<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 23:49:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Kimbrough's in St. Louis</title><description>Brian, Brandi, Maxwell and Mason</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-3240494218961240879</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-06T17:49:25.765-06:00</atom:updated><title>It's a First for Max</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/S0UefBFA3qI/AAAAAAAAAhA/u5A13vyxdQc/s1600-h/Max+lost+his+tooth+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423774844451872418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/S0UefBFA3qI/AAAAAAAAAhA/u5A13vyxdQc/s320/Max+lost+his+tooth+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On January 6, 2010 Maxwell lost his first tooth.  It has been hanging by a thread for about 4 days.  Max does not handle pain well, so every time I would try to get it out he would pull back.  So for days we have waited and waited.  That is until tonight.  It was driving me crazy, so I grabbed the back that was out and pulled it fast.  It came out without Max even knowing it.  To say the least Max was very excited.  He is just hoping this snow storm will not keep the tooth fairy away.&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/4235527624953875824-3240494218961240879?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-first-for-max.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/S0UefBFA3qI/AAAAAAAAAhA/u5A13vyxdQc/s72-c/Max+lost+his+tooth+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-6811391719942937084</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T11:13:28.813-06:00</atom:updated><title>Hopes for the New Year</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;I have never been one to make resolutions for the new year. If I want to make changes I usually do when I think of them. I have never understood the reason for waiting for the new year. After all, it is just a number. Anyway, I have found myself thinking about things this new year will bring to my family. We are starting this year off a little uncertain of our future. With Brian's teaching situation we are not able to really plan things out. Which is very difficult for me being the the planner in all. We are supposed to go to Disney World in July. We still have the condo and are tentatively planning on going. Our hope is that Brian will find a new school district to work for sooner rather than later. Anyway, here are some of my hopes/thoughts/goals  for the new year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;1. Brian finding employment with a stable school district.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;2. Family vacation to Disney World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;3. Peace and happiness within our home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;4. Good health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;5. Time with extended family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;6. Attend the temple more frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;7. Spending quality time with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;each&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the boys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;8. Read a variety of literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;9. Having more patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;10. Exercise on a regular basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;11. Become unselfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;12. Rely on faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;My hope is that my family will grow stronger this coming year. I believe every trial shapes who we are. I know that my prayers are heard and will be answered in the Lord's time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt; I guess the new year is a time to reflect on the past and look forward to the future. So my wish to everyone out there is,  Have a Great New Year!&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/4235527624953875824-6811391719942937084?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2010/01/hopes-for-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-9210412356656376310</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T15:06:36.581-06:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas 2009</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, Christmas has come and gone for 2009. This season was not exactly how I pictured it. We found out on December 7 that Wellston, the school district Brian works for, may not exist next year. The rumor was it could close as early as January 2010. There was a meeting held on December 14 that discussed the State' s (MO) plan for the school district. It was on that night we learned that at the end of 2009-2010 school year, Wellston would no longer exist. So that means Brian is looking for another PE teaching job. Not exactly the news you want to learn right before Christmas. However, the silver lining is the fact he will still have a job in January. So Brian will begin updating his resume and getting things in order and begin the search. To say the least we, Brian and me, have been up and down a lot this holiday season. We have tried to stay positive and enjoy the season. After all it is about the wonderful gift the Lord has given us in the birth of our Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On Christmas Eve we invited the Bluemel's over to enjoy our dinner of what I consider a traditional Christmas dinner. We had a nice dinner and then played the Wii and "Disney Scene it". When it was bed time the boys  opened their Christmas PJ's and one gift of their choice. We also watched "Joy To the World" and discussed again why we really celebrate Christmas. It was a nice evening all the way around until........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At 8:40pm the power went out. Brian and I still had several items to prepare for Christmas morning. All I can say is it was eventful trying to prepare by flashlights. The power eventually came back on at 2:40am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas day began at 7am. Yes, my children still sleep in on Christmas morning. The boys seemed excited by what Santa had brought and of course all the other wonderful gifts they received. After presents and baths we headed over to Brian's parents house and enjoyed a great meal, more presents, and the company of family members. It was a great Christmas day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SzkcKOoYE-I/AAAAAAAAAg4/-2idG9o0Bcs/s1600-h/Max+bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420394588568818658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SzkcKOoYE-I/AAAAAAAAAg4/-2idG9o0Bcs/s320/Max+bicycle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SzkViRPuwPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Q5_U936BfzE/s1600-h/Family+christmas+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420387305006219506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SzkViRPuwPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Q5_U936BfzE/s320/Family+christmas+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SzkViFNTFKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/F7hrLk3m_fs/s1600-h/boys+christmas+morning+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420387301774791842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SzkViFNTFKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/F7hrLk3m_fs/s320/boys+christmas+morning+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SzkVMVCqrCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/TI0fcqa2AJo/s1600-h/Mason+Tricyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420386928068045858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SzkVMVCqrCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/TI0fcqa2AJo/s320/Mason+Tricyle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235527624953875824-9210412356656376310?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SzkcKOoYE-I/AAAAAAAAAg4/-2idG9o0Bcs/s72-c/Max+bicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-1964684605197835241</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 17:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T12:11:49.055-06:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday Brian!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian celebrated his 38th Birthday on December 10. We celebrated his birthday by eating dinner at "Red Robbin" and then we came home for his pie and presents. I made him a chocolate pie because that is one of his favorites! Overall, I think he had a good birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know that I am very thankful for Brian's  birth. He has been a wonderful husband and father. I just hope that I am able to bring as much joy to his life as he brings into mine. I love you Brian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SyKH4Cb5OxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/cKv988GIEHQ/s1600-h/B+candles+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414039098849049362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SyKH4Cb5OxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/cKv988GIEHQ/s320/B+candles+38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I tried to make a 38 with the candles. (tried) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SyKHo7F0tLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XuLttia1t-g/s1600-h/B+resort+Wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414038839179392178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SyKHo7F0tLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XuLttia1t-g/s320/B+resort+Wii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just a few of  presents he received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SyKHQskS8xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/nmP98RHUEcE/s1600-h/B+mizzo+cameo+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414038422963811090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SyKHQskS8xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/nmP98RHUEcE/s320/B+mizzo+cameo+hat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4235527624953875824-1964684605197835241?