/vZ9irNIZ_MQ/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele and CoCo had a great time eating pizza, trying on the fish hat that came with the (expensive) cotton candy, and just watching the show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264441001193658882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8NMskmWgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/lFv375mn2Uw/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264441004598446402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8NM5QXSUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/JSmusESbWX4/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264441012390732418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8NNWSMIoI/AAAAAAAAAvw/cv_JYp878nI/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264441021708440882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8NN4_tFTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tG3lkF2kzXg/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-2065176296068628110?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2065176296068628110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=2065176296068628110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/2065176296068628110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/2065176296068628110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney on Ice'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8Mf69NY-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/v4q2G_Hn8m0/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7336706512178228645</id><published>2008-11-03T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:34:50.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey on Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438363464340802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8KzKQ7FUI/AAAAAAAAAu4/U-ij8ZeE-bw/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little monkey did not want to be still for the photo shoot I had planned before trick or treating. I wanted to get one good one of him with our fall scarecrow and pumpkin, but this year it didn't work out. He's still a cute little monkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438353428215106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8Kyk4H9UI/AAAAAAAAAuw/uGbdjfS2Rsg/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8LBpMan_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ktxfbb8yJcg/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438612285104114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8LBpMan_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ktxfbb8yJcg/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still not cooperating for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438381500651010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8K0NdHVgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/47ich4b9oE4/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele and Jessica with their vampire teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8KzZGsThI/AAAAAAAAAvA/12ZUXK0Ihf0/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438367447961106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8KzZGsThI/AAAAAAAAAvA/12ZUXK0Ihf0/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele and Daddy trick or treating. Honestly we didn't do a whole lot of trick or treating, more socializing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8KyIz5SHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/W7i8qMaiUuQ/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438345894283378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8KyIz5SHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/W7i8qMaiUuQ/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steele and his best friend Millie Kate at the Fall Festival! Are they cute or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7336706512178228645?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7336706512178228645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7336706512178228645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7336706512178228645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7336706512178228645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/monkey-on-parade.html' title='Monkey on Parade'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQ8KzKQ7FUI/AAAAAAAAAu4/U-ij8ZeE-bw/s72-c/Picture+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-4182334876208798176</id><published>2008-10-30T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:41:56.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything went great at the doctor on Monday and Baby Brooks #2 is a BOY!! Yayyyyyyy, I am super excited. Although I know deep down inside that I want a little girl someday, I knew and wanted this one to be a boy. I can just imagine he and Steele being best buddies and playing together. JP was a little disappointed, he said that he didn't know what he really wanted until he heard her say it was a boy, then his heart dropped. He has actually wanted a girl from before we wanted to start having babies. He is excited now though and says he has to find some more land to lease for hunting if we are gonna have 2 boys in the house. Steele on the other hand is anti-baby right now. Any time you ask him about his baby brother or baby at all he says "No!". I have a feeling that we are going to have some trouble from our attention loving only child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some stats from Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19 weeks and 3 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby weighs 11 ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heartbeat was 154 beats/min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my tummy measures 21 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all organs looked good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele said he was swimmin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a big weekend. We've already tried out the monkey costume last night at Fall Festival. We are going to Disney on Ice tonight with Gram and Co-Co going too. Then we will don the monkey costume again Friday night to go trick or treating. Will post pics later! Have a great weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-4182334876208798176?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4182334876208798176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=4182334876208798176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4182334876208798176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4182334876208798176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/its.html' title='It&apos;s a .......'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7506123977363588454</id><published>2008-10-24T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:42:50.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Brooks #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go to the doctor Monday morning at 9:00 for a sonogram to find out if the baby is a boy or a girl. I'm really excited. I'm not very much on patience when it comes to things like this. I want to have everything ready in March when the baby makes its arrival. I'm not even sure what I think it is but I will vote too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please vote to the right on what you think Baby Brooks #2 will be!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7506123977363588454?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7506123977363588454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7506123977363588454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7506123977363588454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7506123977363588454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-brooks-2.html' title='Baby Brooks #2'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8597419393555849732</id><published>2008-10-24T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:40:13.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marmie's Birthday and Scaaarryyy Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We went out to eat last week for Marmie's birthday and I took a few pictures of Steele with KK and Clare and Marmie. We had a great supper and a great time with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele and Marmie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQHPe5BNqiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/VTxv-RU7t7A/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260713969354385954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQHPe5BNqiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/VTxv-RU7t7A/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele and KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQHPemTVhWI/AAAAAAAAAtY/o7oryw94j3s/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260713964330124642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQHPemTVhWI/AAAAAAAAAtY/o7oryw94j3s/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele and Clare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQHPeQjxlUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Vd8DtGyYhOM/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260713958493492546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQHPeQjxlUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Vd8DtGyYhOM/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we carved Steele's first pumpkin. He wanted it to have a "scaarrryy" face so Daddy made it as scary as he could. Steele loved it. He helped clean it out and threw the seeds all over the carport. I don't know what the hands are for. Every time I would take a picture he put his hands up like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260713977182242082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQHPfWLhRSI/AAAAAAAAAto/UC-WWVlMOyQ/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260713985874237474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQHPf2j2mCI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LHHx2Na65Ns/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8597419393555849732?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8597419393555849732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8597419393555849732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8597419393555849732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8597419393555849732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/marmies-birthday-and-scaaarryyy.html' title='Marmie&apos;s Birthday and Scaaarryyy Pumpkins!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SQHPe5BNqiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/VTxv-RU7t7A/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3220884534254294343</id><published>2008-10-15T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:38:13.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYccKznhWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/nvYdhqfZiy4/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYccKznhWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/nvYdhqfZiy4/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYccf9Ej3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/sKovDBtvMIg/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYccf9Ej3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/sKovDBtvMIg/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYccjh-VqI/AAAAAAAAAso/wCtr1Bu-UJQ/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYccjh-VqI/AAAAAAAAAso/wCtr1Bu-UJQ/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYcc1Qj6hI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gZuGaBwvrQo/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYcc1Qj6hI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gZuGaBwvrQo/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3220884534254294343?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3220884534254294343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3220884534254294343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3220884534254294343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3220884534254294343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordless-wednesday-cont.html' title='Wordless Wednesday cont.