<?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-5029498377378412484</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:58:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reynolds Family</title><subtitle type='html'>*Marshall*Shawna*Ryan*Brianna*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-2853798714671232714</id><published>2010-06-17T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:35:34.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorax???</title><content type='html'>I had just pulled a giant blanket out of the dryer, when Ryan sensed its cozy goodness.  So he came  running full speed on the hardwood floor in his socks and slipped hitting his side on the floor.  When I asked him where he got hurt he replied "My Thorax."  Maybe we've been reading too much James and the giant peach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-2853798714671232714?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/2853798714671232714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=2853798714671232714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2853798714671232714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2853798714671232714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2010/06/thorax.html' title='Thorax???'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-6137662612398963745</id><published>2010-03-03T22:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:06:44.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another good one!</title><content type='html'>The things that come out of this child's mouth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ryan was giving me a very hard time in Walmart about not getting what he wanted.  So tonight Marshall, Ryan, and I were talking about saving money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: Ryan do you know what it means to save money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied: Yeah like when money falls or gets lost you have to save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh not exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-6137662612398963745?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/6137662612398963745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=6137662612398963745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6137662612398963745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6137662612398963745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-good-one.html' title='Another good one!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-6645678766880312520</id><published>2010-02-27T22:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:18:18.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Conversation</title><content type='html'>While Marshall has been MIA, Ryan has been able to take his much coveted spot on the bed.  So the little man and I have had some of the best conversations the past couple of nights. &lt;br /&gt;I asked him a pretty leading question about god and he came up with the best answer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Ryan Why did God send us here to Earth"&lt;br /&gt;"because if he didn't we would have to live on a rocket ship"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-6645678766880312520?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/6645678766880312520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=6645678766880312520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6645678766880312520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6645678766880312520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2010/02/quality-conversation.html' title='Quality Conversation'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-2954102037785760939</id><published>2010-02-26T08:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:38:05.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Moms</title><content type='html'>Work makes me a better Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Take today for example, Brianna pooped her pants on the way to Pocatello from Blackfoot.&lt;br /&gt;That's not so bad you say!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, she was wearing a &lt;strong&gt;night gown!!! It wasn't pretty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now you agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;Now if I were still at home with her she would probably still be crying and I would still be yelling. However, currently I am at work and thinking that the experience was just a tiny bit funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-2954102037785760939?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/2954102037785760939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=2954102037785760939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2954102037785760939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2954102037785760939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-makes-me-better-mom.html' title='Working Moms'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-2898135971325146042</id><published>2010-02-25T16:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:19:45.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How my mind works.</title><content type='html'>For all of you who wanted a Shawna eyed view (I know that is most of you, &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; you &lt;strong&gt;Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So here goes....  Marshall told me he was going on a dirt biking trip with his buddies from work for five days in Nevada.  My first thoughts were good for him, he's got friends.  I actually thought this sincerely so I get points for that.  My next thought was he deserves this because he works hard and has put in so much overtime this last year.  I also get points for that.  However seconds later I had &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; epiphany and it was not a good epiphany.   So if Marshall gets to go on a trip with his buddies sans responsibility...    &lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO I GET!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I tried so hard to put this out of my mind, SO HARD.  Unfortunately selflessness is not an endearing quality of mine.  So I let it sink in a few days trying really hard to argue Marshall's side. &lt;br /&gt;1.  He works a 50 hour week sometimes more.&lt;br /&gt;2.  He never takes vacation time, he needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;3.  He has never gone on a trip like this before.&lt;br /&gt;4.  He normally lets me go dirtbiking with him and doesn't complain about me not being very good.&lt;br /&gt;5.  He's a great husband and father! &lt;br /&gt;     So I got by for a little while thinking Marshall deserves this, unfortunately it was only a little while.  The minute I started arguing a side for Marshall my all too cunning instincts kicked in and said what the heck, you should be arguing for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;My selfish Shawna said&lt;br /&gt;1.  