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-brian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SyKH4Cb5OxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/cKv988GIEHQ/s72-c/B+candles+38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-2612068084369917886</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T10:19:00.864-06:00</atom:updated><title>Classic Christmas Photo's</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SxvWjvvMJvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rOovQrGjFz0/s1600-h/creches+and+carols+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412155286813943538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SxvWjvvMJvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rOovQrGjFz0/s320/creches+and+carols+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On Friday night we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attended&lt;/span&gt; the Creches and Carols.  It is a beautiful display of nativity scenes from around the world.  Max enjoys looking for baby Jesus in each of the scenes.    Max was really excited to dress up this year.  Mason on the other hand didn't want to wear anything and basically had to be cornered to stand by me to be in the picture.  Oh well, I think  the picture turned out good enough.  I enjoy attending this event because the spirit is strong and helps my family remember why we celebrate Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SxvWjW2h12I/AAAAAAAAAfA/rGsNnOUmP2U/s1600-h/santa+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412155280133838690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SxvWjW2h12I/AAAAAAAAAfA/rGsNnOUmP2U/s320/santa+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The other event this weekend was our Ward Christmas Party.  At the party Santa made an appearance and we were able to get another classic Santa picture.  Mason seems so excited about Santa this year.  He points him out everywhere we go and says "Ho Ho Ho".  But it seems he still doesn't like to sit on his lap.  Oh well, there is always next year!  &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/4235527624953875824-2612068084369917886?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/12/classic-christmas-photos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SxvWjvvMJvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rOovQrGjFz0/s72-c/creches+and+carols+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-626703199756478564</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T10:56:56.664-06:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas Get To Know 2009</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-get-to-know-you.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas Get To Know You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sxk-BZq7GDI/AAAAAAAAAew/Pava5QCt5SY/s1600-h/Christmas+tree+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411424621054072882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sxk-BZq7GDI/AAAAAAAAAew/Pava5QCt5SY/s320/Christmas+tree+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? I like both, just depends on the gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial: Allergies in this House&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? Weekend Before or day after Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? Before the first of year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? NO&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? birthstone ring&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? Parents&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? my boys (Max and Mason,sometimes Brian)&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes: Little People one and a nicer one&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I can't think of one at this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Charlie Brown's Christmas&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? When do I stop?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Ham/rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;16. Lights on the tree? Yep, that’s my favorite part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;17. Favorite Christmas Song? Angels We Have Heard On High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Stay home; it is easier with younger kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Not at this moment but in a few days I am sure I will be able to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Neither; Big Bow this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas morning, (let the kids open PJ’s the night before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Grouchy/Rude People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color? I collect ornaments from vacations, so they probably are my favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;24.  Favorite thing to do this time of season?  I love seeing the light displays.&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year? I always like jewelry, but the best gift would be for my family to celebrate the &lt;em&gt;True&lt;/em&gt; purpose of Christmas and to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I would love to learn about you and what Christmas is to you, so blog or email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&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/4235527624953875824-626703199756478564?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-get-to-know-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sxk-BZq7GDI/AAAAAAAAAew/Pava5QCt5SY/s72-c/Christmas+tree+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-117363258958427678</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T08:47:06.023-06:00</atom:updated><title>Tis the Season</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SxPZeW2SalI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9DIl5G_i4OQ/s1600/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409906692954679890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SxPZeW2SalI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9DIl5G_i4OQ/s320/nativity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love this time of year! There are many things about this season that I enjoy. The lights, crowds, food, parties, Christmas movies and presents are just a few examples of what I enjoy being part of. Over the Thanksgiving break my family watched several Christmas movies, and the meaning in those movies are not exactly what this time of year should be about. Don't get me wrong I will continue to watch those movies and partake in my previous examples, but I also want to focus on the "True Meaning" of this season. I want my family to feel the "True Spirit" of Christmas this year. Here are some ways I have thought of for my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. Read Luke 2 and discuss the importance of the Saviors birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. Create a "Home" and not just a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a. Show more love to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;b. Forgive quickly and mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;c. Spend quality time together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. Give gifts to others that don't cost money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a. smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;b. open doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;c. offer a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;d. visit family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. Watch the First Presidency Christmas Devotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. Overall, remember what Christ would have us do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We need to be an example to others and allow the spirit to be with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is during this time of year we celebrate the wonderful gift that the Saviors birth is to us.This is a gift that cannot be measured and lasts forever. It is the best gift one could receive. &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/4235527624953875824-117363258958427678?