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYccKznhWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/nvYdhqfZiy4/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3333022356651429518</id><published>2008-10-15T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:32:54.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYbNAHsEqI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2_SGqsDdXL4/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYbNAHsEqI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2_SGqsDdXL4/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYbNOJ_boI/AAAAAAAAAsA/yCDaVR-3lG8/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYbNOJ_boI/AAAAAAAAAsA/yCDaVR-3lG8/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYbNfSHpCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BkJNwkU8kRI/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYbNfSHpCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BkJNwkU8kRI/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYbNnRDjYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/uc9tbKaVV1Q/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYbNnRDjYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/uc9tbKaVV1Q/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3333022356651429518?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3333022356651429518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3333022356651429518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3333022356651429518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3333022356651429518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPYbNAHsEqI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2_SGqsDdXL4/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-9204031955776777872</id><published>2008-10-12T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:26:44.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Buffawo" Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the Buffawo Park, as Steele calls it on Saturday. Our main reason for going was to see the baby giraffe but we enjoyed all of it. Steele loves to sit in my lap while I'm on the computer. He was telling me about the pictures as I was editing them, so I think I will tell you in his words about our trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.tupelobuffalopark.com/"&gt;Tupelo Buffalo Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKwyNIy38I/AAAAAAAAAmo/Bqaue3ehuzQ/s1600-h/ridingthetrolley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256458091661287362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKwyNIy38I/AAAAAAAAAmo/Bqaue3ehuzQ/s320/ridingthetrolley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steele: "See the zebra, buffawo, camel."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256722434336932066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPOhM-V6wOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5zZfb79YrgE/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: It's like a big buffawo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKwyC3K83I/AAAAAAAAAmw/B90E8d_pdYM/s1600-h/steelewatchingforthebuffalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256458088903013234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKwyC3K83I/AAAAAAAAAmw/B90E8d_pdYM/s320/steelewatchingforthebuffalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steele: Standing on the fence seeing the buffawo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459756827782290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKyTIXbLJI/AAAAAAAAAn4/hdYPC56lj7c/s320/steelegettingclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Steele: walking in the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256723089067629602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPOhzFZ4XCI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QyUdrb6SsEQ/s320/lucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: Cow not get out of the way! Get out of the way Lucy! Momma, cows name Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKwyCk_qRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/b-uHuPTXV_o/s1600-h/steeleandthecamel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256458088826775826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKwyCk_qRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/b-uHuPTXV_o/s320/steeleandthecamel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steele: Camels name Joe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me: Tell me about Joe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: Joe bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459760824451730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKyTXQTgpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/us1govqDQ04/s320/babybuffalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele: baby buffawo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460966745193602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKzZjqNvII/AAAAAAAAApI/b3hvfcs2BN4/s320/steelelookingatthelion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele: This ones a lion. Lion stands up on the table. I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460114551376178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKyn8_YCTI/AAAAAAAAAog/20qgqGmCyKA/s320/familyofgiraffes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Steele: I see a baby g-raf , big g-raf, and momma g-raf. Momma, wait it's a momma g-raf here. Momma, wait Steele Brooks baby g-raf. Momma you a g-raf?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me: Am I a g-raf?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: uh-huh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele (as he goes in the living room): Daddy, you a g-raf?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: Daddy, you the big g-raf in the piture on the puter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460966621478738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKzZjMt_1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/zP94RUB4XZ4/s320/tallboyeatingfromsteeleshand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele: G-raf eat out of Steele Brooks hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460971933156994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKzZ2_HxoI/AAAAAAAAApY/mdw1toAHpTE/s320/yucky.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: Yucky! Yucky hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me: Why was it yucky?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: It was yucky hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me: Why was it yucky?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: Not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459763525717682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKyThUVjrI/AAAAAAAAAoY/f4QPlbInQyA/s320/Opey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256719970116550226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPOe9iZ_vlI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/wv97bjGsC0Y/s320/Steele+in+the+fort1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: Steele Brooks eat wafers in the Buffawo Park. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me: Were you playing in the fort?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele: Surely does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(This is Steele's signature saying, he says it anytime you ask him anything, Sure does.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-9204031955776777872?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9204031955776777872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=9204031955776777872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9204031955776777872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9204031955776777872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/buffawo-park.html' title='The &quot;Buffawo&quot; Park'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SPKwyNIy38I/AAAAAAAAAmo/Bqaue3ehuzQ/s72-c/ridingthetrolley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5223823923272022643</id><published>2008-10-05T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:12:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it was a little hot to be searching for a pumpkin Saturday afternoon, but we had a good time. I like to think that since this is the second year we've gone that it will be a tradition. I get real excited about starting traditions and next year we will have an addition to our tradition. Mom and I took Steele to &lt;a href="http://www.pumpkinpatchfarms.com/"&gt;Pumpkin Patch Farms &lt;/a&gt;in Blue Mountain. We had a great time even though it was a little warm. We wanted to go ahead and go because October gets kind of busy. We are going to see Brooks and Drew play football in Van Buren on the 17th and spend the weekend with them. And, of course we will be getting ready to ship puppies again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253789990548605650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk2KR8nCtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/SqhGTeK0AuU/s400/pumpkinpatch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Steele loved the bouncy barn and the inflatable slide. He kept saying "It was fun Momma, It was fun Gwam (Gram)." He didn't want to get out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253791549198126306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk3lAXnTOI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F4NgLf0cJKQ/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253791554605459186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk3lUg0pvI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dGvJiO9EvwQ/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He loved doing flips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loved feeding the goats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253792280655926706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk4PlQvlbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/_fwZSTLWVhQ/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253792290958952290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk4QLpLR2I/AAAAAAAAAlU/JEVj6bGnLLI/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, it was finally time to go to the pumpkin patch. We rode the hayride and he wasn't to sure about all the strange people on there with us. Then when we got out of the wagon, he took off running screaming "It's the punkins, punkins." It was so cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253794523104645922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk6SHCLkyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/TGFl_MY5xRA/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nope, this one's too heavy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253794526710960658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk6SUd_khI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UOeW3Avr0BI/s320/tooheavy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one is just right. He picked a green one last year too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253794532721156130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk6Sq274CI/AAAAAAAAAls/MyI--1nIqsk/s320/justright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my sweet boy! How can I resist that face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253794534566863794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk6Sxu_I7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/O4diLaf_-iE/s320/mysweetboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time at the pumpkin patch! Thanks Gram for taking us again this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253794537010728898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk6S61pj8I/AAAAAAAAAl8/S-Vd_GQts-g/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5223823923272022643?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5223823923272022643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5223823923272022643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5223823923272022643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5223823923272022643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch-2008.html' title='Pumpkin Patch 2008'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOk2KR8nCtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/SqhGTeK0AuU/s72-c/pumpkinpatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-667736762688282318</id><published>2008-10-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:35:00.