<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421</id><updated>2011-09-12T06:18:27.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThomasTimes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-7259681304637103853</id><published>2010-06-06T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:13:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Son Fishin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxjRYtE2JI/AAAAAAAAASs/MRG3IHhQMhY/s1600/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxjRYtE2JI/AAAAAAAAASs/MRG3IHhQMhY/s400/DSC01250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479863996943489170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We  went to Daybreak and fished.  I thought it was awesome, I caught a few pretty small, but was able to get one with Ashton sitting with me.  Hopefully I am raising a good little fishing buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-7259681304637103853?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/7259681304637103853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=7259681304637103853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/7259681304637103853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/7259681304637103853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/06/father-son-fishin.html' title='Father Son Fishin'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxjRYtE2JI/AAAAAAAAASs/MRG3IHhQMhY/s72-c/DSC01250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-2372903961720932442</id><published>2010-06-06T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:04:36.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping with Matt and Amanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxc3rHWD3I/AAAAAAAAASE/zrqWh1ZHFuo/s1600/Ashton+Fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxc3rHWD3I/AAAAAAAAASE/zrqWh1ZHFuo/s400/Ashton+Fishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479856958139142002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went up the Uintahs with Matt and Amanda to fish and camp.  It was our first camping experience with Ashton.   He of coursed loved it, he loves the outdoors.  We had bought him a little fishing pool for him to take with us and he loved it.  He was so proud to carry around his very own fishing pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxd7zsaSLI/AAAAAAAAASM/s8OIW9Ys4t8/s1600/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxd7zsaSLI/AAAAAAAAASM/s8OIW9Ys4t8/s400/DSC01278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479858128673196210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxeg797BOI/AAAAAAAAASU/jMsmb7BvRZQ/s1600/daddy+fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxeg797BOI/AAAAAAAAASU/jMsmb7BvRZQ/s400/daddy+fish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479858766549288162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was able to catch some fish and really enjoy the great outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxfSsy951I/AAAAAAAAASc/RBHutpbrac4/s1600/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxfSsy951I/AAAAAAAAASc/RBHutpbrac4/s400/DSC01275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479859621470267218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxfoFA-8VI/AAAAAAAAASk/3MdEg1lcoKY/s1600/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxfoFA-8VI/AAAAAAAAASk/3MdEg1lcoKY/s400/DSC01269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479859988748759378" 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/7408332800467502421-2372903961720932442?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/2372903961720932442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=2372903961720932442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2372903961720932442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2372903961720932442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/06/camping-with-matt-and-amanda.html' title='Camping with Matt and Amanda'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxc3rHWD3I/AAAAAAAAASE/zrqWh1ZHFuo/s72-c/Ashton+Fishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-959121667681079509</id><published>2010-06-06T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:41:16.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boating Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxbhpUTH1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/gmjX2agcDwc/s1600/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxbhpUTH1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/gmjX2agcDwc/s400/DSC01231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479855480187854674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Echo reservoir with my family.  It was alot of fun.  Ashton loves playing on the beach.  He could do that all day long.  Growing up we would go to lakes often and have a blast its fun to get Ashton enjoying that in his life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxcI-EXBPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oY8MQ-bSp6Q/s1600/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxcI-EXBPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oY8MQ-bSp6Q/s400/DSC01233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479856155773043954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashton ended up with some serious lake head though, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-959121667681079509?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/959121667681079509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=959121667681079509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/959121667681079509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/959121667681079509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/06/boating-trip.html' title='Boating Trip'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxbhpUTH1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/gmjX2agcDwc/s72-c/DSC01231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-2084748970351341686</id><published>2010-06-06T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:34:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxZRuzo_LI/AAAAAAAAARc/7JZSdiahx08/s1600/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxZRuzo_LI/AAAAAAAAARc/7JZSdiahx08/s400/DSC01202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479853007760325810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a pond near bountiful to go fishing.  We went with our friends Matt and Amanda who had access to a canoe.  So we were all set to go off to see.  I was excited to take Ash out and try and get some fish.  Well, bad things happened.  With Ashton I just go in and waited for Matt to get in,  but since I wasn't able to help counter balance we flipped the canoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxaXraIXGI/AAAAAAAAARs/jmorl1iAfwc/s1600/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxaXraIXGI/AAAAAAAAARs/jmorl1iAfwc/s400/DSC01204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479854209438866530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we were soaked the boy was soaked it sucked.  My phone was in my pocket and got ruined.  So I gave the boy to Mindy and me and Matt were able to go out on the canoe.  All that and we didn't even catch anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-2084748970351341686?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/2084748970351341686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=2084748970351341686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2084748970351341686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2084748970351341686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/06/fishing-trip.html' title='Fishing Trip'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxZRuzo_LI/AAAAAAAAARc/7JZSdiahx08/s72-c/DSC01202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-6035429509318456762</id><published>2010-06-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:26:59.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxYYzRVbbI/AAAAAAAAARU/C2XMgEFd1H0/s1600/Little+Sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxYYzRVbbI/AAAAAAAAARU/C2XMgEFd1H0/s400/Little+Sister.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479852029706071474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday Mindy bought me a hamster.   We just called her little sister, couldn't think of a good name for her.  But Ashton loved her!  He really loves animals and it was nice to have one.  As you can see I'm talkng in the past tense.  Little sister has go on to a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-6035429509318456762?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/6035429509318456762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=6035429509318456762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6035429509318456762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6035429509318456762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-sister.html' title='Little Sister'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxYYzRVbbI/AAAAAAAAARU/C2XMgEFd1H0/s72-c/Little+Sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-5424181994934123370</id><published>2010-06-06T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:19:18.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxWCkpDNNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kDVVgEs8xi0/s1600/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxWCkpDNNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kDVVgEs8xi0/s400/DSC01175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479849448798631122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love our yearly trips to Bear Lake.  When we were there with Mindy's family we had a blast.  Ashton loved just playing and playing on the beach.  He would play all day long digging in the dirt.  It was so awesome to watch him start to enjoy Bear Lake as much as Mindy and I did growing up.   When we would go in for the day he would be such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxW35jPZ0I/AAAAAAAAARE/DQQKvxOpmJ8/s1600/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxW35jPZ0I/AAAAAAAAARE/DQQKvxOpmJ8/s400/DSC01177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479850364944475970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also he would be pooped at the end of the day.  He would just crash.  A day full of the sun and digging can really wear on a ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-5424181994934123370?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/5424181994934123370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=5424181994934123370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/5424181994934123370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/5424181994934123370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/06/bear-lake-2009.html' title='Bear Lake 2009'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxWCkpDNNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kDVVgEs8xi0/s72-c/DSC01175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-4282125132000023629</id><published>2010-06-06T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:12:55.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace of Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxUT8Sb8KI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pJsHbQOlUFU/s1600/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxUT8Sb8KI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pJsHbQOlUFU/s400/DSC01182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479847548180754594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mindy and I love to watch the food network, Mindy really loves the cake challenges and Ace of cakes.  So she and my sister Pam took a cake decorating class.  She loved it, and I admit it was a hobby I could really support her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxVEbx7-kI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7NV-fkqYb1E/s1600/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxVEbx7-kI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7NV-fkqYb1E/s400/DSC01166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479848381268097602" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton didn't seem to mind her hobby either.   Hmm... what other delicious class can I sign her up for next???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-4282125132000023629?