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SxPZeW2SalI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9DIl5G_i4OQ/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-5562175445390752165</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T12:50:31.172-06:00</atom:updated><title>Fall Fun</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sv77hf0m9oI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Q_ActdFThVI/s1600-h/Max+and+Mason+blowing+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404033155787585154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sv77hf0m9oI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Q_ActdFThVI/s320/Max+and+Mason+blowing+leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It is time for the leaves to get cleaned up before the next round of rain. But who said it couldn't be fun to clean up the leaves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Max and Mason loved helping us clean up the yard. I am not sure how helpful they were though. Max and Mason both did a great job of piling up the leaves, but once they had a pile it was a free for all. Running, jumping, throwing, and rolling all around was the name of the game. All I can say is, wasn't it great being a kid! There were giggles, and smiles from ear to ear. It was great time for the whole family. I sure love my boys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And if you are wondering, we eventually got the leaves picked up. However, I am sure by tomorrow we will not be able to notice our hard work. Just one of the joys of of owning a home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Fall Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sv71UTh6yvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4mk8DsGhbSU/s1600-h/Max+and+Mason+laying+in+the+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404026332079901426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sv71UTh6yvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4mk8DsGhbSU/s320/Max+and+Mason+laying+in+the+leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sv7zzoUCUyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/RWd9K0_5gRw/s1600-h/Max+and+mason+Laughing+in+the+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404024671211508514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sv7zzoUCUyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/RWd9K0_5gRw/s320/Max+and+mason+Laughing+in+the+leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sv7zcpqVlTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/F2sR9btIyIE/s1600-h/Mason+putting+leaves+on+Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404024276436489522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sv7zcpqVlTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/F2sR9btIyIE/s320/Mason+putting+leaves+on+Max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235527624953875824-5562175445390752165?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sv77hf0m9oI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Q_ActdFThVI/s72-c/Max+and+Mason+blowing+leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-3287281833183826842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T18:17:25.844-06:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Halloween!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;The boys were "Hunters" this year.  It was actually a very easy and cheap costume to come up with.  I should also say practical.  I like practical. Both of boys were able to get lots of candy.  Mason did about half of the subdivision and Max was able to do all the subdivision.  I was surprised at how little trick or treaters I saw at the house.  I still have a whole bag of candy left.  Oh well, I am sure we will be able to eat the other bag too!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;I hope everyone had a safe and Happy Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Su4jWgmlQCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/jIreWiirdWE/s1600-h/max+and+mason+halloween+09+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291872879656994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Su4jWgmlQCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/jIreWiirdWE/s320/max+and+mason+halloween+09+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Su4jWc__2II/AAAAAAAAAdw/vgJeuoiAkVA/s1600-h/max+and+mason+halloween+09+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291871912515714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Su4jWc__2II/AAAAAAAAAdw/vgJeuoiAkVA/s320/max+and+mason+halloween+09+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235527624953875824-3287281833183826842?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Su4jWgmlQCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/jIreWiirdWE/s72-c/max+and+mason+halloween+09+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-5114736730299819705</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T19:34:10.224-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Wonderful Husband!!!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;My sweet husband brought these home for me today.  The sweet part is that he gave them to me to thank me for all I do for him and the boys.  It is these times that I am &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; grateful and thankful that he is my husband.  I am one lucky lady to have him for all time and eternity!  Thanks Brian!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuePugYaHbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/st2yhyHRmCc/s1600-h/flowers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397440707555892658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuePugYaHbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/st2yhyHRmCc/s320/flowers+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuePutn3GiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xlk8KSvdKMo/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397440711110367778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuePutn3GiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xlk8KSvdKMo/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235527624953875824-5114736730299819705?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-wonderful-husband.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuePugYaHbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/st2yhyHRmCc/s72-c/flowers+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-2992505424854266378</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T08:08:55.067-05:00</atom:updated><title>Carving Night</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is that time of year again, Halloween!  Max was so excited to carve his pumpkin.  That was until he realized how messy,slimy, and stinky it really is.  Then it was okay for dad to do the work.  Mason just wanted to color his pumpkin, which was okay with me.  I think his hands actually got more color than his pumpkin.  I drew the face  on his pumpkin and  he colored the back. He wouldn't let me get a picture of his work though.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Subu0wJlznI/AAAAAAAAAc4/K_Dj4nj2Pic/s1600-h/max+pumpkin+before+carving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397263793495854706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Subu0wJlznI/AAAAAAAAAc4/K_Dj4nj2Pic/s320/max+pumpkin+before+carving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Subu0tUSu1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/lQriPba_FdA/s1600-h/max+and+dad+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397263792735435602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Subu0tUSu1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/lQriPba_FdA/s320/max+and+dad+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397263486792209794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Subui5lvlYI/AAAAAAAAAco/gykC3-AkAfw/s320/Max+pumpkin+guts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SubuijmjrWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/H8Yc-FkjU6A/s1600-h/Mason+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397263480890043746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SubuijmjrWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/H8Yc-FkjU6A/s320/Mason+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SubuMp7i-yI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pBv8iJLvrDE/s1600-h/Max+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397263104631569186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SubuMp7i-yI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pBv8iJLvrDE/s320/Max+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is a vampire pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SubuMW29NHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GKMR3En5q94/s1600-h/Max+and+mason+pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397263099512042610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SubuMW29NHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GKMR3En5q94/s320/Max+and+mason+pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We wish everyone a safe and fun Halloween! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Treat or Trick!&lt;/span&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/4235527624953875824-2992505424854266378?