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I just like CoCo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These were Steele's thoughts Saturday as we went to Colton's baseball games. Steele loved every minute of it. He loved watching Colton play and loved it more when the game was over so he could play with CoCo. One time we were throwing the ball, Steele had his glove on, and he said "I just like CoCo." He was so proud that he had a glove like Colton and he was playing ball. Colton pitched for a little while Saturday and did great. We love going to watch him play when we can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252611174946673362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOUGCLnxktI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6SCwcGt7akA/s400/coltonandsteele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-667736762688282318?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/667736762688282318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=667736762688282318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/667736762688282318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/667736762688282318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-like-coco.html' title='&quot;I just like CoCo&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOUGCLnxktI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6SCwcGt7akA/s72-c/coltonandsteele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-2233329831732381670</id><published>2008-10-02T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:01:58.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's finally here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOT9y1hShhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/8MMr4DjyhcM/s1600-h/Opening+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252602115222832658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOT9y1hShhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/8MMr4DjyhcM/s400/Opening+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deer season that is! Bow season opened Wednesday and our house hasn't been the same. We have ate, slept, and breathed the anticipation of this day for months. This is all John Paul watches, discusses, and focuses on for months at a time. I also love deer hunting but mostly just because it's peaceful and I love to watch God's creation wake up early in the morning. Now, you know I'm not a morning person, but when gun season rolls around, I will be found many a mornings before daylight in a stand somewhere in the back. I really do love it, but not like my husband. He honestly lives for deer season. Obviously his work and passion payed off Wednesday morning. He shot an 8 point in full velvet at about 8 o'clock. It was gorgeous to me, I've never seen a buck in full velvet. Steele thought it was the best thing ever. He was all decked out in his new Carhartt pants, his new boots, and his camo cap and coat. He was ready to go track that deer. He followed right behind Daddy and Pop as they looked for blood and the deer. He thought he was really doing something. I can tell it's in his blood, he's going to be a deer hunter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-2233329831732381670?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2233329831732381670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=2233329831732381670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/2233329831732381670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/2233329831732381670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-its-finally-here.html' title='Well, it&apos;s finally here!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SOT9y1hShhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/8MMr4DjyhcM/s72-c/Opening+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7253263691440796545</id><published>2008-09-19T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:29:51.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, Baby Check-Up, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we're kind of slowing down from a busy few weeks. Most of the puppies have gone to their new homes, yay! But we have a new litter of 10 that are 2 weeks old, it's neverending around here.Our doctor's appointment on the 2nd went great. We had a sonogram, I tried to load the pics but to no avail. Baby Brooks #2 was moving like crazy and everything looked and sounded really good. Steele went and was very confused by us telling him that he was looking at a picture of the baby on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week we finally go to take a family vacation. We went to Fort Morgan, AL and had a great time even though the wind and waves were bad a couple of days. Steele absolutely loved the beach. I wasn't sure if he would like the sand or the ocean, but he did. He loved the big water and wanted to go back in as soon as he came out. He even told me Monday that he wanted to go back to the beach and see the big waves. Here are a few pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247921622073943394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SNRc6RzPJWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/g03bbLoaRtA/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247921629437859826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SNRc6tO7l_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/l3YmGsgXYf0/s320/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247921632367707506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SNRc64JdhXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ihbb1BvGsiw/s320/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247921633539312770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SNRc68gyzII/AAAAAAAAAXw/Ke2MHCAHqjQ/s320/Picture+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is just a cute collage of some cute pics that I took out in the yard the other day, I can't resist posting them because I think they turned out so good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247924738345328914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SNRfvq0O4RI/AAAAAAAAAX4/SpWxG1IafHQ/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7253263691440796545?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7253263691440796545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7253263691440796545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7253263691440796545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7253263691440796545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation-baby-check-up-etc.html' title='Vacation, Baby Check-Up, etc.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SNRc6RzPJWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/g03bbLoaRtA/s72-c/Picture+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7353439811556156513</id><published>2008-08-27T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:22:02.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, bye August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;August has really flown by to me. Maybe it's the 20 puppies and the 2 year old that have made it seem that way or maybe just waiting on the next doctors appointment to hear the babys heartbeat and get to see it on the sonogram. I don't know, but it's almost gone. Steele has really taken an interest in letters and numbers this week. He has found a new favorite show, it's "Super Why" on PBS. We have to record it on DVR because he wants to watch it constantly. He is all day long asking me "Momma, what is it?" pointing to a letter or number on one of his books. He is so funny. If he thinks he knows what it is, he says it and then if you tell him different, he says "Ohhh, ok". He is such a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am totally excited about this weekend. John Paul and I are headed to Nashville for the PBR Bull Riding. We watch it all the time on TV and have been wanting to go for several years now. We really need a break for just the two of us too. I think it is going to be a great weekend, even though I have to go to the Bass Pro Shop on Saturday. I hope to get some shopping of my own in too. We haven't been away from Steele for more than a day in a while, but I'm sure he will make it better than we will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239232652613673330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLV-VsKqYXI/AAAAAAAAASA/Gmdd5BVqWB4/s320/PBR_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLV8D5nomHI/AAAAAAAAARo/sQ_9_rGyYaQ/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239230147963951218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLV8D5nomHI/AAAAAAAAARo/sQ_9_rGyYaQ/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLV8EIpUeaI/AAAAAAAAARw/9PRoUNjdB_0/s1600-h/jasonsayswhoopwhoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239230151997553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLV8EIpUeaI/AAAAAAAAARw/9PRoUNjdB_0/s320/jasonsayswhoopwhoop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason says "Whoop, whoop"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLV8EQ16RBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/J5-yGYWbMbU/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239230154197845010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLV8EQ16RBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/J5-yGYWbMbU/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how I have found Steele numerous times in the last few weeks. He doesn't ask me to get him anything anymore, he just climbs up and gets it himself. This was a cake that I made and it ended up with small finger holes across the entire thing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7353439811556156513?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7353439811556156513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7353439811556156513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7353439811556156513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7353439811556156513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye-bye-august.html' title='Bye, bye August'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLV-VsKqYXI/AAAAAAAAASA/Gmdd5BVqWB4/s72-c/PBR_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8343675551136386917</id><published>2008-08-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:06:15.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLMlhH0eZ9I/AAAAAAAAARc/Op0Uh9sLwvw/s1600-h/newjersey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238572042527074258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLMlhH0eZ9I/AAAAAAAAARc/Op0Uh9sLwvw/s320/newjersey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele just wanted to give a quick THANK YOU shout out to Mrs. Mary Elizabeth who brought him this sweet Atlanta Braves jersey. She was in town for the furniture market and is one of Gram's sales people who she talks to a lot. It was so very sweet of her to think of Steele and bring him this awesome jersey. He loves it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8343675551136386917?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8343675551136386917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8343675551136386917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8343675551136386917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8343675551136386917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/08/shout-out.html' title='Shout out!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SLMlhH0eZ9I/AAAAAAAAARc/Op0Uh9sLwvw/s72-c/newjersey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-107388440926499885</id><published>2008-08-14T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:30:22.