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/4282125132000023629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=4282125132000023629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4282125132000023629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4282125132000023629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/06/ace-of-cakes.html' title='Ace of Cakes'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxUT8Sb8KI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pJsHbQOlUFU/s72-c/DSC01182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-1544554986963619421</id><published>2010-06-06T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:04:37.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm... French Toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxTRafY73I/AAAAAAAAAQc/rn6X1lWrToI/s1600/french+toast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxTRafY73I/AAAAAAAAAQc/rn6X1lWrToI/s400/french+toast1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479846405236911986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for breakfast one morning we decided to get Ash some french toast sticks form Burger King.   He loved them, needless to say he was a mess afterwards!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxTmjwEt8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/urfn2EK5QMY/s1600/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxTmjwEt8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/urfn2EK5QMY/s400/DSC01124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479846768500062146" 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/7408332800467502421-1544554986963619421?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/1544554986963619421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=1544554986963619421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/1544554986963619421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/1544554986963619421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/06/mmmm-french-toast.html' title='Mmmm... French Toast'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAxTRafY73I/AAAAAAAAAQc/rn6X1lWrToI/s72-c/french+toast1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-8536859686471494436</id><published>2010-06-06T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:36:50.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Animal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAw-8ZwA_mI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jQua5E16FEY/s1600/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAw-8ZwA_mI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jQua5E16FEY/s400/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479824054028402274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Don't really have a cute story to go with this, I just thought the picture was hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-8536859686471494436?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/8536859686471494436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=8536859686471494436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8536859686471494436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8536859686471494436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/06/party-animal.html' title='Party Animal!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAw-8ZwA_mI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jQua5E16FEY/s72-c/DSC01140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-1216335179898383192</id><published>2010-05-18T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:56:58.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Upstairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MpNR1USbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gCBDko2F5kw/s1600/Ash+truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MpNR1USbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gCBDko2F5kw/s400/Ash+truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472763280287353266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ashton had a great idea, he wanted to take his truck upstairs.  He got up the first couple but could  not get it up from there.  So he had a minor melt down.  He gets a lot of crazy ideas, most if not all end in tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-1216335179898383192?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/1216335179898383192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=1216335179898383192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/1216335179898383192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/1216335179898383192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-upstairs.html' title='Going Upstairs'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MpNR1USbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gCBDko2F5kw/s72-c/Ash+truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-817441137096092989</id><published>2010-05-18T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:51:41.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MoAAhx58I/AAAAAAAAAP8/8H1xSZoh4EY/s1600/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MoAAhx58I/AAAAAAAAAP8/8H1xSZoh4EY/s400/DSC01133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472761952792078274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom set up there kids pool in the backyard to let the grandkids play in the water.  All the kids loved it, except the boy.  Another activity that we thought he would love that he wasn't to happy about.  We were surprised that even seeing the other kids play in the pool and have fun he did not want to get in the pool.  But he always has had what he wants to do in his head and nothing sways him from his plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-817441137096092989?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/817441137096092989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=817441137096092989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/817441137096092989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/817441137096092989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/pool-party.html' title='Pool Party'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MoAAhx58I/AAAAAAAAAP8/8H1xSZoh4EY/s72-c/DSC01133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-6848435967836454988</id><published>2010-05-18T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:31:17.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle Jim's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAw9vLQ3-9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/TWTD8-ByLe8/s1600/Rocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAw9vLQ3-9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/TWTD8-ByLe8/s400/Rocket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479822727289764818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton had his first experience with Jungle Jim's.  It's hilarious we get so excited for new things, but Ashton never really likes the activities.  Well we first saw a quarter ride machine that was a spaceship and he was very excited to get on, so we put him on and he loved it.... until we added the money to start it.   Then he hated it.  So we went and played some of the games before we tried another ride.  The people there were nice enough to let us try the merry go round before we paid the money for the rides.  Thank goodness because he hated it as well.  So our sweet plans of fun got shot down.  Although we did have fun playing the games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-6848435967836454988?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/6848435967836454988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=6848435967836454988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6848435967836454988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6848435967836454988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/jungle-jims.html' title='Jungle Jim&apos;s'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/TAw9vLQ3-9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/TWTD8-ByLe8/s72-c/Rocket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-3858556716974675767</id><published>2010-05-18T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:38:24.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MkKDiZleI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qtlC0iIgeW8/s1600/Ashton+Playing+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MkKDiZleI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qtlC0iIgeW8/s400/Ashton+Playing+Game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472757727352165858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer the parents got a volleyball/badminton set.  It was so much fun playing that over the summer.  Aston loves to be part of the action.  We love to be together as a family, and its so much fun to find activities that we all enjoy and have fun doing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Mk0VqhrtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/p-4lN2R-9gQ/s1600/Ashton+playin+game2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Mk0VqhrtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/p-4lN2R-9gQ/s320/Ashton+playin+game2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472758453772594898" 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/7408332800467502421-3858556716974675767?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/3858556716974675767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=3858556716974675767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/3858556716974675767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/3858556716974675767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer.html' title='Summer!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MkKDiZleI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qtlC0iIgeW8/s72-c/Ashton+Playing+Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-6627688464971650524</id><published>2010-05-18T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:30:43.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Mg8Mis-bI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dBUtBjh1XFU/s1600/DSC01096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Mg8Mis-bI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dBUtBjh1XFU/s400/DSC01096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472754190716303794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Easter, Mindy bought Ashton and I matching ties.  As you can imagine getting him into a shirt and tie was no picnic.  But it was well worth it he was so cute all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Mh78W24kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xfTfaabtOD4/s1600/Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Mh78W24kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xfTfaabtOD4/s320/Easter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472755285883281986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got him this awesome Scooter.  He loves his Truck and flies around on it.  The only bad thing is when he gets his mom in his sights he likes to smash into her.  We have wood flooring and its so funny he slides around the turns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-6627688464971650524?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/6627688464971650524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=6627688464971650524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6627688464971650524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6627688464971650524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Mg8Mis-bI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dBUtBjh1XFU/s72-c/DSC01096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-3776210867834156426</id><published>2010-05-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:11:27.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo Jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Md8x7_oHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3IMqZeH0RT8/s1600/Elmo+Shirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Md8x7_oHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3IMqZeH0RT8/s320/Elmo+Shirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472750902219612274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy was born a companion of Papa Scotty's mission sent Ashton a levi Elmo jacket.  It was too big for him when he was born, but from the time we got it until the day Ashton wore it Ashton started to love Elmo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MeU073u8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/h2mQMXt1Yq0/s1600/Elmo+Shirt+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MeU073u8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/h2mQMXt1Yq0/s320/Elmo+Shirt+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472751315341261762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved his Elmo jacket. He wanted to wear it everywhere. It's funny how he just fell in love with Elmo and how much he loved his jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-3776210867834156426?