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/10/carving-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Subu0wJlznI/AAAAAAAAAc4/K_Dj4nj2Pic/s72-c/max+pumpkin+before+carving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-1835203867255216323</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T14:58:19.062-05:00</atom:updated><title>Pumpkin Patch or should I say Pumpkin Tent</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I had grand plans of going to a pumpkin patch and really taking in the season. The only problem is the weather never really cooperated. That is until this afternoon when we were already running around like crazy people. Anyway, we went to a local tent and checked out the pumpkin selection. We were actually surprised at the variety to choose from. We will do our carving Monday night for family home evening, so stay tuned for those pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuNaefvoGcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/S3UD3PNBJSc/s1600-h/Boys+pumpkin+patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396256258483820994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuNaefvoGcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/S3UD3PNBJSc/s320/Boys+pumpkin+patch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuNaUYsBOMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/WRmiasPAlTA/s1600-h/Mason+pumpkin+patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396256084790950082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuNaUYsBOMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/WRmiasPAlTA/s320/Mason+pumpkin+patch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuNaDaZj23I/AAAAAAAAAb4/6_3pWkcVqJU/s1600-h/Max+pumpkin+patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396255793192622962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuNaDaZj23I/AAAAAAAAAb4/6_3pWkcVqJU/s320/Max+pumpkin+patch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235527624953875824-1835203867255216323?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-or-should-i-say-pumpkin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SuNaefvoGcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/S3UD3PNBJSc/s72-c/Boys+pumpkin+patch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-6886987625470193659</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T08:16:14.850-05:00</atom:updated><title>Day Out With Thomas 2009</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 years ago we drove 6 hours for Max to see Thomas the train, so when we heard Thomas would be only 40 minutes away how could we say no to Mason. In the last few months Mason has really gotten into trains. Mason has the train table in his room and really enjoys playing with the trains. The weather wasn't the most cooperative, but for a couple of hours we could survive. The biggest concern for me was the mud. In the last week we have received a large amount of rain and very little sun to dry up the ground. Our shoes were gross and Mason did stumble and got mud all over his pants. Overall we had a great time as a family. We survived the elements and had a good day with Thomas the Train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0n8spAvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/VNfxsfHrJdM/s1600-h/thomas+Brian+and+Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394103577107563250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0n8spAvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/VNfxsfHrJdM/s320/thomas+Brian+and+Max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0nGL_HkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qJfaakeF9Io/s1600-h/Thomas+Brandi+and+Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394103562475085378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0nGL_HkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qJfaakeF9Io/s320/Thomas+Brandi+and+Boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0m6FyLsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MbpMLFwn5u4/s1600-h/Thomas+train+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394103559227846338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0m6FyLsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MbpMLFwn5u4/s320/Thomas+train+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0C4xyGsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8A_sbStqVGo/s1600-h/Thomas+Mason+and+Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394102940400229058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0C4xyGsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8A_sbStqVGo/s320/Thomas+Mason+and+Emily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0CWslCxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TA9-LuimzVM/s1600-h/Thomas+Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394102931251596050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0CWslCxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TA9-LuimzVM/s320/Thomas+Boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stuzl0mi8MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ttkH5fwDuLI/s1600-h/Thomas+Mason+lego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394102441063149762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stuzl0mi8MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ttkH5fwDuLI/s320/Thomas+Mason+lego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stuzlf_vziI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AQ4-XFuOhFc/s1600-h/Thomas+Max+slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394102435531705890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stuzlf_vziI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AQ4-XFuOhFc/s320/Thomas+Max+slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StuzITcjuLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8BY7ltlqQdM/s1600-h/Thomas+Mason+train+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394101933946681522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StuzITcjuLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8BY7ltlqQdM/s320/Thomas+Mason+train+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StuzH6UmuiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dvXQXe-QuRo/s1600-h/Thomas+Brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394101927202437666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StuzH6UmuiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dvXQXe-QuRo/s320/Thomas+Brian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4235527624953875824-6886987625470193659?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-out-with-thomas-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Stu0n8spAvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/VNfxsfHrJdM/s72-c/thomas+Brian+and+Max.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-3413618738024950271</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-10T20:45:56.139-05:00</atom:updated><title>Soccer Season 2009</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Soccer Season is here!  Max is on the Orange Team aka "The Tigers". Brian is one of the coaches this year as well.  We have already had 3 practices and today was Max's 2nd game.  Max is averaging 3 goals a  game and can handle himself in goal as well.  Max is showing some talent in this game.  He is handling the ball very well.  He is quick and is not afraid to get in there and get the ball.  Max seems to enjoy himself.  I would like to think that he would continue to play since he seems to have some natural talent, but I am not sure if he "loves" the game of soccer.  However, he does have a very cute after goal celebration.  I have tried to get a picture of it, but digital cameras are a bit slow to get that celebration.  Max likes to score goals and have his team win.  We try not to focus on the winning part, but everyone seems to keep score.  I just want Max to have fun and learn how to play soccer.  If soccer becomes something he wants to continue in we will provide the opportunities for him.  If dad has his way, Max will love soccer and will play at least through High School.  So I guess we enjoy the rest of season and see what happens next year.  Here are some pictures of Max from today's game.  Max is number 30 this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StE1EQGlZ7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7m9nz6Yq8WM/s1600-h/soccer+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391148576097527730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StE1EQGlZ7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7m9nz6Yq8WM/s320/soccer+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StE03gpdNII/AAAAAAAAAYw/3HJ8Dy0IUQ0/s1600-h/soccer+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391148357200458882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StE03gpdNII/AAAAAAAAAYw/3HJ8Dy0IUQ0/s320/soccer+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StE03aRl3NI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Q7mPv9t9Zfo/s1600-h/soccer+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391148355489750226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StE03aRl3NI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Q7mPv9t9Zfo/s320/soccer+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StEzrGh-K_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/sExj0dSejMc/s1600-h/soccer+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391147044519685106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StEzrGh-K_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/sExj0dSejMc/s320/soccer+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391147036569031538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StEzqo6Y03I/AAAAAAAAAYY/qQ12UGOxv6g/s320/soccer+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StEzQZFYAMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/U-HXbF5Yqug/s1600-h/soccer+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391146585643548866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StEzQZFYAMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/U-HXbF5Yqug/s320/soccer+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StEzQGBcY4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/70HOVdmz6kQ/s1600-h/soccer+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391146580526785410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StEzQGBcY4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/70HOVdmz6kQ/s320/soccer+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4235527624953875824-3413618738024950271?