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a cute pic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SKTKevX3Z-I/AAAAAAAAARM/TpoV52mhSws/s1600-h/familypic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234531296372811746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SKTKevX3Z-I/AAAAAAAAARM/TpoV52mhSws/s320/familypic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just thought this was another cute family pic we took today when we were riding on the Kubota. My son is already catching on to deer hunting. I mean I knew it was coming, but I never expected it to be this early on. The other day John Paul said "Come on Steele, let's go take pictures." He meant of the puppies, but Steele's response was "deer camera?". I about fell off the couch. He loves to ride the Kubota and look for deer, but the ride usually ends up like the 2nd picture. Since he was little, all you had to do when he is tired is take him for a ride on the Kubota and he will be konked out before you get back to the house. He really is ready for deer season I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234531293927661202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SKTKemQ5XpI/AAAAAAAAARU/KjtYiVDE9AI/s320/neverfails" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-107388440926499885?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/107388440926499885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=107388440926499885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/107388440926499885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/107388440926499885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-cute-pic.html' title='Just a cute pic!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SKTKevX3Z-I/AAAAAAAAARM/TpoV52mhSws/s72-c/familypic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-9202699463426830107</id><published>2008-08-14T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:09:57.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out Steele's shirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SKTFa7qBQ1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PNUR_d_JAy0/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234525733392565074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SKTFa7qBQ1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PNUR_d_JAy0/s400/Copy+of+Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell, he is excited as well as his two aunts. We all are excited that Steele is going to be a big brother. He tells everyone we're having a baby. It is so cute how he says it. We just found out last week and didn't waste any time telling the family. It all happened really fast. I didn't feel good all weekend two weekends ago. Then I went to the doctor and just by chance asked to do a pregnancy test and it was positive. We told JP's family that night at dinner because it was Bub and Deloris's 30th anniversary. I wish I would have caught Clare's reaction on video tape, she almost fell backwards out of her chair when she finally saw his shirt. It was hilarious. Then we told my mom and Aunt Debbie. Then we called close friends and other family and Steele told them over the phone. I told Lindsey to put in on speaker phone Steele had something to tell her and to make sure her mom could hear. She said "Why is Steele gonna do something cute?" She had no idea. I am only about 7 weeks so I will be due at the end of March or beginning of April:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234529209115715218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SKTIlPu_ppI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/huzcPRqnJFw/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Momma, Steele, and Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234529209809854482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SKTIlSUfYBI/AAAAAAAAARE/ye-C_ziXEC4/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pop, Steele, and Marmie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-9202699463426830107?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9202699463426830107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=9202699463426830107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9202699463426830107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/9202699463426830107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-out-steeles-shirt.html' title='Check out Steele&apos;s shirt!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SKTFa7qBQ1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PNUR_d_JAy0/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-4032959484683602153</id><published>2008-08-03T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:54:49.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooks Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/L/storage/site1/files/52/38/92/523892_8165471b2e5984klizod53.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxNzc4MjQ2MTg*MiZwdD*xMjE3NzgyNDc5MjMzJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-4032959484683602153?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4032959484683602153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=4032959484683602153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4032959484683602153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4032959484683602153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/08/brooks-look-alike-meter.html' title='Brooks Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-2252703485225160242</id><published>2008-07-30T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:11:04.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Night Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d5c674c208334f07" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5c674c208334f07%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329943160%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D598D7DF863DCC4DCA8B25AC4D7ED23306D9C9247.3BDBB52505DF05E4D47DDB564713E2F40B28B345%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5c674c208334f07%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjH4hN7k5plHPjB1szIlgtRQlyQY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5c674c208334f07%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329943160%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D598D7DF863DCC4DCA8B25AC4D7ED23306D9C9247.3BDBB52505DF05E4D47DDB564713E2F40B28B345%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5c674c208334f07%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjH4hN7k5plHPjB1szIlgtRQlyQY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a video that I have been meaning to post for a while. One day I was sitting at the computer and Steele came in with a stuffed dog. He was humming and I asked him what he was doing. He said puppy go night night. Then he started howling like this. He was singing the puppies night night by howling. He had been watching too much Lady and the Tramp and 101 Dalmations, I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-2252703485225160242?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d5c674c208334f07&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2252703485225160242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=2252703485225160242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/2252703485225160242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/2252703485225160242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-night-puppies.html' title='Night Night Puppies'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3990347719453187223</id><published>2008-07-30T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:22:06.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SJDmR8Pd7nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aB2uCiChTBE/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228932363280313970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SJDmR8Pd7nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aB2uCiChTBE/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weekends ago, we went to visit our cousins in Arkansas and on Saturday we took Steele to the Oklahoma Aquarium. He was so excited and all he could talk about was seeing the sharks. I got a few cute pictures. We had a really good weekend at their house and even picked up  a new puppy on the way home. Thanks for letting us stay Kevin and Vicki. He also went to play in the fountain in Tupelo at Fairpark with a friends neice. He absolutely loved it. He didn't want to go home. He has really developed a personality in the last few weeks. I think we are finally getting out of the clingy stage and on to going anywhere and doing anything. He loves to give squeezes and kisses. He is also repeating everything we say so you have to be careful.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228932350327759474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SJDmRL_VonI/AAAAAAAAAQE/R21QslcTwbE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228932355249146130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SJDmReUsCRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VrFOiKzo-vw/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228932358026481106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SJDmRoq2zdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/yyKrdiAVAfY/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228932365585167874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SJDmSE0_NgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/dNpLENe9l30/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He loved feeding the turtles at the aquarium and I love the picture above this where his tongue is sticking out. It is hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the pictures from playing in the fountain. He always tried to "get it" and put his hand in the water. He also loved running under the arches or through them when they got lower. He and Josie jumped on his bed and had a great time playing in his room. The middle picture is his monkey face which he does all the time. He is going to be goofy just like his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228935145407959682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SJDoz4eY0oI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xFvC1PZsg6w/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3990347719453187223?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3990347719453187223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3990347719453187223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3990347719453187223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3990347719453187223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/07/sharks.html' title='Sharks!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SJDmR8Pd7nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aB2uCiChTBE/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-51924662004692971</id><published>2008-07-11T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:41:53.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd94NhNj-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/muczA74Bo9A/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221780697614487522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd94NhNj-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/muczA74Bo9A/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are just some fun pictures of what we've also been doing this summer. Steele loves the swimming pool, can't get him out of it. He loves to jump off the side and doesn't want you to touch him when he's in the water. He thinks he is a fish. He can swim all over the pool as long as he has floaties on. He has some new faces, monkey face, he loves to dance and sing and act silly like his daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, my best friend in the world, Jessica had a birthday on July 6th. We havebeen friends since we were little. We grew up right across the road from each other. We got especially close in high school and college. She is the person I tell pretty much everything too and same with her to me. Even though sometimes we may not want to know, ha, ha! She is crazy and loud and has the strangest laugh I've ever heard. But I love it and I love her. I am so grateful for her friendship!We had a great dinner that her dad cooked and some fun stories. I hope you had a great birthday Jess. I love you lots!