I work a 30 hour week and come home and work a 138 hour week.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I never take vacation time, but I beg Marshall to so we can go somewhere as a family, because I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have NEVER gone on a trip like that before, but if I did I am sure it would include kids and diapers and yelling and lots of laundry when I finally came home.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have been pregnant the last 2 dirt biking seasons so reason four lost a lot of credibility.  And I'm really a pretty good rider, sort of, for a wife at least, okay maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;5.  This reason was hard to argue, but occassionally Marshall made it very easy to argue.  I won't go into those details on a public blog, however I will in the church foyer (two very similar entities.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So my mind got the best of me but I still had a trump card.  I would let Marshall plead his case.  So a couple nights before Marshall was to leave I played him.  I said that we should come up with ideas on how to make our relationship fair without having to resort to score taking.  For one because I could never afford to keep up with Marshall (he'll rib me for this one), and second because I once heard that sefishness was the third leading cause of divorce.  He ended up failing miserably and I mean miserably.  In fact by the end I had a lot more reasons for me going to Nevada than Marshall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is I didn't care to argue about Marshall going on a trip or anything else I just wanted to hear him tell me I was a great wife and mother and that he loved me and that it was warranted how I felt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh who am I kidding, I wanted him to tell me I was a bigger person than he was AND I wanted to go to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really I hope you have fun hunny!  Just remember I now have more points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-2898135971325146042?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/2898135971325146042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=2898135971325146042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2898135971325146042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2898135971325146042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-my-mind-works.html' title='How my mind works.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-5221583740506825990</id><published>2010-02-25T14:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:58:50.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Rearing 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/S4bseYlB4lI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zDmrBbSbR04/s1600-h/toaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442297206461817426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/S4bseYlB4lI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zDmrBbSbR04/s400/toaster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     I have devised a new strategy in rearing my children.  It is called neglect.  Those of you who know me are thinking "yeah right that's not a NEW strategy for her, that's what she's always done."&lt;br /&gt;     An example...   I am lousy at remembering to make lunch.  I just don't get hungry at that time.  Brianna on the other hand has food constantly on her mind.  So one late afternoon I spied Brianna walking into the kitchen and grabbing a spoon out of the drawer.  She then opened up the freezer got the ice cream out.  She ate it for about five minutes then put it back and threw her spoon in the sink.  I can't even get Marshall to complete all those steps.  He's great at the first two but lousy at the last two.  So I made my hypothesis (psst Julie, that means an educated guess) if I neglect my children they will, out of necessity, learn to be more self sufficient.  &lt;br /&gt;     So to continue my experiment on child raising I forgot about lunch on another occassion and was able to document another account.  I remained a silent observer while Brianna came in to the kitchen, pulled a loaf of bread off of the counter, retrieved the toaster from the cabinet, and proceeded to put the bread in the toaster, after which she very happily yelled TOAST at the top of her lungs.   &lt;br /&gt;     Eventually I may publish my findings, but as for know I will just leave you with the gist of my research.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Give a man a fish and he can eat for a day.....     ...starve your child and they'll learn to make toast, or eat ice cream, or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-5221583740506825990?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/5221583740506825990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=5221583740506825990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5221583740506825990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5221583740506825990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2010/02/child-rearing-101.html' title='Child Rearing 101'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/S4bseYlB4lI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zDmrBbSbR04/s72-c/toaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-1122584756839823367</id><published>2010-02-12T11:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:20:23.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/S3WfpmeENQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4I4dlH05mZY/s1600-h/weekend-update.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437427662169847042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/S3WfpmeENQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4I4dlH05mZY/s400/weekend-update.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah for the weekend! For your special treat I thought I would fill you all (all 6 of you that read this blog) in on how the Reynolds' have been progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marshall&lt;/strong&gt;: Cheers for the big guy! He has lost almost 25 pounds in the last 2 months. The treadmill has become his new best friend, and the kids and I have his ipod workout mix dedicated to memory. So a word to Brianna's nursery leader, Don't be surprised if Brianna begins singing Shinedown's 'The Sound of Madness' after The Itsy Bitsy Spider. But we would gladly give up 30 minutes of Marshall a day to the treadmill so he can be here well into his years. Speaking of which he'll be the big 3 6 tomorrow so Happy birthday to ya honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Not much new here. I got a new ipod nano and within minutes of it's delivery Ryan had claimed it as his "movie watching thingy." Now after 3 days of ownership I have no idea where it is. Thanks a lot Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be a better all around person, which is something easily attained because my bar is set pretty low. I've decided our food budget has been way out of control and decided to half it this month, so far so good. I've made dinner rather than buy dinner which has gone a long way in helping me save.