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/3776210867834156426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=3776210867834156426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/3776210867834156426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/3776210867834156426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/elmo-jacket.html' title='Elmo Jacket'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_Md8x7_oHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3IMqZeH0RT8/s72-c/Elmo+Shirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-524830172396427098</id><published>2010-05-18T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:39:53.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash and Cosmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MXLEEx3nI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3OgG8ATqO3U/s1600/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MXLEEx3nI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3OgG8ATqO3U/s320/DSC01054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472743451025071730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy's bro Jade has a dog named Cosmo, and Ashton loves him.  He loves walking him around by his leash.  He loves Pam's dog too.  It was real fun watching him when he was little because he played with dogs like they were kids.   I wish Mindy and I were motivated to take care of a dog because he would love it if we had one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-524830172396427098?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/524830172396427098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=524830172396427098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/524830172396427098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/524830172396427098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/ash-and-cosmo.html' title='Ash and Cosmo'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_MXLEEx3nI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3OgG8ATqO3U/s72-c/DSC01054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-2928733254186146003</id><published>2010-05-16T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:02:16.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_BPN9NXZzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_YdcNCLrs30/s1600/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_BPN9NXZzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_YdcNCLrs30/s320/DSC01043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471960648442668850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the zoo and love to take Ash there.  This particular time he was too small too really enjoy it u&lt;img src="file:///E:/My%20Pictures/2009-03%20%28Mar%29/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" /&gt;ntil we go to the little animals.   They were more active so they kept his attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-2928733254186146003?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/2928733254186146003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=2928733254186146003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2928733254186146003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2928733254186146003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/zoo-day.html' title='Zoo Day!!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_BPN9NXZzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_YdcNCLrs30/s72-c/DSC01043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-8625307629069164722</id><published>2010-05-16T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:51:29.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERMAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_BLPG54QkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_PYCGjhXAsc/s1600/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_BLPG54QkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_PYCGjhXAsc/s400/DSC01028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471956270178648642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashton got the coolest Pj's.  They were Superman and it came with a cape that would velcro on.  It was always fun to watch our little super hero fly around the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-8625307629069164722?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/8625307629069164722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=8625307629069164722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8625307629069164722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8625307629069164722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/superman.html' title='SUPERMAN!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/S_BLPG54QkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_PYCGjhXAsc/s72-c/DSC01028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-4439518828813910932</id><published>2010-05-16T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:41:36.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Ok Ok so its been over a year since our last post, so hold on tight I'm gonna rapid fire some posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-4439518828813910932?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/4439518828813910932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=4439518828813910932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4439518828813910932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4439518828813910932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-6668199051923943656</id><published>2009-02-14T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:26:43.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeIQMpHkKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yP7nKlr9Ji4/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeIQMpHkKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yP7nKlr9Ji4/s400/DSC00968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302856898105020578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas morning was so awesome this year.  It was so fun to have a little one to watch explore his new found toys!  Ashton has just fallen in love with Elmo. He would see him on TV and get so excited.  We found this Elmo chair that laughs and shakes when you sit in it, he loves it.  Although he doesn't find much time to just sit around he is far to busy with his important business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeKs3JnNXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vESAKIKAxnU/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeKs3JnNXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vESAKIKAxnU/s400/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302859589575193970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy's parents got Ashton a horse that links up to the TV that he can jump and rock.  Christmas morning he really didn't know what to think about the horse but now he loves it.  He is so funny.  We got him a play cell phone and he will get on his horse and talk to his "friends".  But usually he gets too involved with his chatting and gets bucked off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeLGl4DvqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nyf15fk9P9A/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeLGl4DvqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nyf15fk9P9A/s400/DSC00935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302860031614762658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went Nana and Pop's  and had breakfast and opened presents. Ashton loved to watch Pop's train go around the tree. It is always fun for Ashton to go and see his trouble making partner Molly.  Those two are so cute together.   Before Ashton could walk he would just crawl after the kids longing to be part of the fun.  Now he and Molly play everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-6668199051923943656?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/6668199051923943656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=6668199051923943656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6668199051923943656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6668199051923943656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeIQMpHkKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yP7nKlr9Ji4/s72-c/DSC00968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-4965570339679476485</id><published>2009-02-14T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:10:40.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeGKO19OFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0wM3-nmLuG8/s1600-h/Ashton+and+GGR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeGKO19OFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0wM3-nmLuG8/s400/Ashton+and+GGR.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302854596593268818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Christmas!!! ha ha this has got to be the best picture ever!  This is Little Ashton (Who is not so little) with his Great Grandma and Grandpa Roesbery (GGR).  The face that GGR is pullin here is priceless.  Its one of those moments that Ashton has arched his back to get lose but the picture was snapped at just the right time.  Anyway for Christmas Eve we were with Mindy's Mom's family and it was a blast!  It's always fun to gather with family and celebrate, especially around Christmas when you not only celebrate but you remember the Savior.  We had some awesome grub and then opened presents.  It was so much fun. Ashton has a few cousins his age in the family so he has fun playing with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-4965570339679476485?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/4965570339679476485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=4965570339679476485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4965570339679476485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4965570339679476485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SZeGKO19OFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0wM3-nmLuG8/s72-c/Ashton+and+GGR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-9072038641868076910</id><published>2009-02-04T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:29:47.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYn6J_XC1HI/AAAAAAAAANs/wxKVDND2nFU/s1600-h/B+dey+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYn6J_XC1HI/AAAAAAAAANs/wxKVDND2nFU/s400/B+dey+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299041486111954034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for us to believe the little one is now one year old! He has brought so much to Mindy and My life!  I no it sounds cliche but it seems like only days ago he was born.  Time really does fly, it makes you realize how important every minute is.  Well for Ashton's birthday Mindy made him a car cake!  It turned out really good, it was Mindy's first attempt and she did great!  We had our immediate family over to help us celebrate..  Ashton was in all hisglory.  He loves having his cousins around and any family for that matter.  He loved his presents he got, thank you all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYn6VV_KzPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/mLnAVp3Vg4M/s1600-h/bday+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYn6VV_KzPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/mLnAVp3Vg4M/s400/bday+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299041681164389618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Then he got to eat his cake. He Loved every second of that.  W couldn't believ how much he ate!  It was so funny he'd get a huge hunk of cake in his hand and offer to it to anyone interested in trying it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-9072038641868076910?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/9072038641868076910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=9072038641868076910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/9072038641868076910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/9072038641868076910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYn6J_XC1HI/AAAAAAAAANs/wxKVDND2nFU/s72-c/B+dey+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-321690101098082137</id><published>2009-02-02T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:48:41.