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221782069199324786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd_IDEhRnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/IyQ7SafPQaM/s320/jessicaandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-51924662004692971?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/51924662004692971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=51924662004692971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/51924662004692971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/51924662004692971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd94NhNj-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/muczA74Bo9A/s72-c/collage7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-6518399888014892724</id><published>2008-07-11T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:30:42.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; We are finally moved in the house and have our internet back. I have been missing the blogging world without my internet. We love the house, finally getting settled and almost everything up and looking homey. We have so much more room and Steele loves his new big bedroom. I don't have pictures of it yet, we still have to put his bed up and the cornice boards. My wonderful mother-in-law is making all my curtains. She is doing a great job! My wonderful mother has helped us so much and I don't know what I would have done without her. She has been out here almost every night for several months helping me paint and everything else. Really, we couldn't have moved in here without her. I love the house and here are some pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the front door. Look at those floors, didn't they turn out great. My awesome husband did all of the work on the floors and he is so proud of them. He's even mopped them a time or two! The front door is beautiful. It has beveled glass in all three window panes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221774025481645298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd3z14x7PI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sZYDUvB1tKY/s320/frontdoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the foyer and the door going to Steele's room. There is a large room when you walk in the front door so we split it up into a foyer and living room. I even have a plant that Deloris bought me. Maybe I can keep it alive:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221774024549080722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd3zyacHpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yB0lvWMzceg/s320/foyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is our entertainment center. I really like the old windows which I bought for really cheap and did nothing to them and think they look great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221774029668534722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd30FfAycI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GgFiMtQAaVs/s320/entertainmentcenterarea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the living room. One of my favorite things about this house is that big brick hearth. It was hard to find paint to go with it, but I love the brick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221774030495804866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd30IkP7cI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KehylYeij0E/s320/living+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is John Paul's office/deer room. He is an avid hunter as you can tell and loves to display his trophies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775945320725970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd5jl2FfdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/g6bhzXS3UfI/s320/jpinoffice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221774032705618226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd30QzHATI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pLLMim0qQdI/s320/office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my green kitchen. I love the colors in here. All of my paint came from Sherwin Williams and I love all of it, but the green is one of my favorites. We painted all the cabinets and put the ceiling fan in here, got new countertops and a new sink. Everything else was already in the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775946061124434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd5jomnE1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/nf-vdYro_Fk/s320/kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775951282218082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd5j8DapGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JO63fgKdzd4/s320/kitchen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This next picture is our bedroom. I really wanted chocolate walls and everyone kept telling me it would be to dark, but it turned out wonderful. The windows give lots of light so it's not dark at all. I got my bedspread at Ashley Home Store and loved it the minute I saw it. It fits perfectly.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775951332812386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd5j8PepmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OMjrDVGYK0A/s320/mybedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Steele sleeping in his big boy bed. He still doesn't sleep all night but he loves to lay on it and watch his movies. I will post some pictures of his room later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775953689332626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd5kFBUS5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/-gxWbi3SM7I/s320/sleepinginhisbigboybed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-6518399888014892724?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6518399888014892724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=6518399888014892724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/6518399888014892724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/6518399888014892724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SHd3z14x7PI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sZYDUvB1tKY/s72-c/frontdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-6052520895281330880</id><published>2008-06-30T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:11:41.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving... across the yard</title><content type='html'>Well, we are finally moving into the old/new house! We have got most of the furniture and stuff in there today. I am sooo excited. It is definitely a little hard just moving stuff across the yard. You would think it would be pretty easy, but it's a little frustrating. I feel like it is taking forever. Anyways, I will be without internet for who knows how long because we are having to have WildBlue come and put a new satellite at the new house. I will be back shortly with pictures of the house though hopefully. I hope everyone has a great Fourth of July!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-6052520895281330880?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6052520895281330880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=6052520895281330880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/6052520895281330880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/6052520895281330880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-across-yard.html' title='Moving... across the yard'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7031805826993316178</id><published>2008-06-24T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T06:13:35.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Pics, Take 3 (please work)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SGDy5FYD4LI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2idbG3pAq5s/s1600-h/steele%27s_first_circus_Page_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215435431004594354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SGDy5FYD4LI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2idbG3pAq5s/s320/steele%27s_first_circus_Page_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SGDy5bf18dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lnkE8mh4Ksg/s1600-h/steele%27s_first_circus_Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215435436942815698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SGDy5bf18dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lnkE8mh4Ksg/s320/steele%27s_first_circus_Page_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7031805826993316178?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7031805826993316178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7031805826993316178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7031805826993316178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7031805826993316178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/circus-pics-take-3-please-work.html' title='Circus Pics, Take 3 (please work)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SGDy5FYD4LI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2idbG3pAq5s/s72-c/steele%27s_first_circus_Page_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-4331165581680207891</id><published>2008-06-24T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T06:07:27.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circus'/><title type='text'>Whew, Another Week</title><content type='html'>Last week we had VBS. We had a good week. Steele loved Bible School. Every morning he would talk about Bible School and he was already ready to go. We had it at night this year and I think that made the week seem really, really long. I was the Craft person, so I pretty much had an easy week. I had lots of wonderful help and we made it through with no problems. Steele wants to go back, yesterday I said we were going to town and he said "Bible school".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215433133169605522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SGDwzVRge5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/48x6jCM6DTg/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*He loved the coke floats for snack, these last 2 pics on bottom. He was screaming ice cream. He also loved visiting with Ella Frances, the little cutie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great weekend. We had company Vicki, Kevin, and the boys were here. Steele was not sure about all the commotion at our house with 4 teenage boys plus his daddy acting crazy. We enjoyed our visit with them and hope to go and visit them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday, Gram took us to the circus in Tupelo. It was good. Steele was in awe from the minute we walked in to the arena. His favorites were the elephants and the white tigers. He also of course ate popcorn and played with his cars a little. We had a great time at the circus, THANKS GRAM!!&lt;/p&gt;*I'm trying to load some cute scrapblog pages I did from the circus. Maybe they will work this time:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-4331165581680207891?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4331165581680207891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=4331165581680207891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4331165581680207891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/4331165581680207891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/steele.html' title='Whew, Another Week'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SGDwzVRge5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/48x6jCM6DTg/s72-c/collage6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8867293123142659571</id><published>2008-06-11T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:46:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs, fishing, and fun with CoCo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Colton stayed with us one night this week and Steele loves it when he spends the night and plays with him. They swam and played on the swingset and then Colton found a frog. Steele did not know what to think about the frog. He has seen frogs but never actually seen someone catch one. He was squealing and laughing, it was hilarious. Colton was actually screaming and squealing too every time it would jump. I tried to get a video but my camera was dying. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We also went fishing, which Steele didn't care for too much at the time. He was hot and of course had to go to the bathroom right when we got there&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Colton caught one fish and Steele would hardly even look at it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210632472604917010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SE_ioHC7PRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MAn6NrOLa90/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210632486926881218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SE_io8ZjEcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nxnlcNXgKXQ/s320/cocosfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8867293123142659571?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8867293123142659571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8867293123142659571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8867293123142659571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8867293123142659571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/frogs-fishing-and-fun-with-coco.html' title='Frogs, fishing, and fun with CoCo'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SE_ioHC7PRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MAn6NrOLa90/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8770568958823217214</id><published>2008-06-07T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:10:13.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years...I can't believe it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEqWp3mKsiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L0Vl-MuGnHk/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209141565050237474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEqWp3mKsiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L0Vl-MuGnHk/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is our 5th anniversary. I can't believe it has been 5 years since the day we got married. We have been together almost 10 years. Wow, it really doesn't feel like that long. I just wanted to tell JP Happy Anniversary, even though I'm sure he doesn't even read this thing. He is working like a busy bee. He has been in the field all week and will probably be in it all next week. Which is great for us, that's why I can stay home with Steele. JP is a great guy, I love him so much. He is hilarious, for those of you who really know him, know that. He is quiet if he doesn't know you and he just says stupid off the wall things that make me crack up all the time. He is an absolute wonderful father to Steele, who is going to act just like him I'm afraid. Steele really misses his Daddy when he's working. I'm so happy to have spent five years with him already and are looking forward to many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8770568958823217214?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8770568958823217214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8770568958823217214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8770568958823217214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8770568958823217214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-yearsi-cant-believe-it.html' title='5 years...I can&apos;t believe it!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEqWp3mKsiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L0Vl-MuGnHk/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-6494506388285266072</id><published>2008-06-06T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:30:25.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, Swingsets,Swimming Pools...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here are some pics of Steele that I have been playing around with on Picasa, it's a free downloadable site where you can organize, edit, and post your pictures. These are some I took of Steele playing on his new swingset that his wonderful Gram bought him for his birthday. He loves to make the cars slide down the slide of course and he loves climbing up the wall and the slide. He thinks he is a big boy wearing Daddy's hat. He is very adventurous and this scares me at times. He is not scared to hang off things, climb whatever, and just walk off the steps of the swimming pool. I'm a little nervous about the coming years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEjhMiut1BI/AAAAAAAAAM4/b0pxMEIHSnE/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEjhMiut1BI/AAAAAAAAAM4/b0pxMEIHSnE/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here are a few pics from him swimming in his new giraffe pool. He loves the slide and says "ready, set, go" everytime he goes down. He played in it most of the day on Tuesday and didn't want to get out for me to clean it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208666828123788370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEjm4iut1FI/AAAAAAAAANY/Oj2H9Atf0vg/s320/swimmin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208666832418755682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEjm4yut1GI/AAAAAAAAANg/5xZjXx9bjJA/s320/eatinggoldfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eating goldfish in the pool and then letting them "swim".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208666832418755698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEjm4yut1HI/AAAAAAAAANo/SclcFBr1s_4/s320/lettingthefishswim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-6494506388285266072?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6494506388285266072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=6494506388285266072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/6494506388285266072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/6494506388285266072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Summer, Swingsets,Swimming Pools...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEjhMiut1BI/AAAAAAAAAM4/b0pxMEIHSnE/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3053695439786882147</id><published>2008-06-05T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:59:49.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirt'/><title type='text'>Diet Coke and Dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEje8yut0-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/a-mkaWHotpw/s1600-h/dirtyboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208658105045210082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEje8yut0-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/a-mkaWHotpw/s320/dirtyboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEje8yut0_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/vgxCWr8vsQQ/s1600-h/playininthedirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208658105045210098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEje8yut0_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/vgxCWr8vsQQ/s320/playininthedirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diet Coke and Dirt (lots of it), my son loves both of these things! Twice this week he has been extremely covered with red dirt. He is all boy and he loves to get dirty! We are currently working on a new dog kennel and Steele loves to play in the red dirt around it. He totally covers himself with red dirt when he chooses to play in it. I mean even his hair has a red tint to it when he gets done. He is such a mess, but I love laughing at him. He has just started asking for "coke" when someone else is drinking it. He still loves his juice, but he also likes coke a lot. I don't know if these clothes will come clean or not, but I guess I better go try:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208658109340177410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEje9Cut1AI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_hy_pu0w9hk/s320/dirtanddietcoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208658100750242770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEje8iut09I/AAAAAAAAAMY/SmwdzCTieX8/s320/allboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3053695439786882147?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3053695439786882147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3053695439786882147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3053695439786882147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3053695439786882147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/diet-coke-and-dirt.html' title='Diet Coke and Dirt'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SEje8yut0-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/a-mkaWHotpw/s72-c/dirtyboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7431819898618582755</id><published>2008-06-01T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:49:31.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great job Steele!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, the little man did a great job in Jason and Carly's wedding Saturday. Not only did he look very, very handsome in his little tux. He walked all the way down the aisle following the flower girl with the pillow in one hand and four cars in the other (of course). He didn't make it through the whole ceremony, but what 2 year old could. I was very proud of him. He did growl at me a couple of times from the steps, told me no, and tried to pull some plastic up, but other than that it was all good. The wedding was beautiful as was Carly. I think John Paul and I were more nervous about the wedding than they were:) Of course, I took what pictures I could. Steele was really not in the picture taking mood. He did love his tux so much though that he wore it to church today. At least, I'm getting my money out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsLi263aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wQ_TMqedV38/s1600-h/freeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207124539761941922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsLi263aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wQ_TMqedV38/s320/freeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsLy263bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VA5LbsBpDmk/s1600-h/colorsandm%26ms..yeah"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207124544056909234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsLy263bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VA5LbsBpDmk/s320/colorsandm%26ms..yeah" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsLy263cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2SRZXkfzaBw/s1600-h/lookatthosecheeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207124544056909250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsLy263cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2SRZXkfzaBw/s320/lookatthosecheeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsMC263dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3YEsmDxQ1JE/s1600-h/lovethisone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207124548351876562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsMC263dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3YEsmDxQ1JE/s320/lovethisone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsMC263eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uwpzIu3dJ10/s1600-h/myhandsomeboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207124548351876578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsMC263eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uwpzIu3dJ10/s320/myhandsomeboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7431819898618582755?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7431819898618582755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7431819898618582755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7431819898618582755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7431819898618582755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-job-steele.html' title='Great job Steele!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SENsLi263aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wQ_TMqedV38/s72-c/freeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5798244217956009699</id><published>2008-05-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:44:23.