&lt;br /&gt;I have recently become a gymboree addict, luckily I have also been listening to Dave Ramsey's radio show, so I credit the financial guru for keeping me on the wagon as far as SUPER cute children's clothes are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I also had to apologize to my mother this week. She loves to use the word "ironical", after years of hounding her that it was not a real word and she could just say ironic I finally looked it up. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry mom your right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;: We went swimming for FHE last night, I work mondays so we pick another day of the week for our FHE. Ryan has been in swimming lessons at Blackfoot pool and last night I got to see him in action. I was really impressed (wow a mom impressed by something her kid could not do before and now can.) But really I was impressed. He was actually swimming which gave me a little relief cause now that we have three kids swimming is not an easy family activity without the intervention of a lifeguard.&lt;br /&gt;My other brag for Ryan moment is last week for FhE we went to Randy's Tumbling Gym (love it.) If you refer to one of my previous posts you would probably realize this wasn't one of the safest activities I could do with my kids due to my lack of regard for their well-being. So true to my nature I asked (no told, uh no made) Ryan do a backflip into the foam pit. And to my surprise he did, without even a hesistation. He's such a cool kid.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I was driving Ryan to gymnastics and he said "&lt;strong&gt;mom your not cute&lt;/strong&gt;." I had tried really hard that day &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sad I know)&lt;/span&gt; so I said "What!" Then he replied "&lt;strong&gt;you're not awesome either&lt;/strong&gt;." So I put on my sad looking face, which prompted him to put on his mischevious grin. After a sufficient amount of time had passed with me looking forlorn he exclaimed "&lt;strong&gt;You're CUTE and AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Julie had to call me the other day because of something ryan had said. My mom was watching him and Julie was there. She told Ryan she was stealing some of grandma's pizza, so Ryan yelled "grandma Julie is stealing your pizza" to which Julie replied 'Ryan you're a snot." Ryan didn't hear her reply so Ed told Ryan what Julie had called him. Ryan calmly told Ed "that's okay Julie's uncool." Ryan really gets people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brianna&lt;/strong&gt;: I learned a new lesson this week from Brianna. Apparently you don't have to try as hard to be a mom for your 2nd and 3rd children as you do your first. Somehow magically they can learn things without being taught. I remember spending hours with Ryan trying to get him to count to three. This week Ryan and Brianna were playing hide and seek and when it was Brianna's turn to count she put her hands on her eyes to keep from peeking and said 1--2--3. Where did she learn that? Then during her next turn Ryan told her he wasn't ready yet and to keep counting and I heard a 4--5--6--7--8--10. Of course my mom took credit for her math skills stating it was because of all the times they've played bubblegum bubblegum in a dish.&lt;br /&gt;Brianna has also been doing well with potty training. She got panties for Christmas and has been sans diaper for about a month now. Sorry to Monica for the added pressure, besides it was Julie who told Jon not me, she's so uncool.&lt;br /&gt;Also thank you to Brianna's nursery leader! She has been singing songs all week which I have never sung to her. So far I have heard some very interesting reditions of twinkle twinkle and itsy bitsy spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case&lt;/strong&gt;: This baby has definately been on my good side lately. For the past 2 weeks he has been going to bed at 9:00 and not even stirring until 6:30. I believe he has been my smiliest baby and he doesn't just half smile he goes all the way. He looks like a little monkey when he smiles which most people think is so cute, unfortunately I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hate monkeys. Luckily I &lt;strong&gt;really, really&lt;/strong&gt; love Case.&lt;br /&gt;Case got a new gift this week. We brought up Brianna's old baby swing for him. Good thing Case is already a tough guy cause if not the other babies would make fun of him for chillin in a baby pink swing with sheer fabric and butterflies. More than once Brianna has shown us how jealous she is that Case has her swing and more than twice I have found her in the swing. Which wouldn't be a big deal except Case has been in there under her.&lt;br /&gt;     I was looking through pictures that my mom had taken of Case (being that Case is the third child there aren't a lot of pictures that I have taken of him) and I found one that I love.  So I put on my sidebar for your enjoyment.  The reason I love it is because it reminds me of one of those photos of professional people like bankers and university presidents.  Maybe if he ever does become a professional and has his picture on the wall of a university or bank I'll play a prank on him and switch it with the picture on my sidebar, now that would be funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for such a long post, I'm glad you hung in there until the end. Just thought I would let you know how jealous I am of you. That is why I do all these crazy things just to keep up with you and all the fun things I read about you doing on your blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-1122584756839823367?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/1122584756839823367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=1122584756839823367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/1122584756839823367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/1122584756839823367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/S3WfpmeENQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4I4dlH05mZY/s72-c/weekend-update.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-2714445751011730929</id><published>2010-01-23T15:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:27:03.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Add the Caption...</title><content type='html'>Now while I would like to add beautiful pictures of myself and family on this blog and omit the ones that cast us in a lesser light I couldn't help but post these two pictures my mom clicked of Marshall and I sitting on Santa's lap. I thought it was so ironic that both of us have pictures that we are doing something not so nice to the jolly guy. I should have a contest on whoever can come up with the best caption. Marshall is going to KILL me! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430065069768618738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/S1t3aUbQsvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Nv8-ZA8dYCw/s400/December+22,+2009+Katherine+(56).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430065078683594338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/S1t3a1owbmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LLZbLL9aOio/s400/December+22,+2009+Katherine+(81).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-2714445751011730929?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/2714445751011730929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=2714445751011730929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2714445751011730929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2714445751011730929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2010/01/add-caption.html' title='Add the Caption...'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/S1t3aUbQsvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Nv8-ZA8dYCw/s72-c/December+22,+2009+Katherine+(56).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-2669730859414269707</id><published>2010-01-22T17:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:08:15.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons I should not be a Mom!</title><content type='html'>Lately most of my conversations with people have been revolving around my general lack of concern for my children's safety (I mean heck I have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aflac&lt;/span&gt; accident policy, I might as well use it.)  So I thought perhaps I should compile a list and post it publicly on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; for your enjoyment, just as long as you promise not to call CPS, you promise right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I had to talk my son Ryan into wanting a dirt bike, and went shopping for it before he could even ride a bicycle.  Then when he learned how to ride I pushed him to go down a "too steep hill" and he fell into a thorny bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I got chastised by the Doctor I work for, because I don't have a carbon monoxide monitor.  Oh yeah and also because I am so non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chalant&lt;/span&gt; about how I handle my 2 month-old and his lack of neck support.  But he was amazed about how well he could hold his head up at this age.  You don't get that kind of neck strength if your mom is constantly helping you hold it up, the kids got to work at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Ryan is in gymnastics in a very organized and supervised program.  However I felt it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt; to buy him a mini trampoline (Thanks to my neighbor Heather's idea.)  when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ryan&lt;/span&gt; asked if we should put the safety pad around it I told him "No, it won't let you jump as high if we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ryan asked me to play soccer with him while we were upstairs in the bonus room.  So I reared back and told him to get ready cause' I was going to bring the thunder.  I reared back ready to kick the ball hard against the wall and instead of the wall it hit Brianna right in the face who was standing only eight feet away.  Now to my credit I got to her almost as fast as the ball did.  And because it was an extremely soft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nerf&lt;/span&gt; ball there wasn't even a mark on her.  It may have been because I am really not that strong but I like to think it is because the ball was really soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  We have been watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nitro&lt;/span&gt; circus lately at our house, which is a show with a crazy bunch of guys who do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;motorcross&lt;/span&gt; stunts and the like.  So I wanted to get into the action (by proxy), so I told Ryan to jump off of our second story "catwalk."  He wasn't game at first but as in bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mommism&lt;/span&gt; #1 he agreed after a little coaxing so I lifted him over the handrail and he jumped down to his father (Marshall acts innocent like he was against it but don't be fooled.)  To my credit Ryan loved it and wanted to do it again and again, to my detriment now he will probably do it by himself sooner than I should have expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember no phone calls to the authorities, cause tonight I have plans to pull out the crib mattress (cause' it's made of slick material) and take the kids on a trip down the stairs, and we don't want to be interrupted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-2669730859414269707?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/2669730859414269707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=2669730859414269707' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2669730859414269707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2669730859414269707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2010/01/reasons-i-should-not-be-mom.html' title='Reasons I should not be a Mom!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-1773681196354971742</id><published>2009-11-19T11:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:43:05.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Little Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SwWQtCn_1wI/AAAAAAAAANw/EBWiYlK4faQ/s1600/SDC10595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405886031201294082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SwWQtCn_1wI/AAAAAAAAANw/EBWiYlK4faQ/s400/SDC10595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CASE STEVEN REYNOLDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 pounds 7 ounces, 20.5 inches long, born on 11-13-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a long 9 months our little guy is here at last. Marshall and I woke up early on Friday the 13th and headed for the hospital for an induction. They started me at 8:00 and Case Steven Reynolds met us for the first time at 3:15. He was by far my easiest delivery, and we are all doing well at home. Due to the swine flu kids are not allowed in the hospital so Ryan and Brianna had to wait to see him until we came home. About an hour after we were home Ryan came to me all choked up, I asked him what the matter was because he looked close to tears and he told me that he was so happy Case was home that he wanted to cry. That was a very perfect ending to the day we brought him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405886035768105666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SwWQtToz2sI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lSeObuwJQDI/s400/SDC10605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405886051784985154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SwWQuPTiCkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TdoOARDsXwU/s400/SDC10624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405886056276738770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SwWQugCcwtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MW6JbQ6RPk0/s400/SDC10585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-1773681196354971742?