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashton the Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYci0K6Rg4I/AAAAAAAAANM/qjh0BImQrVQ/s1600-h/Fun+toy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYci0K6Rg4I/AAAAAAAAANM/qjh0BImQrVQ/s400/Fun+toy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298241766301991810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton loves to "help" I put it on quotations because sometimes his help isn't that helpful... lol.  As soon as he hears the clank of dishes he comes running and has to help you get the dishwasher ready to go.  Mindy recently started a job working form home Ashton always is trying to move the mouse to the right spot, since obviously Mindy isn't doing it right.  Also Mindy must not have good spelling or grammar because he is always hitting keys on the keyboard as well.  Mindy's parents came and stayed with us for Thanksgiving and this is the boys help he offered them to get our Christmas decorations up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-321690101098082137?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/321690101098082137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=321690101098082137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/321690101098082137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/321690101098082137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2009/02/ashton-helper.html' title='Ashton the Helper'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYci0K6Rg4I/AAAAAAAAANM/qjh0BImQrVQ/s72-c/Fun+toy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-7825228612241068913</id><published>2009-02-02T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:37:17.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcgffOcYaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jSd_dr5GENk/s1600-h/Ashton+Santa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcgffOcYaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jSd_dr5GENk/s400/Ashton+Santa+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298239211954790818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYchDYM8MmI/AAAAAAAAANE/x3f0ourWK84/s1600-h/Ashton+Santa+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYchDYM8MmI/AAAAAAAAANE/x3f0ourWK84/s200/Ashton+Santa+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298239828544729698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently had a visit from the big man himself.  Mindy was so excited to get some cute pictures of Ashton in his flannel Christmas PJs with Santa.  As Santa came down the stairs Ashton had to be with his mom, he did not trust this guy for a second.  He was holding onto Mindy really tight.  So we had Santa sit down so Ashton could get used to him.  Once we thought he was better we Let Santa take him.  He was not happy he just started crying so hard!   So we took him away from the Big guy and calmed him down and gave it a second chance, same results.  Finally we used the secret weapon... candy!  We gave Santa candy and Ashton sat on his lap pretty good after that.  It was so funny, Ashton loves food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-7825228612241068913?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/7825228612241068913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=7825228612241068913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/7825228612241068913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/7825228612241068913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2009/02/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcgffOcYaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jSd_dr5GENk/s72-c/Ashton+Santa+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-4841479895250747661</id><published>2009-02-02T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:23:07.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYccO8BTjUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CHH1QeGu1q4/s1600-h/Ashton+Sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYccO8BTjUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CHH1QeGu1q4/s400/Ashton+Sunday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298234529580027202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcd1u77FbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Htm513xQtc8/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcd1u77FbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Htm513xQtc8/s200/DSC00877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298236295594317234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alight so if you know the boy you know that if he is awake he is on the go!  This makes our Sunday experience pretty crazy!  During sacrament he always wants to go play with the other kids!  His love of others is really a blessing.  He loves to play with other kids but during sacrament that becomes a curse.  If any kids are walking by or playing nearby he has to be a part of their games!   Mindy and I recently got called as the youth teachers.  We meet in the Young Womens room but only have a handful of kids so its nice because Ashton has free reign of the huge room.  He just walks all over whille we have our lesson.  But after a long day of church all the boy wants to do is crash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-4841479895250747661?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/4841479895250747661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=4841479895250747661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4841479895250747661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4841479895250747661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2009/02/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYccO8BTjUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CHH1QeGu1q4/s72-c/Ashton+Sunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-2848330955871731806</id><published>2009-02-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:47:53.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcbfE6ifzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_17NbJlwvwE/s1600-h/Ashton+candy+bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcbfE6ifzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_17NbJlwvwE/s400/Ashton+candy+bowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298233707333844786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcjlNl2ybI/AAAAAAAAANU/mlSK0TxMWIA/s1600-h/Ashton+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcjlNl2ybI/AAAAAAAAANU/mlSK0TxMWIA/s320/Ashton+Halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298242608835250610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton loves Halloween!  I mean any holiday thats main objective is to get as much candy as possible.... What could be better!  We were a family of pirates and it was so fun to have the little one to enjoy Halloween with.  I must admit Halloween is at the top of the list of my favorite holidays.  I love the time of year and just how much fun it is to dress up.  It just seems like all Halloween is about is having fun!  I'm grateful for the wife who got all of our costumes prepared for the big day!  Ashton and I trick or treated at the houses that are connected to ours Mindy was surprised I only went to a few houses but I felt bad taking this little baby to get candy that everyone knew was just going into my belly...lol.  Next year Ashton should be way excited to get a bag of candy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-2848330955871731806?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/2848330955871731806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=2848330955871731806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2848330955871731806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2848330955871731806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2009/02/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SYcbfE6ifzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_17NbJlwvwE/s72-c/Ashton+candy+bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-1236965308146907542</id><published>2008-09-22T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:27:40.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me fishing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SNhFRU10DWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/S-Px8uY1GCw/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SNhFRU10DWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/S-Px8uY1GCw/s320/DSC00807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249021529654824290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy had his first fishing trip and definately not his last, He loved it.  We went up to a pond in Syracuse with Matt and Amanda.  The sad thing is we got skunked!  But it was alot of fun.  But I was not prepared it got really cold and I had just worn my t shirt and shorts.  Mostly because Mindy didn't bring a sweatshirt for me!  But Ashton was just so content sitting around the pond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-1236965308146907542?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/1236965308146907542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=1236965308146907542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/1236965308146907542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/1236965308146907542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-me-fishing.html' title='Take me fishing...'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SNhFRU10DWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/S-Px8uY1GCw/s72-c/DSC00807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-4050260633290355016</id><published>2008-09-22T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:32:05.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and Sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SNhHBN2_nWI/AAAAAAAAALg/cHUmX9UGoXk/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SNhHBN2_nWI/AAAAAAAAALg/cHUmX9UGoXk/s320/DSC00799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249023451926076770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we found the boy after his late night meal, He is so dang cute.  When I saw him like this I had to get a picture!  Sometimes his bottles just put him right to sleep.  He has started to crawl and roll all over and its so funny because if he finds a bottle anywhere he'll grab it and try to start chuggin!  He's been so much fun for Mindy and I and we have loved seeing his personality grow and grow.  He is the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-4050260633290355016?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/4050260633290355016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=4050260633290355016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4050260633290355016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4050260633290355016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-and-sleep.html' title='Food and Sleep!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SNhHBN2_nWI/AAAAAAAAALg/cHUmX9UGoXk/s72-c/DSC00799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-8530991863700148549</id><published>2008-09-22T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:30:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SNhGnzwH_DI/AAAAAAAAALY/GP7L_Ih8U34/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SNhGnzwH_DI/AAAAAAAAALY/GP7L_Ih8U34/s320/DSC00792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249023015421213746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been some time since we updated the blog.... I sorry!  Anywho we went to the Dimond reunion at Bear Lake and had a blast, although Mindy and I only were there Saturday night til Monday afternoon.  Work stinks!  But we had so much fun.  We took the ole boat around the lake and had a blast.   Even Backy and Mindy went for a wild tube ride!  Although Mindy got somewaht injured and me being the driver was not able to live that down for some time.  Ashton love the boat, it puts him right to sleep.  Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-8530991863700148549?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/8530991863700148549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=8530991863700148549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8530991863700148549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8530991863700148549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/09/bear-lake.html' title='Bear Lake!