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/10/soccer-season-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/StE1EQGlZ7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7m9nz6Yq8WM/s72-c/soccer+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-2357354375915875835</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T13:12:16.940-05:00</atom:updated><title>Family Pictures 2009</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fall we take family pictures.  Here are a few of the pictures taken.  You might notice that there is only one picture of the boys together.  That is because Mason is not much for pictures.  After several minutes of tears and screaming we finally concluded that if Mason could sit on me he would cooperate.  So in the picture below, both boys are sitting on my lower legs.  All I can say is , at least we got one picture of them together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SsOePQsBkUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pGLjSygirmo/s1600-h/boys+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387323564280090946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SsOePQsBkUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pGLjSygirmo/s320/boys+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SsOdx7ovKHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/cRJHmZQpjlo/s1600-h/Target+family+pictures+2009.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387323060412950642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SsOdx7ovKHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/cRJHmZQpjlo/s320/Target+family+pictures+2009.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SsOdleZCu4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ufkzQQtkKQA/s1600-h/family+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387322846404066178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SsOdleZCu4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ufkzQQtkKQA/s320/family+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SsOdPgflCMI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ETBx33Zl_qM/s1600-h/collage.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387322469011228866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SsOdPgflCMI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ETBx33Zl_qM/s320/collage.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4235527624953875824-2357354375915875835?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-pictures-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SsOePQsBkUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pGLjSygirmo/s72-c/boys+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-2368981329844935349</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T14:46:33.361-05:00</atom:updated><title>Our Time in Green River</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;On September 17 we began our journey to Green River, Wyoming to say our good-byes to my brother Lance.  From our house to GR is roughly 17 hours in the car time.  Max and Mason were wonderful!    It is amazing what snacks and DVD players can do.  There were of course the occasional cries from Mason, but all in all the car ride went really well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;The first day we traveled 13 hours to Sidney Nebraska.  It is there that the headquarters for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cabela's&lt;/span&gt; is.  So of course we had to stop and walk through the store.  We also decided to stay the night in Sidney.  I should have taken pictures there, but the camera was in the suitcase.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;After a quick nights rest we finished our journey to GR.  Once in GR I had to have Taco Time.  It is one of my favorite fast food restaurants.  Crispy Bean Burritos are the best!  After lunch we headed to my grandma's house.  This is where we spent Friday and Saturday.  The boys were ready to be free by this time, so they had some fun running around the yard.  We were lucky the weather was beautiful for September.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;On Friday afternoon we were able to visit with my step mom, Carole, her new husband, Dee, Alexandra, my sister,  her fiance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and his son, Noah.  My cousins also joined us in the evening.  It was nice being to catch up with everyone and hear how life has been for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;The funeral services took place on Saturday.  There was a slide show of Lance's life.  It was hard seeing some of the pictures.  It has been 15 years since my dad passed away, and seeing him holding Lance as  a baby was, well I don't have the words to express my feelings.  Lance had so many friends that came to by their respects.  It really appeared like Lance had touched many lives.  I don't have many memories of Lance as a teenager/adult because I moved away for college when he was 7, but I have fond memories of him being a little boy.  He was always into everything!  He loved to laugh and be around people.  He was an adorable little boy with glasses.  As he grew older I did see similarities between him and my dad.  He looked a lot like my dad.  Lance was buried next to my dad.  I had no idea how hard it would be being back in GR.  I am so sad that Lance had a terrible accident and his life was cut short.  I miss my dad more than words can say.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Below is a picture of Lance from 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SrpymJUTbII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FSC9YmZzDiE/s1600-h/Lance+Ryan+Peterson+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384742304136522882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SrpymJUTbII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FSC9YmZzDiE/s320/Lance+Ryan+Peterson+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;After the services, we had the afternoon to visit with family.  We went to my Uncle Mark's house to see his fish pond and chickens.  Max and Mason both loved seeing these things.  Max and Brian also got to go for ride in his "hot rod".  We had dinner with much of my extended family at my grandma's house that night.    It was very nice to getting to visit with my family.  It has been about 4 years since I had seen any of them.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Srpyawq0i4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/zYeSWuCr0tA/s1600-h/pond+GR+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384742108541520770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Srpyawq0i4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/zYeSWuCr0tA/s320/pond+GR+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SrpyLgSp_OI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3cBN2E-ieQI/s1600-h/pond+GR+m%26m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384741846447160546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SrpyLgSp_OI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3cBN2E-ieQI/s320/pond+GR+m%26m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We headed home on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am very grateful that I know my Heavenly Father's  plan. For without this knowledge I know I would be even more devastated with my losses in family.  I know I will get to see my dad and Lance again.  I know that my Heavenly Father loves me and knows my needs.  For this I am grateful, but I also know that what I am feeling is normal and with time I will be at peace.&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/4235527624953875824-2368981329844935349?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-time-in-green-river.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SrpymJUTbII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FSC9YmZzDiE/s72-c/Lance+Ryan+Peterson+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-6677573469107471010</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T08:00:09.480-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Youngest Brother....</title><description>On September 11, 2009 I lost my brother Lance.  He was only 20 years old.  He had his entire life ahead of him.  I will never knew what he was thinking or feeling and that truly saddens me.  I have experienced all sorts of emotions these past few days.  I have been shocked, confused, overwhelmed with guilt and very sad.  I have not been angry because I know he is in a better place.  Plus, he is with my dad.  It is never easy to lose a loved one.  It is painful enough to lose my brother, but I cannot even imagine what his mom and my grandma are feeling.  My step-mom has had to bury a husband and now her baby boy.  My grandma buried her son and now that son's baby boy.  I truly hope I never have to experience that type of pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235527624953875824-6677573469107471010?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-youngest-brother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-9011652874030624052</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T09:09:47.360-05:00</atom:updated><title>THANKFUL THURSDAY</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I have not posted in awhile  I thought I would post a Thankful Thursday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. my husband and all the hard work he does for our family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. my two boys who never allow me to  have a dull moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.  