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/1773681196354971742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=1773681196354971742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/1773681196354971742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/1773681196354971742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-new-little-man.html' title='Our New Little Man'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SwWQtCn_1wI/AAAAAAAAANw/EBWiYlK4faQ/s72-c/SDC10595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-5166934086188578793</id><published>2009-08-18T09:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:06:00.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Thumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SorNVNc1CgI/AAAAAAAAANo/8bqN1_nxv_s/s1600-h/SDC10455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371331269864262146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SorNVNc1CgI/AAAAAAAAANo/8bqN1_nxv_s/s400/SDC10455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SorNUvVCSeI/AAAAAAAAANg/J0V7MBXhkko/s1600-h/SDC10448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371331261778512354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SorNUvVCSeI/AAAAAAAAANg/J0V7MBXhkko/s400/SDC10448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SorNUITNWcI/AAAAAAAAANY/6fCWhg6ibRU/s1600-h/SDC10440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371331251301865922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SorNUITNWcI/AAAAAAAAANY/6fCWhg6ibRU/s400/SDC10440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been counting down the days until we could get Ryan a dirtbike since he was born. This summer the time finally came. We jumped the gun a little and bought him his bike before he knew how to ride a bicycle without training wheels and he seemed a little short on his dirtbike, with his feet not quite able to touch the ground. Well, to my surprise he mastered his bicycle in a few short days and a week later was riding his dirtbike with no help at all. He has been riding for a couple weeks now so I decided we should take him up to a little riding hill not far from where we live. He did awesome! He did so good that I talked him into going down a hill that ended up being a little too much for him and he crashed at the bottom. After his crash down the hill he wasn't riding so well and seemed to lose a lot of confidence. Later I found that the real reason he wasn't riding well. He bent his handle bars when he crashed down the hill. Ooops! We still had a lot of fun and I am proud of Ryan for being so tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-5166934086188578793?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/5166934086188578793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=5166934086188578793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5166934086188578793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5166934086188578793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-been-coutning-down-das-until-we.html' title='My Little Thumper'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SorNVNc1CgI/AAAAAAAAANo/8bqN1_nxv_s/s72-c/SDC10455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-8269143428382604497</id><published>2009-05-15T10:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:54:02.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/Sg2dOlS4xmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A54K5J1VGJo/s1600-h/SDC10343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336094007358965346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/Sg2dOlS4xmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A54K5J1VGJo/s400/SDC10343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Weekend I built a fort for Ryan and we put a little bed in it.  He wanted be to lay down by him, so while we were laying there I asked him what we should name his fort.  He replied "Uh, maybe the Awesome Man Fort, with Ladies in it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I asked Ryan what would happen if we never went to sleep again, thinking he would reply we would get tired.  Instead he said "Santa would be very sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-8269143428382604497?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/8269143428382604497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=8269143428382604497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/8269143428382604497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/8269143428382604497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2009/05/fort-ryan.html' title='Fort Ryan'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/Sg2dOlS4xmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A54K5J1VGJo/s72-c/SDC10343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-5756301616429457197</id><published>2009-03-31T08:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:51:31.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you Guess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture Ryan drew of me the other day.  See if you can guess what we are trying to let everyone know.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SdItgt_aAFI/AAAAAAAAANI/iwffENOhgF4/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319364150002581586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SdItgt_aAFI/AAAAAAAAANI/iwffENOhgF4/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-5756301616429457197?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/5756301616429457197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=5756301616429457197' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5756301616429457197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5756301616429457197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-guess.html' title='Can you Guess?'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SdItgt_aAFI/AAAAAAAAANI/iwffENOhgF4/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-8260826622701645707</id><published>2009-02-22T21:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:20:14.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan drew on himself with his markers the other day so before I put him in the bath I gave him some pretty awesome whiskers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305852475722284578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SaIstw4NviI/AAAAAAAAAMA/D-PTIrbyk2Y/s400/SDC10164.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306213848520978962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SaN1YbdZ8hI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IIa0ezpeQuE/s400/SDC10185-1_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you see any resemblance?