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SNhGnzwH_DI/AAAAAAAAALY/GP7L_Ih8U34/s72-c/DSC00792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-3163508123120598260</id><published>2008-07-31T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:48.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ9wPpNfHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aohbLtoHHBE/s1600-h/Swimming.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ9wPpNfHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aohbLtoHHBE/s200/Swimming.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229380385117142130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Twenty Fourth of July Mindy's Aunt T invited us over for a BBQ and a swim.  I of course enjoyed the food.  Especially when Troy fed me marshmallow and chocolate ( no better combination of food in the world).  Also Ashton loved the pool.  When we went to Bear Lake we thought he'd love the pool, while he liked it it wasn't as much as we thought.  But as soon as he got in the pool this time he just started splashing all over!  He loved it, unless you splashed on him, He was fine splashing on himself but would give you some hardcore stink eye if you splashed him.  After the s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ95wBhKjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rdA9M2JqSn4/s1600-h/Fireworks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ95wBhKjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rdA9M2JqSn4/s200/Fireworks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229380548427852338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wimming Ashton had his first firework show.  He just sat there and enjoyed it.  It was so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-3163508123120598260?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/3163508123120598260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=3163508123120598260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/3163508123120598260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/3163508123120598260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-party.html' title='Pool Party!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ9wPpNfHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aohbLtoHHBE/s72-c/Swimming.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-6204262027369389816</id><published>2008-07-31T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:48.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Makes us Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ8jLuGgKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k0imk5AVif0/s1600-h/Sunday+Nap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ8jLuGgKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k0imk5AVif0/s200/Sunday+Nap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229379061213986978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we went to church.  It was a pretty usual day until Mindy came and got me out of Elder's Quorom.  So I went out in the hall to find out what was up.  Our little son knows already how to escape church he had an accident and we had to go change his clothes.  Any who after church after Ashton and I were filled so heavily with the spirit we became weak and had to rest.  Mindy caught us in the act though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-6204262027369389816?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/6204262027369389816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=6204262027369389816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6204262027369389816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/6204262027369389816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/07/church-makes-us-tired.html' title='Church Makes us Tired'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ8jLuGgKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k0imk5AVif0/s72-c/Sunday+Nap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-4882858687914294659</id><published>2008-07-31T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:48.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What  Kind of People Eat This Stuff!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ6hfK7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/1v3Tux2axwI/s1600-h/puffs+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ6hfK7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/1v3Tux2axwI/s200/puffs+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229376833052164962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We fed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; boy some Cheerio like food recently it's flavored like berries. We were all excited to get him eating these so he could just sit in his chair and chow down at his leisure.  So we laid some on his tray and waited to see him stuff his face.  So we sat there and waited... and waited... and waited. Granted he loved the treat, but he just loved to smash them and throw them and do anything but  eat them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; we had to take some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;initiative&lt;/span&gt; and put it in his mouth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; pictures show the results. Not a happy camper.  Hopefully he likes em soon!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ8TcwU6rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zBOjw-4v3IM/s1600-h/Puffs%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ8TcwU6rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zBOjw-4v3IM/s200/Puffs%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229378790908816050" 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/7408332800467502421-4882858687914294659?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/4882858687914294659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=4882858687914294659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4882858687914294659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4882858687914294659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-kind-of-people-eat-this-stuff.html' title='What  Kind of People Eat This Stuff!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SJJ6hfK7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/1v3Tux2axwI/s72-c/puffs+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-2890131297999878380</id><published>2008-07-22T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:49.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade and Kirsti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIasCIOZSaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TpCgmdrfy3M/s1600-h/JadeKirstyKiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIasCIOZSaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TpCgmdrfy3M/s200/JadeKirstyKiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226053570177616290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIaocbcWXJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RwirYkoPuKc/s1600-h/Ashtonjadekirsti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIaocbcWXJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RwirYkoPuKc/s200/Ashtonjadekirsti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226049623966506130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really blessed recently we went to two weddings in two weeks! This last Saturday was Jade and Kirsti's turn.  Their wedding was awesome, they were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple.  It's awesome to be in the temple with family and the ones you love so much.  They had a Luau the night before for them it was so sweet!  They even had some Hawaiian dancers come it was really cool to watch.  Then at their reception we had a ton of fun too.  They had dancing, now Mindy and I aren't big dancers but when everyone else is dancing and having a ball you can't help but join in!  I  am glad we did it was so much fun.  We wish them the best and can't wait for Ashton to have a little Bytheway cousin! nudge nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIarNTDdVJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bx1QNK0KYVs/s1600-h/Ashton+Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIarNTDdVJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bx1QNK0KYVs/s200/Ashton+Temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226052662551467154" 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/7408332800467502421-2890131297999878380?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/2890131297999878380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=2890131297999878380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2890131297999878380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2890131297999878380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/07/jade-and-kirsti.html' title='Jade and Kirsti!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIasCIOZSaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TpCgmdrfy3M/s72-c/JadeKirstyKiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-802931245391591025</id><published>2008-07-22T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:49.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voldens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIamBMiQb5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tpAUscCAPgw/s1600-h/matt+and+amanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIamBMiQb5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tpAUscCAPgw/s200/matt+and+amanda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046957085028242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man we had an awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to go to my best buddy Matt's wedding to Amanda.  It was such an awesome experience to be there in the temple with someone you are so close to!  He was married in the Bountiful temple.  If I could have the feelings of the temple always it would be awesome!  I'm so grateful he invited Mindy and I.  You can really see the joy and love Matt and Amanda have for each other and I am excited to see them grow stronger and stronger as a couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-802931245391591025?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/802931245391591025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=802931245391591025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/802931245391591025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/802931245391591025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/07/voldens.html' title='The Voldens'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIamBMiQb5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tpAUscCAPgw/s72-c/matt+and+amanda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-334589582117562467</id><published>2008-07-22T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:49.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink Your Lunch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIair5iv5KI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tMUQM6gi2KA/s1600-h/Drink+Your+Lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIair5iv5KI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tMUQM6gi2KA/s200/Drink+Your+Lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226043292674679970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton finally got to meet his Uncle Taylor.  For those of you that don't know Taylor has been serving a mission in Baltimore.  We were so excited for him to come home and excited for him to meet Ashton.  Taylor is awesome and we are happy to have him home.  Mindy and Ashton were able to go down to St George to welcome him home over the 4th of July holiday.  Taylor fed Ashton while he was down there, but his new habit is to goof off when he should be eating, so Taylor had to get after him and tell him "drink your lunch!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-334589582117562467?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/334589582117562467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=334589582117562467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/334589582117562467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/334589582117562467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/07/drink-your-lunch.html' title='Drink Your Lunch!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SIair5iv5KI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tMUQM6gi2KA/s72-c/Drink+Your+Lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-5329595223288923230</id><published>2008-06-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:50.