the knowledge of the gospel I  have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.  my home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.  my parents and all that they do for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. my wonderful in-laws and their support and thoughtfulness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.  how well Mason is progressing in Nursery.  (yay!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.  the success Max is having in first grade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.  lunch dates with wonderful friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.  the love I feel from my wonderful husband.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;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/4235527624953875824-9011652874030624052?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/09/thankful-thursday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-3911977501941626973</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T09:30:59.661-05:00</atom:updated><title>Max's First Day as 1st Grader!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Max is officially a First Grader now.  Max has not been really excited about starting school.  Somewhere along the way he has learned that you have to do lots of work at school.  However, last night he met his teacher and saw he had some friends in his class and his attitude changed.  He is still concerned about the work, but thinks it will now be at least fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Being the mom that I am, I felt it was my right to take him to school today and get some pictures.  Well, Max was not really excited about not being on the bus.  I still have not figured out why the bus is so great, but it is still the best part of school.  We did learn that his bus driver is still Bob, which has Max very excited.  He loves Bob the bus driver.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here are the pictures I was able to get this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SowJb-LnQqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4WUqzEbroSI/s1600-h/Max+by+the+1st+grade+playground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371678831698985634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SowJb-LnQqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4WUqzEbroSI/s320/Max+by+the+1st+grade+playground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is the First Grade Playground.  This is another reason why Max is looking forward to school.  It has monkey bars, a fireman pull, and a three slide so you can race your friends down it.  That is cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SowJHtMCSfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/apnWzTyIJDc/s1600-h/Max+outside+is+1st+grade+classroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371678483539970546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SowJHtMCSfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/apnWzTyIJDc/s320/Max+outside+is+1st+grade+classroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Max outside his classroom.  He will be Mrs. Chamberlain's Busy Bee's this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SowIuUEM0cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rEfgDryWgiw/s1600-h/max+and+mrs.+chamberlain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371678047299490242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SowIuUEM0cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rEfgDryWgiw/s320/max+and+mrs.+chamberlain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is Mrs. Chamberlain and Max at his desk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you look at Mason you can tell he is not too happy about all this.  He cried all the way from Max's classroom all the way home.  And to think I thought he would be happy to have me all to himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;On a side note I went to college with Mrs. Chamberlain.  It seems to be a small world.  I taught with Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lipa&lt;/span&gt; (KG teacher), and went to college with his 1st grader teacher.  Wow!!!&lt;/span&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/4235527624953875824-3911977501941626973?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/08/maxs-first-day-as-1st-grader.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SowJb-LnQqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4WUqzEbroSI/s72-c/Max+by+the+1st+grade+playground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-4620747543513937482</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T19:21:58.652-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mini Vacation with the Boys!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If only this is how the trip really went. Actually, we did have a nice time together, but this picture is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt;. This is the only nap Mason took for 3 days and it only lasted 40 minutes. So for those of you that have toddlers you quickly realize Mason had his moments. The 4 hour ride to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; was probably the longest part of the vacation. Mason cried for 3 hours of the ride. To say the least I was little concerned about how the vacation would really go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntrnSnH58I/AAAAAAAAAVs/gdlxLjly3fI/s1600-h/max+sleeping+at+the+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367001703697082306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntrnSnH58I/AAAAAAAAAVs/gdlxLjly3fI/s320/max+sleeping+at+the+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;We arrived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; on Monday around 1:30pm. We did a quick walk through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; Landing. It is next to some body of water and has shops and food. Mason enjoyed watching the fountains and Max asked if he could take the money out of the fountain. We only stayed at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; Landing for maybe an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;After dinner we hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Water park&lt;/span&gt; at the hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The boys had a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sntpl8i1PgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RMB7Le0Ei4Q/s1600-h/mason+pool+1+d+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366999481570377218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sntpl8i1PgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RMB7Le0Ei4Q/s320/mason+pool+1+d+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sntplo3Dt_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/d6j-0Cdk8ms/s1600-h/max+pool+1d+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366999476286502898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sntplo3Dt_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/d6j-0Cdk8ms/s320/max+pool+1d+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Snto2IfvkBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5UX1offlNrw/s1600-h/max+waterslide+1+d+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366998660144926738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Snto2IfvkBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5UX1offlNrw/s320/max+waterslide+1+d+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Snto10lEq4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/29Udza5_Jm4/s1600-h/mason+waterslide+1+d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366998654798572418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Snto10lEq4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/29Udza5_Jm4/s320/mason+waterslide+1+d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366997694204858994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sntn96Fr0nI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eYo1n90soMY/s320/max+and+mom+at+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntnGUiH9rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_2nAXC7cFPo/s1600-h/max+waterslide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366996739230791346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntnGUiH9rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_2nAXC7cFPo/s320/max+waterslide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We were able to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Water park&lt;/span&gt; everyday that we were there. So we spent the mornings outlet shopping and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;attractions&lt;/span&gt;, and the afternoons at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Water park&lt;/span&gt;. There was an inside part as well, but I didn't really get any good pictures. Plus, we enjoyed the outside part better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We also took the boys to the fish hatchery. Mason and Max both enjoyed feeding the trout. Max wants to go fishing there. He said then he could actually get a BIG one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntlKqel67I/AAAAAAAAAUk/nE4espdxAns/s1600-h/mason+fish+hatchery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366994614817778610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntlKqel67I/AAAAAAAAAUk/nE4espdxAns/s320/mason+fish+hatchery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntksHPHxxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tLR4_hzEI2M/s1600-h/boys+fish+hatchery+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366994089961572114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntksHPHxxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tLR4_hzEI2M/s320/boys+fish+hatchery+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntkrzREeAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bu8eXQBiMog/s1600-h/boys+fish+hatchery+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366994084601034754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntkrzREeAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bu8eXQBiMog/s320/boys+fish+hatchery+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Overall, we had a great time together. I am the only one that came home with a sunburn, so I would say that is a success. Mason had several meltdowns, but we have come to expect those. Max said he had a good time and looks forward to going back. He might be disappointed to know we probably will not be staying at the Grand Country Inn again, but I will share that information with him at a later time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt; Family Vacation 2009 is in the books. &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/4235527624953875824-4620747543513937482?