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-8260826622701645707?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/8260826622701645707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=8260826622701645707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/8260826622701645707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/8260826622701645707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father Like Son'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SaIstw4NviI/AAAAAAAAAMA/D-PTIrbyk2Y/s72-c/SDC10164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-1698505344305989819</id><published>2009-01-09T20:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:48:12.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love having a little girl! Today I really got in the Valentine's Day mood (I know it's early) and made Brianna a Valentine's tutu. The Valentine's tutu was purposely made large to grow into so I made her an extra tutu that would fit her now. She also had to have a hairbow to match so I made four, man I love having a little girl.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWgZlrYTPBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/w1YqXgdBzYc/s1600-h/SDC10155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289505897437150226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWgZlrYTPBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/w1YqXgdBzYc/s400/SDC10155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWgWsc-h_4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/64MBC_1nN-M/s1600-h/SDC10160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289502715295170434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWgWsc-h_4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/64MBC_1nN-M/s400/SDC10160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-1698505344305989819?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/1698505344305989819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=1698505344305989819' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/1698505344305989819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/1698505344305989819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-having-little-girl-today-i.html' title='Valentines already!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWgZlrYTPBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/w1YqXgdBzYc/s72-c/SDC10155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-7858011678876035364</id><published>2009-01-08T09:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:26:38.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...to shine for him each day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWYoG0H2AmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/90P90bXpCbo/s1600-h/SDC10109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288958909929095778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWYoG0H2AmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/90P90bXpCbo/s400/SDC10109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Introducing the newest &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunbeam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the block.  Ryan is so happy to finally be in primary, now he has his own class rather than tagging along with his mom and dad to their classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-7858011678876035364?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/7858011678876035364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=7858011678876035364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/7858011678876035364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/7858011678876035364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-shine-for-him-each-day.html' title='...to shine for him each day.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWYoG0H2AmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/90P90bXpCbo/s72-c/SDC10109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-613003366465737609</id><published>2009-01-04T14:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:17:38.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding in the Driveway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently you don't need a hill to go sledding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you need is one of these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287563948948778626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWEzZZhA7oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QNLv5cF6Vr0/s400/SDC10064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...a sled...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287563957331940946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWEzZ4vt1lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/clPBWshP7po/s400/SDC10066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...and someone to test it out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287563963102382226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWEzaOPfyJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/TP9zK77M-rY/s400/SDC10081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Yeah, it helps to have an awesome daddy to do it all for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287563971762468866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWEzaugOOAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xQzMRQEvhIo/s400/SDC10078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-613003366465737609?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/613003366465737609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=613003366465737609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/613003366465737609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/613003366465737609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2009/01/sledding-in-driveway.html' title='Sledding in the Driveway'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SWEzZZhA7oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QNLv5cF6Vr0/s72-c/SDC10064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-104996270188455949</id><published>2008-12-26T20:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:17:58.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Reynold's Family hopes everyone had a great Christmas, and we wish you a happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SVWmxOkPG0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/terirQVaems/s1600-h/SDC10007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284313102443027266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SVWmxOkPG0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/terirQVaems/s320/SDC10007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Ryan first woke up on Christmas Morning he skipped right past his pile of presents from Santa because he was more excited to move the poinsettia to the Christmas Day stocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SVWmwhgSb7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ejg0eWzlZgg/s1600-h/SDC10015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284313090346872754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SVWmwhgSb7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ejg0eWzlZgg/s320/SDC10015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brianna was much more fun than I had anticipated her being for her first Christmas. She absolutely loved our Christmas Eve dinner and was all smiles with every present she opened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-104996270188455949?