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Little Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some news that I forgot to post over the week is that last weekend my sweet little man's face was bitten by a dog. While at a family cookout, Steele chose to try to steal a bone away from a dog. It was not one of our dogs and I was not there at the moment. Steele is very bad about just bothering dogs. He does it to our labs and they just let him do whatever he wants without moving. This dog, however, did not let Steele do as he wanted. He fought back and left bite marks on my baby's face. They are much better now, but this is what I arrived to on Saturday. I was horrified, but it could have been much worse. It sure didn't slow him down any!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205653934369856898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SD4yrC263YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3ETziwIJ1RI/s320/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205653951549726098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SD4ysC263ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6gka8WrMvh4/s320/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5798244217956009699?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5798244217956009699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5798244217956009699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5798244217956009699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5798244217956009699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sweet-little-smile.html' title='My Sweet Little Smile'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SD4yrC263YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3ETziwIJ1RI/s72-c/Picture+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5454167547828587664</id><published>2008-05-25T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:28:16.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On Saturday some good, good friends of our are getting married. I just wanted to congratulate Carly and Jason. They are such great people and I know they are going to be so happy together. John Paul and Steele are in the wedding. I'm getting nervous about the little man being the ring bearer. I just know he is either not going to go down the aisle or he is going to go wide open. He absolutely loves Jason and Carly. He goes around talking about Carly and Jas, Carly and Jas all the time. Now Jason has taught him to say Whoop, whoop! He might just do that in front of the whole church. Hopefully he won't though and I know they will have a beautiful wedding. These pictures are from their couples tool and outdoors shower. It was a fun time to celebrate Carly and Jason. We love ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SDo09C263XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4v6M0aVK4ww/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SDo09C263XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4v6M0aVK4ww/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5454167547828587664?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5454167547828587664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5454167547828587664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5454167547828587664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5454167547828587664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-festivities.html' title='Wedding Festivities'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SDo09C263XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4v6M0aVK4ww/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8627865558092468458</id><published>2008-05-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:45:45.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steele's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SDoyYS263WI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jxsvgseCDBI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SDoyYS263WI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jxsvgseCDBI/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Steele had his 2nd birthday on Monday. I can't believe he is 2 already. These are some pictures from his party. Of course, the theme was CARS. We had family and friends over for some hamburgers, hot dogs, and of course cake and ice cream. Marmie had his cake made and it was so cute. It was Lightning McQueen. He got so many presents we don't know what to do with all of them. My child has more cars than you can count and he knows the name of every single one. He loved opening presents, he would squeal and say Ooooo! He didn't want to eat or blow out the candles because he wanted to play with his new toys. We had a great afternoon and it was a wonderful way to celebrate Steele's 2nd birthday! Thanks to everyone who came!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8627865558092468458?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8627865558092468458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8627865558092468458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8627865558092468458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8627865558092468458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/steeles-birthday-party.html' title='Steele&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SDoyYS263WI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jxsvgseCDBI/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-896868412323236263</id><published>2008-05-14T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:45:04.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for the Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, Steele will be 2 on Monday so we are gearing up for the birthday party. Of course he wants a CARS birthday party. My child is obsessed with Cars, the movie and all of the cars in it. So we are about to head to Tupelo to get Cars birthday accessories. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200228360359885266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrsJEopudI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Y_3dyulH404/s200/mcqueen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Also, he has decided that he does not like naps at all. He hasn't taken a good one in about 3 days. He will only go to sleep during the day in the car. Oh, no!! Yesterday he was being really weird. He would play with all his toys and then make a pile of them on the couch. Then he just got up on the couch beside them and sat and watched TV. He is such a mess. He amazes me everyday at the words he knows. He is talking my ear off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqqkopuXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BGf-bnnspuo/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226736862247282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqqkopuXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BGf-bnnspuo/s200/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqq0opuYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FSdYGHprBNo/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226741157214594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqq0opuYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FSdYGHprBNo/s200/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqq0opuZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_3wiqV8NM0A/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226741157214610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqq0opuZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_3wiqV8NM0A/s200/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqrEopuaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eOe06xltedY/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226745452181922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqrEopuaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eOe06xltedY/s200/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqrUopubI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0_HymBtnkqM/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226749747149234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrqrUopubI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0_HymBtnkqM/s200/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrrdkopucI/AAAAAAAAAFc/A5G0ocHTXZQ/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200227613035575746" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="152" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrrdkopucI/AAAAAAAAAFc/A5G0ocHTXZQ/s200/Picture+009.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Mother's Day. We went to church and then had steaks at Bub and Deloris's, they were wonderful. My mom and Nanny came and ate with us also. It was a great afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night the cousins are coming to town. We are excited to see Brooks, Drew, Landon, Vicki, and Kevin. We wish they lived closer. Can't wait to see ya'll on Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-896868412323236263?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/896868412323236263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=896868412323236263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/896868412323236263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/896868412323236263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-ready-for-weekend.html' title='Getting Ready for the Weekend'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SCrsJEopudI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Y_3dyulH404/s72-c/mcqueen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-8463239032361762638</id><published>2008-05-05T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:07:39.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, It's Monday again...</title><content type='html'>Well, it was a busy weekend for me. Friday night I went to Memphis for a friend's bachelorette party, Carly and Jason are getting married May 31. They are good, good friends of ours and Steele and JP are both in the wedding. John Paul and I are quite nervous about Steele being in the wedding. He seems to have a mind of his own most of the time and doing what everyone else wants him to is usually not in his plans so we'll see if he walks down the aisle of the church or not. We had a great time in Memphis celebrating Carly's last weekend with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Steele and I went to Pazli's 1st birthday party. Pazli is my neice and she is the cutest little thing. She was so good and loved all the birthday festivities. Steele loved it too and if my sister didn't cut the cake, I thought he was going to pull it off the table. All he said the whole time was cake, cake. It was fun celebrating Pazli's first birthday with her and the fam on Saturday. After the party we came home and met some people who came to pick out a puppy, painted at the house a little bit (it's coming along great!), and played outside for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pazli eating her cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137701015542274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SB_xNBXSWgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-0Ta1ZdRr1M/s320/pazlieatinghercake.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137701015542258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="296" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SB_xNBXSWfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wMX45jcfdeE/s320/pazliturnsone.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;Steele trying to hit the horse pinata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137705310509586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SB_xNRXSWhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sxHN6gIP5gM/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pazli riding her new tractor and Steele getting in her way!