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/08/mini-vacation-with-boys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SntrnSnH58I/AAAAAAAAAVs/gdlxLjly3fI/s72-c/max+sleeping+at+the+pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-499160497837546616</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T14:30:39.391-05:00</atom:updated><title>DISNEY WORLD!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We spent 4 wonderful days at Disney World!   Brian and I went by ourselves.  All I can say is I LOVE DISNEY!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I love Brian too.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We stayed at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SmoGsonHnuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YUkbUhfo-P8/s1600-h/pop+century.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362105670223503074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SmoGsonHnuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YUkbUhfo-P8/s320/pop+century.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; It was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;.  Once we checked in at the St. Louis Airport everything else was taken care of.  It was very low stress.  The room was just what we needed.  The food there was incredible.  The transportation to the parks was easy and low stress.  I have done Disney other ways and I think staying on grounds is the way to go.  (Easy and low stress)  Common phrase for the vacation  LOW STRESS!!!!  Overall, it was a great trip for the two of us.  We were able to communicate again and remember why we fell in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.  Plus, I LOVE DISNEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SmoGhUbeXYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-cIW3iamv-g/s1600-h/mickey+and+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362105475827391874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SmoGhUbeXYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-cIW3iamv-g/s320/mickey+and+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Garden Grill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; with Mickey Mouse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SmoGUVmkRiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iTc3PciswZ4/s1600-h/dale+and+brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362105252804052514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SmoGUVmkRiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iTc3PciswZ4/s320/dale+and+brian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Garden Grill (Dale and Brian striking a pose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SmoGEnSSjPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dO2nttulvZE/s1600-h/brian+and+donald+duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362104982672936178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SmoGEnSSjPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dO2nttulvZE/s320/brian+and+donald+duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                                      Donald Duck and Brian at Frontier Land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We cannot wait to take the boys to Disney World next year.  We kept saying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, "Oh, the boys will love this".  Hopefully, it will be as low stress as this years trip.  We are not counting on it, but it's Disney World.  And I love Disney!&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/4235527624953875824-499160497837546616?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/07/disney-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SmoGsonHnuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YUkbUhfo-P8/s72-c/pop+century.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-5651274890085871845</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-07T15:55:37.402-05:00</atom:updated><title>Summer Randomness</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, summer is in full swing. We have had some really nice weather and some not so nice weather. But when you live in St. Louis you shouldn't expect much different. It is hard believe we are already into July. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;June was busy with company. We had a great time when Nana was here. (my mom) My grandma also spent a few days with us in June. Brian will finish summer school on July 17th and then have about 3 weeks off. We have 2 different vacation planned for those weeks. One with kids and one without kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here are some pictures of what we have been up to this summer so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOt5k4OgcI/AAAAAAAAATs/l5gO4Cs5wcI/s1600-h/swimming+pool+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355815586537308610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOt5k4OgcI/AAAAAAAAATs/l5gO4Cs5wcI/s320/swimming+pool+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pool in the backyard. Max took swimming lessons earlier this summer. Mason has enjoyed the pool too. We don't use the life vest if we are in the water with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOs5kzdpgI/AAAAAAAAATc/x0De-N1_6RQ/s1600-h/mason+o%27dee+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355814487005701634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOs5kzdpgI/AAAAAAAAATc/x0De-N1_6RQ/s320/mason+o%27dee+door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason and O'Dee watching something out in the front yard. They are becoming two peas in a pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOsvrdqzWI/AAAAAAAAATU/278SP8D5mZ8/s1600-h/mason+cardinals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355814316994645346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOsvrdqzWI/AAAAAAAAATU/278SP8D5mZ8/s320/mason+cardinals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason dressed for the Cardinals Game even though he didn't get to go with Dad and Max. Max loved the game. He love the cotton candy and singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOsijJvMQI/AAAAAAAAATM/tZxY8cq9guk/s1600-h/max+climbing+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355814091425263874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOsijJvMQI/AAAAAAAAATM/tZxY8cq9guk/s320/max+climbing+wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max showing how big he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOsO-8jVqI/AAAAAAAAATE/9agLjgSApTg/s1600-h/brothers+hand+in+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355813755288770210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOsO-8jVqI/AAAAAAAAATE/9agLjgSApTg/s320/brothers+hand+in+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this picture was precious. My two boys hand in hand. I hope they will grow closer and always be there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOr7nZScXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Lw9syoc_WCk/s1600-h/suson+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355813422549332338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOr7nZScXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Lw9syoc_WCk/s320/suson+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't post pictures from every activity this summer so maybe in a summer recap entry I will put others up. It has been a great summer so far. Yay for summertime!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235527624953875824-5651274890085871845?