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/104996270188455949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=104996270188455949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/104996270188455949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/104996270188455949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SVWmxOkPG0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/terirQVaems/s72-c/SDC10007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-3537021818254142337</id><published>2008-11-12T18:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:55:33.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Friendly Neighorhood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had some halloween make-up crayons that I bought to put whiskers on Brianna for a Halloween costume. Well they didn't get used but they did get opened so I went to throw them away and thought why does it have to be Halloween to have some make-believe fun. So Ryan was a very willing participant and let me go through two different spider-man faces. The second time he wasn't as still and neither was the camera taker (sorry for the blurry picture.) Daddy sure was surprised to come home and find his wife saved by the friendly neighborhood spider-man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267952889199909858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRuHPe5A2-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/vaEq09mfiVA/s400/IMGP0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRuHPx6b0UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BvtbUgCksBE/s1600-h/IMGP0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267952894306144578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRuHPx6b0UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BvtbUgCksBE/s400/IMGP0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-3537021818254142337?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/3537021818254142337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=3537021818254142337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/3537021818254142337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/3537021818254142337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-friendly-neighorhood.html' title='Your Friendly Neighorhood...'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRuHPe5A2-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/vaEq09mfiVA/s72-c/IMGP0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-6484212551346517199</id><published>2008-11-07T14:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:11:07.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very Late Halloween Post</title><content type='html'>So I never EVER take pictures. I just prod my camera happy mother to take all the pictures I want with the intention of having her send them to me on disc or something. Unfortunately my laziness for picture taking translates into laziness for getting copies of the pictures my mom takes. So these are some of the pictures she posted to her blog of my family on Halloween. I know they are late so enjoy, or don't either way I completely understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266036762950016706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRS4iQXInsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tT0lGbW0aJY/s400/IMGP9737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ryan went as a motorcross guy. I bought him some riding gear a year ago for 80% off and he has yet to grow into it so it made a great costume, very thrifty and he loved it. He was most excited about putting mom's eyeshadow on his face to look like dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266036774423257186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRS4i7GkYGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jZrdbYQp8Vo/s400/IMGP9703.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For Brianna's costume I had a jersey that Ryan used to wear when he was two and it ended up fitting her very well. I just added a pair of Ryan's old red nikes, some jeans, and one of the world's largest hair bows, cause you know without it I would have had a lot of what a cute boy comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266036780003567058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRS4jP5BJdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xuHSySEnhAE/s400/IMGP9680.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here we are as a family. Marshall hates this picture, I think we are going to buy a treadmill because of it. But it was a fun halloween with Julie's in-laws and I didn't have to spend hardly a dime, and I have already bought the kid's costumes for next year from gymboree for 70% off. We'll see if they wear them, or if my grand plan for my family themed mario party comes to fruition (me-mario, marshall-liugi, Ryan-bowser, brianna-mushroom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-6484212551346517199?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/6484212551346517199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=6484212551346517199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6484212551346517199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6484212551346517199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-late-halloween-post.html' title='A very Late Halloween Post'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRS4iQXInsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tT0lGbW0aJY/s72-c/IMGP9737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-9008207626478176902</id><published>2008-11-07T14:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:35:35.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetheart Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Each person answers questions about their sweethearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the post, the person then tags 6 people and posts their names; then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment, letting them know they have been tagged.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRS0J8F-MwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SIcBXrSMfAA/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266031947145949954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRS0J8F-MwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SIcBXrSMfAA/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your husbands name? Marshall Steven Reynolds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long have you guys been married? 