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyin the Lake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhNk-_KqpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nmGPl8-kllA/s1600-h/family+at+lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhNk-_KqpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nmGPl8-kllA/s200/family+at+lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217505466087287442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our son so much and just loved being on the lake with him and&lt;br /&gt;with him his Bear Lake trip. Mindy and Ashton went on a float around the lake on a tube.  He sat on the waverunner with me, mom wouldn't let him go for a ride, maybe next year.  He really seemed to enjoy all the new things he was able to try, well except the ice cold water. We are so excited for his lake trips next year and hope he will enjoy them as much as we always have.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhLxdRHQpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MiD7z8BH4Ps/s1600-h/wave+runner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhLxdRHQpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MiD7z8BH4Ps/s200/wave+runner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217503481350800018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhLnKjYWjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CUwwyPVRLUk/s1600-h/tubin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhLnKjYWjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CUwwyPVRLUk/s200/tubin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217503304528452146" 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/7408332800467502421-5329595223288923230?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/5329595223288923230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=5329595223288923230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/5329595223288923230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/5329595223288923230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/06/enjoyin-lake.html' title='Enjoyin the Lake!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhNk-_KqpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nmGPl8-kllA/s72-c/family+at+lake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-8868784004187877988</id><published>2008-06-29T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:50.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sailing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhKrAiDohI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YGJpucyGg74/s1600-h/ashton+boat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhKrAiDohI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YGJpucyGg74/s200/ashton+boat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217502271046394386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton had his first boat ride and he loved it. We headed out to "sea" and he just enjoyed himself. It was kinda choppy and windy so on the way in we would hit waves and water would splash all over him. But even with water in his face he loved his ride and by the time we almost were back to shore he had fallen asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-8868784004187877988?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/8868784004187877988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=8868784004187877988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8868784004187877988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8868784004187877988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sailing.html' title='I&apos;m Sailing!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhKrAiDohI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YGJpucyGg74/s72-c/ashton+boat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-114846031130957020</id><published>2008-06-29T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:50.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GGR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhJrgf5_GI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TF55CtNnFOI/s1600-h/ggr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhJrgf5_GI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TF55CtNnFOI/s200/ggr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217501180115680354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GGR just loves all the kids in her family and makes all of them feel so loved. While we were in the condo Mindy's cousin Trevor brought over his kids while we were there and GGR had them sit on her lap.  As you can see Ashton and Corbin loved being with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-114846031130957020?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/114846031130957020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=114846031130957020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/114846031130957020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/114846031130957020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/06/ggr.html' title='GGR'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGhJrgf5_GI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TF55CtNnFOI/s72-c/ggr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-8880586193296143439</id><published>2008-06-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:50.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm.... Candy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgOefehyHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OlKlLdL_638/s1600-h/sour+candy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgOefehyHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OlKlLdL_638/s200/sour+candy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217436085317126258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GGR (Great Grandma Roesbery) couldn't stand to see one of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgOo_6fnJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x1Szbtfc-nY/s1600-h/sour+candy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgOo_6fnJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x1Szbtfc-nY/s200/sour+candy+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217436265823050898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grandchildren go without his treat at Bear Lake so she gave Ashton a sucker in the shape of a bottle.  So we let him try it, as you can see he'd make a sour face whenever he had it. But when we'd take it away he'd reach out for it. It was so funny because he really didn't look like it was that good to him, but anyone who knows Ashton knows he can't pass up food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-8880586193296143439?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/8880586193296143439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=8880586193296143439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8880586193296143439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8880586193296143439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/06/mmm-candy.html' title='Mmm.... Candy!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgOefehyHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OlKlLdL_638/s72-c/sour+candy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-8115179433950030565</id><published>2008-06-29T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:51.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgNLjzrwDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8R1eXDuYQxE/s1600-h/ashton+in+lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgNLjzrwDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8R1eXDuYQxE/s200/ashton+in+lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217434660550459442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgMyjzhLmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IeSlZMUMG6Y/s1600-h/ashton%27s+chair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgMyjzhLmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IeSlZMUMG6Y/s200/ashton%27s+chair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217434231053037154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton went on his first vacation this last week.   We went to Bear Lake. Both Mindy and I have had family traditions of going to Bear Lake and its fun to get Ashton started on the same. Although he was not a happy camper when we stood him up in the freezing water!  But he love hangin on the beach in his little chair with his toes in the sand.  He'd just move his feet back and forth and also grab sand and let it fall from his hand. Even with a couple of all day beach trips he was really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-8115179433950030565?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/8115179433950030565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=8115179433950030565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8115179433950030565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8115179433950030565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/06/bear.html' title='Bear Lake Trip!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgNLjzrwDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8R1eXDuYQxE/s72-c/ashton+in+lake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-8518532021431834978</id><published>2008-06-29T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:51.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgL1Y6gDNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y-GPqUn3WAg/s1600-h/super+baby+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgL1Y6gDNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y-GPqUn3WAg/s200/super+baby+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217433180157512914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgLrFCu1eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NUiJLvk-TFI/s1600-h/super+baby1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgLrFCu1eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NUiJLvk-TFI/s200/super+baby1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217433003024635362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Ashton was little when we would hold him up in the air he'd lift his arms behind him and keep his legs straight with his body. We have wanted so badly to catch Super Baby on film but it's been hard with his excessive flying speeds finally we were able to capture these shots of him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-8518532021431834978?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/8518532021431834978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=8518532021431834978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8518532021431834978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8518532021431834978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-baby.html' title='SUPER BABY!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SGgL1Y6gDNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y-GPqUn3WAg/s72-c/super+baby+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-2723586867903640519</id><published>2008-05-18T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:51.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah's own "Ace of Cakes!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SDB-sM7_qEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TiUGXAN9l4Y/s1600-h/Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SDB-sM7_qEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TiUGXAN9l4Y/s200/Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201796867465128002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently Mindy has gotten hooked on the food network it all started with the show "Ace of Cakes."  It's a reality show that follows the business Charm City Cakes.  They make really awesome looking cakes and Mindy loves it.  Anyway soon she started watching the food network non stop.  From all the inspiration she was getting from all these cooking shows she really wanted to make a cake.  It just so happened that her friend Marci's birthday came up and so she set off to make her cake!  So Mindy planned out here day, she'd clean the house, do some typing and best of all make an awesome chocolate cake.  She got all her supplies together and started her cake.  Long story short it took up her whole day.  She made four round cakes and some chocolate frosting.  After stacking three round cakes she decided it was in the best interest of all involved to not add one more layer.  Talking to her throughout the process she made me very scared, but as you can see she did awesome.  I told her she needed to make a portfolio with her cake pictures so she can send it to the Charm City Cake people.  