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-randomness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SlOt5k4OgcI/AAAAAAAAATs/l5gO4Cs5wcI/s72-c/swimming+pool+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-4441770018860257787</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T13:34:50.204-05:00</atom:updated><title>Our new family member</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I finally convinced Brian to get a dog. I looked at many websites to see what small dogs were available for adoption. There were a few available so we headed out one morning to check out a few. The first one I thought from the website would be perfect. His name was Buddy and was 15 lbs . Once meeting him I had some doubts. He was a little bigger than I had wanted and Mason was terrified of him. So we proceeded to the Humane Society where there were a few available. They were not exactly the breed I wanted or so I thought. Once there and meeting one that was named Tungy, I was sold. He is a Pekingese. They do require more grooming than I had wanted, but he is perfect for our family. He is sturdy enough to handle the boys but small enough to be a lap dog. He does not require much exercise which is nice too. He has been great with the boys. Since he didn't know his name we have changed his name to O'Dee. It was Brian's and Max's name choice. I don't think he looks like an O'Dee, but that was part of the deal made with Brian. He got to name the dog if we got one. O'Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; has definitely made himself at home with us. There is little he fears. He also has proven to be magic. When we leave we put him in a pen in the basement. After a few days he learned how to escape. We are on plan 3 of the pen and it has proven successful once. I guess there will never be a dull moment at the Kimbrough's. Wait there wasn't a dull moment before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjfhkUkN7qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gvAeXJhhtEs/s1600-h/O%27Dee+and+Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347991096637910690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjfhkUkN7qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gvAeXJhhtEs/s320/O%27Dee+and+Max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Max didn't really want a dog and now he and O'Dee are good buddies. Max says,"I changed my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjfhaG3rVUI/AAAAAAAAASs/hlMOzmGu9Lc/s1600-h/O%27Dee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347990921162741058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjfhaG3rVUI/AAAAAAAAASs/hlMOzmGu9Lc/s320/O%27Dee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He is a cute little thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4235527624953875824-4441770018860257787?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-new-family-member.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjfhkUkN7qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gvAeXJhhtEs/s72-c/O%27Dee+and+Max.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-4334675572081887342</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-12T09:02:36.667-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Baby is 2 years old!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;It is so hard to believe that my baby is 2.  I know that you want them to grow and change and become little people, but I find myself missing my baby.  Mason is growing in leaps in bounds right now.  Here are just a few examples of why I love Mason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;His smile melts your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mason is a very persistent  little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;He loves to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mason gives wonderful bear hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;He wants to be just like his big brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;He completes our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;There are many more reasons why I love Mason, but that is a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;The pictures below are from Mason Birthday party at Suson Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJeHx2pVPI/AAAAAAAAASk/JCl6TSlcGTQ/s1600-h/mason+bday+2+presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346439195376833778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJeHx2pVPI/AAAAAAAAASk/JCl6TSlcGTQ/s320/mason+bday+2+presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJdx3E3uTI/AAAAAAAAASc/1ZrdYw07vOc/s1600-h/mason+bday+2+candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346438818821552434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJdx3E3uTI/AAAAAAAAASc/1ZrdYw07vOc/s320/mason+bday+2+candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJdaTTGZeI/AAAAAAAAASU/mj5lvIHRnyA/s1600-h/mason+bday+2+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346438414080566754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJdaTTGZeI/AAAAAAAAASU/mj5lvIHRnyA/s320/mason+bday+2+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mason  at 4 days old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJdJbPEgPI/AAAAAAAAASM/3rACO6_gymE/s1600-h/mason+at+birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346438124153372914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJdJbPEgPI/AAAAAAAAASM/3rACO6_gymE/s320/mason+at+birth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brothers are forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJdAbhv7FI/AAAAAAAAASE/mu5K1s7DPPY/s1600-h/mason+and+max+at+birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346437969612893266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJdAbhv7FI/AAAAAAAAASE/mu5K1s7DPPY/s320/mason+and+max+at+birth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oops, out of order picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJct8RIkTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xx7bIPuZv6o/s1600-h/Mason+bday+2+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346437651984060722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJct8RIkTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xx7bIPuZv6o/s320/Mason+bday+2+dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4235527624953875824-4334675572081887342?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-baby-is-2-years-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/SjJeHx2pVPI/AAAAAAAAASk/JCl6TSlcGTQ/s72-c/mason+bday+2+presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235527624953875824.post-2015314623365586230</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-27T11:48:22.420-05:00</atom:updated><title>FIELD DAY!!!!!!!</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today was Field Day For Windsor Elementary.  It took place at Windsor High School's Track.  Max was concerned about attending Field Day because he felt he was not good at what they had been practicing in PE.  Apparently, those fears left him once he was there because he was smiling and laughing with his classmates.  The pictures below show some of the activities they were completing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1qxnoBxjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Lrb7HOhPP4E/s1600-h/Max+field+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340542133814281778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1qxnoBxjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Lrb7HOhPP4E/s320/Max+field+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here is the star waiting for the action to begin!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1qXizwySI/AAAAAAAAARs/b5GGZPbPJbg/s1600-h/Max+field+day+stacking+cups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340541685844724002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1qXizwySI/AAAAAAAAARs/b5GGZPbPJbg/s320/Max+field+day+stacking+cups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The goal here is to build a tall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pyramid&lt;/span&gt;.  It took Max's group a few minutes to figure out how to do this activity.  Eventually they did build a tall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pyramid&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1qBiNdyWI/AAAAAAAAARk/ez9rLNOuEPg/s1600-h/Max+field+day+parachute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340541307726973282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1qBiNdyWI/AAAAAAAAARk/ez9rLNOuEPg/s320/Max+field+day+parachute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The parachute an all time favorite!  The kids were to keep the balls on the parachute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1phYeQ_RI/AAAAAAAAARc/zBhjOxgx-Pg/s1600-h/Max+field+day+running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340540755357269266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1phYeQ_RI/AAAAAAAAARc/zBhjOxgx-Pg/s320/Max+field+day+running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Max is running back after jumping over a jump rope.  The jump rope was moved further back after each kid had  a chance to jump at that distance.  Max made it three times around before he was unable to make the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1pKK6LhEI/AAAAAAAAARU/Mvr1YNwbiPs/s1600-h/Max+field+day+Mason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340540356579263554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1pKK6LhEI/AAAAAAAAARU/Mvr1YNwbiPs/s320/Max+field+day+Mason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  Here is Mason being patient as we watch Max participate. As long as he had his crackers was pleasant.  Mason really enjoyed hearing his feet on the bleachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There were several other events that took place ,but it was lunch time and nap time so we had to say good-bye and wish Max luck.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4235527624953875824-2015314623365586230?l=kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimbroughsinstlouismo.blogspot.com/2009/05/field-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimbrough's in St. Louis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hynq2JbIAPw/Sh1qxnoBxjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Lrb7HOhPP4E/s72-c/Max+field+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>