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137705310509602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SB_xNRXSWiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YcaOfjGkZXw/s320/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a normal day I guess, church and then lunch at Nanny's house. Uncle Mark and Leona were home so everyone was there. It was good to see Leona, she hasn't been feeling well lately. Colton came home and spent the afternoon with us. Steele thinks CoCo hung the moon. He cried, cried when Colton had to go home. It was a great Sunday afternoon, gorgeous day outside. Then one of the dogs decided to have puppies, so I got only about 3 hours of sleep. So now we have 7 new puppies and one tired me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steele and Colton playing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197141184234019394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SB_0XxXSWkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l7KcYZWG7XQ/s320/Picture+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137709605476914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SB_xNhXSWjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XP_aTy8zsgQ/s320/Picture+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Steele and the puppy were very interested in Aunt Clare's worm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-8463239032361762638?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8463239032361762638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=8463239032361762638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8463239032361762638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/8463239032361762638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/whew-its-monday-again.html' title='Whew, It&apos;s Monday again...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SB_xNBXSWgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-0Ta1ZdRr1M/s72-c/pazlieatinghercake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-3214422182299785163</id><published>2008-04-28T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:49:45.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting, painting, painting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBa2qhXSWcI/AAAAAAAAADk/wwVGNg-fbRU/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194540061845248450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBa2qhXSWcI/AAAAAAAAADk/wwVGNg-fbRU/s320/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBa2qxXSWdI/AAAAAAAAADs/XYrNdQ4g1e4/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194540066140215762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBa2qxXSWdI/AAAAAAAAADs/XYrNdQ4g1e4/s320/Picture+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBa2qxXSWeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kcwcvy4gZvQ/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194540066140215778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBa2qxXSWeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kcwcvy4gZvQ/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel as if that is all I have done since we started remodeling. I guess I didn't realize how much work this was going to take. Floors are supposed to be put down and others refinished this week, I'm so excited. We are not too far away from moving in hopefully. Pretty boring week as far as everything else goes. We just played with puppies and played outside. Steele is talking up a storm! Yesterday was my sis's birthday. We ate crawfish Sunday night, they were great! I love crawfish. I hope you had a great birthday Casi! Pazli and Steele's are coming up. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-3214422182299785163?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3214422182299785163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=3214422182299785163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3214422182299785163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/3214422182299785163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/painting-painting-painting.html' title='Painting, painting, painting!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBa2qhXSWcI/AAAAAAAAADk/wwVGNg-fbRU/s72-c/Picture+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-312766033808299053</id><published>2008-04-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:54:39.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions, Tigers, and Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAzvLrC1jUI/AAAAAAAAACE/KJZ3E50kTF8/s1600-h/myboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191787454263561538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAzvLrC1jUI/AAAAAAAAACE/KJZ3E50kTF8/s320/myboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAzvL7C1jVI/AAAAAAAAACM/tJkqMWYj-vM/s1600-h/playinginthewater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191787458558528850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAzvL7C1jVI/AAAAAAAAACM/tJkqMWYj-vM/s320/playinginthewater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAzvMLC1jWI/AAAAAAAAACU/ruCV_Wqmgkk/s1600-h/roaringlikealion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191787462853496162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAzvMLC1jWI/AAAAAAAAACU/ruCV_Wqmgkk/s320/roaringlikealion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Steele roaring like a lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was a great day. The weather was awesome so about 10:00 we decided to take Steele to the zoo. We were sitting around Sat. morning playing with Steele, talking about different animals ( he loves animals and the sounds they make!) and we up and decided to take him to the Memphis Zoo. It was a great trip despite getting lost and almost running out of gas. It was a gorgeous afternoon and a great day to be outside. Steele loved, loved, loved all the animals. He wanted to look at them again and again. His favorites were the polar bears, the rhinos, and the elephants. He loved the polar bears, we got to watch them swim right by us. It was pretty cool. I love to hear him say Rhinos. He said it pretty much all day. He is really starting to say everything we say. He said a lot of the animal names. He absolutely loved watching the animals. He also loved the water fountains. He didn't want to leave because he wanted to play in the water. It was a great weekend!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191785512938343666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAztarC1jPI/AAAAAAAAABc/ysJEmp36Kfk/s320/jpandsteele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele wanted to get in the pen with the elephants really bad!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191785517233310978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAzta7C1jQI/AAAAAAAAABk/iDJY22SPDtY/s320/steeletryingtogetinwiththeelephants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191785517233310994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAzta7C1jRI/AAAAAAAAABs/do02r3epGiA/s320/steelemakinghiselephantnoise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steele loves to make elephant noises and I of course think it is too cute&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191785521528278306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAztbLC1jSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lxto1L-6pQg/s320/steelewatchingthepolarbears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191785521528278322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAztbLC1jTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uunwWONaZFY/s320/daddyandsteelewatchingpb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The polar bears would swim right by you and he and his daddy loved watching them. He didn't want to leave this part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-312766033808299053?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/312766033808299053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=312766033808299053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/312766033808299053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/312766033808299053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/lions-tigers-and-bears.html' title='Lions, Tigers, and Bears'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAzvLrC1jUI/AAAAAAAAACE/KJZ3E50kTF8/s72-c/myboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-5352743867212585043</id><published>2008-04-18T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:14:51.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDICTED already!!</title><content type='html'>OK, so I just found this blog thing yesterday and I'm pretty much already addicted. I love catching up on people that I haven't seen in forever, but by reading your blogs I feel like I know your whole story. I love it. So of course everyone in the house is asleep and I'm on the internet. Today was a normal day, nothing got accomplished on the house, had to drive to Eupora to the vet, and Steele was pretty good. He's waking up right now :( This is a pic of some of the puppies we have at the moment.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190788501699796338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAlio-v_nXI/AAAAAAAAABU/r0Hz1kA_QeY/s200/snowflakesgirls4wksold08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-5352743867212585043?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5352743867212585043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=5352743867212585043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5352743867212585043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/5352743867212585043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/addicted-already.html' title='ADDICTED already!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAlio-v_nXI/AAAAAAAAABU/r0Hz1kA_QeY/s72-c/snowflakesgirls4wksold08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082014223350174868.post-7661546354633020384</id><published>2008-04-17T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:47:22.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is all new to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAgncuv_nTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KIpYZESUQiY/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190441945083649330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAgncuv_nTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KIpYZESUQiY/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAgnc-v_nUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yS57-aPIP2k/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190441949378616642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAgnc-v_nUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yS57-aPIP2k/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This blog thing is new to me, but it looked cool. It looks like a great way to keep up with people who I never get to see, but would love to. I am in the middle of huge project right now, remodeling John Paul's grandmother's house. It is about 90 years old and everything had to be repainted, restained, fixed, cleaned, etc., etc., etc. I am really, really excited about it but wish I could snap my fingers and it be done. I will post pictures when we get it finished, whenever that is. Here are some pictures of Steele. He is all BOY. You will see him frequently on here, because he is my life. I take tons and tons of pictures. He loves dogs, cars, bubbles, dirt, mudholes, playing outside, and juice. He keeps me on my toes all the time. I can't remember what I did before I had him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082014223350174868-7661546354633020384?l=ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7661546354633020384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6082014223350174868&amp;postID=7661546354633020384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7661546354633020384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082014223350174868/posts/default/7661546354633020384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleypbrooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-all-new-to-me.html' title='This is all new to me!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13398552076018371681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SBPzfRXSWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/57sLxtT7T28/S220/playinginthewater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHzzYtKmi4/SAgncuv_nTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KIpYZESUQiY/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