S0 if you find yourself watching the Food Network and think you see Mindy don't be surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SDB6Kc7_qAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QObX-sETtWU/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SDB6Kc7_qAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QObX-sETtWU/s200/DSC00533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201791889598031874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SDB-JM7_qDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RQHSNZKMDyM/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SDB-JM7_qDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RQHSNZKMDyM/s200/DSC00538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201796266169706546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SDB6Yc7_qBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4RD_yvzpEsY/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-2723586867903640519?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/2723586867903640519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=2723586867903640519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2723586867903640519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2723586867903640519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/05/utahs-own-ace-of-cakes.html' title='Utah&apos;s own &quot;Ace of Cakes!&quot;'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SDB-sM7_qEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TiUGXAN9l4Y/s72-c/Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-5851159335101768274</id><published>2008-05-14T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:52.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Droopy Dog Impersonation</title><content type='html'>We have be&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCt_Ec7_p4I/AAAAAAAAADk/oyr2L4CXdow/s1600-h/Puppy+Face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCt_Ec7_p4I/AAAAAAAAADk/oyr2L4CXdow/s320/Puppy+Face.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200389909193402242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en getting such a kick from how big Ashton's cheeks are getting.  For those that are familiar he reminds me of the cartoon dog Droopy.  He was a Bassett hound.  Anyway he is getting so big and he is so much fun to have in our lives.  Also check out his sweet threads supporting the Blues we bought this outfit online but it was 3-6 months and I've been so anxious for him to wear it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-5851159335101768274?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/5851159335101768274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=5851159335101768274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/5851159335101768274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/5851159335101768274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/05/droopy-dog-impersonation.html' title='Droopy Dog Impersonation'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCt_Ec7_p4I/AAAAAAAAADk/oyr2L4CXdow/s72-c/Puppy+Face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-9155538991187971266</id><published>2008-05-14T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:52.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncer Chair</title><content type='html'>A neighbor of Mindy's mom had a bouncing play chair and its sweet.  Again if you read the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCt7cc7_p3I/AAAAAAAAADc/e3z4Ht0O81I/s1600-h/Bouncer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCt7cc7_p3I/AAAAAAAAADc/e3z4Ht0O81I/s320/Bouncer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200385923463751538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; previous post about his new ride you're aware of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; or the lack there of, anyway, we had to put something underneath his feet so he can actually bounce!  but the funniest part about it as you can see in the picture is that when we put him in it he puts his arms down the hole with his body!  Its so funny the first time i saw it I could not stop laughing.  So we pull his arms out and as soon as we leave him be he puts his arms right back down, crazy kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-9155538991187971266?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/9155538991187971266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=9155538991187971266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/9155538991187971266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/9155538991187971266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/05/bouncer-chair.html' title='Bouncer Chair'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCt7cc7_p3I/AAAAAAAAADc/e3z4Ht0O81I/s72-c/Bouncer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-5631372156622859889</id><published>2008-05-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:52.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashton's First Ride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCt4Ws7_p2I/AAAAAAAAADU/2AOMOL7RUM8/s1600-h/Car+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCt4Ws7_p2I/AAAAAAAAADU/2AOMOL7RUM8/s320/Car+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200382526144620386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our boy got his set of wheels this last week.  It is a walker/bouncer that I have been waiting to get forever.  Ashton got it from Nana, Pam, and Beck.  When we first started looking at baby stuff I saw this and told Mindy if it was a boy we had to get it!  So I was way excited when my family gave it to us for a shower gift.  The only bad thing is, is that Mindy and I don't really have height genes to pass on, as you might know.  So our son is a little on the short side so he cannot touch the ground when he is in it.  So his face rest on the steering wheel, which has a horn and other buttons on it that make sounds.  So Ashton will honk the horn and play other music with his face.  Mindy and I just watched and laughed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-5631372156622859889?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/5631372156622859889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=5631372156622859889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/5631372156622859889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/5631372156622859889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/05/ashtons-first-ride.html' title='Ashton&apos;s First Ride!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCt4Ws7_p2I/AAAAAAAAADU/2AOMOL7RUM8/s72-c/Car+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-4353964610664168877</id><published>2008-05-06T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:52.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCEERyDdW_I/AAAAAAAAACs/l9Y5qiiVH2Y/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCEERyDdW_I/AAAAAAAAACs/l9Y5qiiVH2Y/s320/DSC00526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197440148502830066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton had a zoo adventure this last Saturday for cousin Hailey's birthday. He did pretty good still kinda young to really enjoy it. But there was a little cage full of mini monkey things that he really enjoyed. They were really active running all over there cage so they caught his attention. Man it is so crazy to think that lil Hailey is six years old. She has grown up s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCEEDiDdW-I/AAAAAAAAACk/u-3FOnq3_FQ/s1600-h/Zoo+Cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCEEDiDdW-I/AAAAAAAAACk/u-3FOnq3_FQ/s320/Zoo+Cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197439903689694178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o fast. It's crazy to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; think of what all has happened in my life since she's been born but still be shocked she's six.  She was and always will be a blessing in all of the Thomas' families lives.  We were all so excited to have a little baby in the family and now a little girl.  We love our Hailey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-4353964610664168877?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/4353964610664168877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=4353964610664168877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4353964610664168877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4353964610664168877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/05/zoo-adventure.html' title='Zoo Adventure!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCEERyDdW_I/AAAAAAAAACs/l9Y5qiiVH2Y/s72-c/DSC00526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-1843460690358652480</id><published>2008-05-06T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:52.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCD_dyDdW6I/AAAAAAAAACE/qf56y934BG4/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCD_dyDdW6I/AAAAAAAAACE/qf56y934BG4/s320/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197434857103121314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ashton had his first taste of food in April.  We started with rice cereal and he had a hard time swallowing it as you can see in the picture!  Then he had bananas, and his latest was squash.  It's so funny because Mindy and I always are excited to see his crazy reaction.  So we get the camera out and gather round to feed him.  Pretty much everytime he gets some food in his mouth he just looks at us like what is this then starts chowing down!  Mindy and I laugh because what do we expect our boy is an eater we should expect nothing less!  He's the cutest little boy and we love him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-1843460690358652480?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/1843460690358652480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=1843460690358652480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/1843460690358652480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/1843460690358652480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/05/food.html' title='FOOD!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCD_dyDdW6I/AAAAAAAAACE/qf56y934BG4/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-7285464562207685393</id><published>2008-05-06T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:52.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCD9fSDdW4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AGaE49NBQDs/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCD9fSDdW4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AGaE49NBQDs/s320/DSC00522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197432683849669506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was exposed to his first fight night last month and he loved it!  He was able to visit with his good friends Matt and Amanda and sit back and enjoy the fight.  He really does like when he gets company just more people to watch and comment on his every move.  Matt and I had a sweet "man" day we played some golf during the day then followed it up with a BBQ and a fight.  Could it be any better then that.  I'm sure Mindy could think of some things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-7285464562207685393?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/7285464562207685393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=7285464562207685393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/7285464562207685393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/7285464562207685393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/05/fight-night.html' title='Fight Night!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/SCD9fSDdW4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AGaE49NBQDs/s72-c/DSC00522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-50775441578783259</id><published>2008-04-06T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:53.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game on... Eh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R_l4SvfziMI/AAAAAAAAABs/GpNkNnNKjPo/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R_l4SvfziMI/AAAAAAAAABs/GpNkNnNKjPo/s320/DSC00511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186308709276682434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an awesome weekend!  We took the boy to his first hockey game.  We had been running around all day so he was pretty wore out.  We went to eat before the game, and he was pretty fussy.  So we were scared for how he'd be there.  Well as soon as we got there he was just so intrigued by all that was going on he didn't fuss.  But a little into the first period he started to doze off.  That didn't last long because the Grizz scored and the big horn went off and startled the poor kid.  But as for the game it was sweet it had everything you want in a hockey game including a overtime win for the home team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-50775441578783259?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/50775441578783259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=50775441578783259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/50775441578783259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/50775441578783259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/04/game-on-eh.html' title='Game on... Eh!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R_l4SvfziMI/AAAAAAAAABs/GpNkNnNKjPo/s72-c/DSC00511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-4180521468855098072</id><published>2008-04-06T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:53.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R_l2YvfziLI/AAAAAAAAABk/F6pt-lr-asw/s1600-h/Family+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R_l2YvfziLI/AAAAAAAAABk/F6pt-lr-asw/s320/Family+Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186306613332641970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashton had got blessed on March 30, 2008 it was awesome.  It was such a spiritual experience for the family.  I was able to bless him and it was so cool to hold my little son in my arms and to get a glimpse of his life.  He is such a great addition for Mindy and me.  We love him so much and it was great to see all our loved ones that were able to  make it.  To me looking around and feeling the spirit with family and friends really gave me a glimpse of what heaven will feel like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-4180521468855098072?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/4180521468855098072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=4180521468855098072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4180521468855098072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/4180521468855098072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/04/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R_l2YvfziLI/AAAAAAAAABk/F6pt-lr-asw/s72-c/Family+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-47341784803029205</id><published>2008-03-29T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:53.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R-8FFffziJI/AAAAAAAAABU/XdIla2Nq4Jk/s1600-h/Ashton%26Molly1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R-8FFffziJI/AAAAAAAAABU/XdIla2Nq4Jk/s320/Ashton%26Molly1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183367288039114898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R-8FF_fziKI/AAAAAAAAABc/Hba_rjX1f30/s1600-h/Ashton+Easter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R-8FF_fziKI/AAAAAAAAABc/Hba_rjX1f30/s320/Ashton+Easter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183367296629049506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we just had Easter at Nana and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; house and it was great.  It is so nice to be able to spend special time with the family we love.  Not only was just The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fam&lt;/span&gt; there but also Cousins Jim, Bob, and Cathy.  We had a blast.  We also were able to get these way cute pictures of Ashton and his cousin Molly!  Its so much fun having them so close in age.  Also our little one Ashton hit his three months mark!  It seems like everyday he's getting bigger and bigger.  Also he is getting to be so much fun.  Mindy and I can just sit and play with him all day long.  Its funny that he can't even talk but he's so entertaining.  Well I hope all of you had a good Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-47341784803029205?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/47341784803029205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=47341784803029205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/47341784803029205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/47341784803029205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R-8FFffziJI/AAAAAAAAABU/XdIla2Nq4Jk/s72-c/Ashton%26Molly1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-819267408331096987</id><published>2008-02-23T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:53.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My Sweet Stats!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R8Ca_ZjoC5I/AAAAAAAAABM/R-PiAG3Ghbs/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R8Ca_ZjoC5I/AAAAAAAAABM/R-PiAG3Ghbs/s320/DSC00434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170302786204076946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot believe our little Ashton is two months!  He's been growing so much lately.  He use to have zero meat on his bones but now he's bulking up!  He's the cutest kid, he's starting to smile at us a lot.   He's also starting to "talk" to us.  It's been so awesome to have him in our lives.  He's brought so much joy into our home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-819267408331096987?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/819267408331096987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=819267408331096987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/819267408331096987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/819267408331096987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-out-my-sweet-stats.html' title='Check Out My Sweet Stats!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R8Ca_ZjoC5I/AAAAAAAAABM/R-PiAG3Ghbs/s72-c/DSC00434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-2567759653033525591</id><published>2008-02-23T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:54.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a Star</title><content type='html'>The boy went to his first photo shoot and did so good.  He got to go with his mama and grandma B!  It was a struggle to get him to smile, because he smiles on his own time!  One thing he'll have to learn is to have a better nights sleep the day before his next one, because he fell asleep when the photographer put him on his belly for a picture!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R8CVv5joC1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/i0MG9ttfwvM/s1600-h/007039189_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R8CVv5joC1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/i0MG9ttfwvM/s320/007039189_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170297022357965650" 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/7408332800467502421-2567759653033525591?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/2567759653033525591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=2567759653033525591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2567759653033525591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/2567759653033525591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/02/hes-star.html' title='He&apos;s a Star'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R8CVv5joC1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/i0MG9ttfwvM/s72-c/007039189_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-8250993048702495129</id><published>2008-02-03T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:54.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready For Some Football!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody this is Ashton I just wanted to write about my first Super Bowl, it was awesome!  I even snuck a sweet, sweet Pepsi when no one was lookin!  I've been cheering for the Giants ever since I was born so it was so cool to see them pull it off.  Although to tell you the truth I knew they would!  I felt bad when the Giants had to trounce Dad's team the Cowboys to get where they did, but they did what they had to do!  Go Giants!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't tell my dad I was secretly cheering against the Cowboys all along!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R6aRDakvM3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fONNwupuEgg/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R6aRDakvM3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fONNwupuEgg/s320/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162973510685897586" 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/7408332800467502421-8250993048702495129?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/8250993048702495129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=8250993048702495129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8250993048702495129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/8250993048702495129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are You Ready For Some Football!!!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R6aRDakvM3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fONNwupuEgg/s72-c/DSC00401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-7117254593007215503</id><published>2008-01-19T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:54.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R5JoCaaCPSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aoB52t4K4IM/s1600-h/Ashton+and+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R5JoCaaCPSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aoB52t4K4IM/s320/Ashton+and+Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157298913950186786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R5JoC6aCPTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M03S3YdJdZE/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R5JoC6aCPTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M03S3YdJdZE/s320/DSC00379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157298922540121394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know I know we just barely did a post, but we're back!  Its the little Ashton's one month birthday!!! And he is the cutest little guy.  He has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; become mommy's little baby, and daddy's little buddy.  He is so fun to have around and brings a smile to our faces constantly.  It's been so fun for us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; his personality come out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-7117254593007215503?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/7117254593007215503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=7117254593007215503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/7117254593007215503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/7117254593007215503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R5JoCaaCPSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aoB52t4K4IM/s72-c/Ashton+and+Dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408332800467502421.post-282405051966929645</id><published>2008-01-19T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:33:54.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R5JkpaaCPRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZEvxxV8jhRc/s1600-h/Bath+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R5JkpaaCPRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZEvxxV8jhRc/s320/Bath+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157295185918573842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well we're just starting our blog!  We wanted to give everyone an opportunity to know what the heck is going on with us!  Its been awesome having the little one around he's brought a lot of joy! (and of course some stress).  So here we go with a new adventure... blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408332800467502421-282405051966929645?l=thomastimes3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/feeds/282405051966929645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408332800467502421&amp;postID=282405051966929645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/282405051966929645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408332800467502421/posts/default/282405051966929645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomastimes3.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04051633506922201771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOBOKuHI9IU/R5JkpaaCPRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZEvxxV8jhRc/s72-c/Bath+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