5 years 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long did you date? We dated for about a year before we were engaged and then married 3-4 months later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is he? 34 a whopping 8 years older than me. When we lived in our last house the young boys in our neighborhood thought I was his daughter. That is a card I play rather often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is taller? He is but only by about A WHOLE FOOT. I never notice this until I see us walking together in a mirror, we are definately an odd couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who can sing best? Maybe it should be asked who sings worse. And that is my asnwer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is smarter? I have a better memory, but Marshall is very good an analysis, and that is why he is an engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who does laundry? I do always, but Marshall bought me a smokin' red hot washer and dryer set so I don't complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who pays the bills? I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do,and always have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who mows the lawn? In our entire married life we have lived in eight different places and only once had a yard to mow and I did the mowing, but now that we have an acre and a half Marshall wants to do the mowing but only if he can get a mini-tractor to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cooks dinner? I do, but Marshall does have a few dishes that he will whip up if he needs to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? When we argue he always tells me "You can never admit you're wrong". To which I reply DITTO. We're working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who kissed who first? Marshall kissed me first, he even asked my permission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wears the pants? He wears the pants, and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Koreen for the Tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag Julie, Cindy, Monica, Nanette, Amanda, and Katherine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-9008207626478176902?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/9008207626478176902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=9008207626478176902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/9008207626478176902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/9008207626478176902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweetheart-tag.html' title='Sweetheart Tag'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SRS0J8F-MwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SIcBXrSMfAA/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-3689989413698282049</id><published>2008-10-16T21:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:02:29.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting our HEADS together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPgNS5_x-NI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EVtcBjyWwJc/s1600-h/IMGP0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ryan and I put our Heads together and made some "Hair Raising" cupcakes. I played the role of cake decorator and camera woman, while Ryan played the role of brain Surgeon/ Mad Scientist/ Cupcake eater. They were really easy just a cake mix, can of frosting, red + yellow + green food coloring, plastic bag, and mad scientist and you too can make brain cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257967192490386706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPgNTb0MJRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KeeVTn95efc/s400/IMGP0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is the Specimen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257967183412197586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPgNS5_x-NI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EVtcBjyWwJc/s400/IMGP0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is the Mad Scientist ready for experimentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPgNTC9NOSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SGDI-UNN9go/s1600-h/IMGP0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257967185817319714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPgNTC9NOSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SGDI-UNN9go/s400/IMGP0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MWAA HA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPgNTlB2SnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/eMQXFRMB5Rk/s1600-h/IMGP0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257967194963593842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPgNTlB2SnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/eMQXFRMB5Rk/s400/IMGP0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween from the Reynolds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-3689989413698282049?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/3689989413698282049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=3689989413698282049' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/3689989413698282049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/3689989413698282049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/10/putting-our-heads-together.html' title='Putting our HEADS together'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPgNTb0MJRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KeeVTn95efc/s72-c/IMGP0675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-1286362821901406903</id><published>2008-10-12T16:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:43:02.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Families Can be Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPJ1QD27C4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pemqunkmEbM/s1600-h/5360_SaltLakeUT_hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256392633868815234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPJ1QD27C4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pemqunkmEbM/s400/5360_SaltLakeUT_hr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marshall and I had a very excellent weekend. We spent most of it doing church related activities. For starters we hadn't been to the temple for very long time (blush) so we decided to go Friday at 10:00 in the morning. We thought it would be slow at that time so we could breeze through. Well just like everytime a temple trip gets planned there were a hundred things that happened that made us question whether we should stay home and handle the problems that arose or forget them and go. We made the right choice and went to the temple and had the best experience ever so we decided to stay and do some sealings afterwards. Marshall's parents had graciously accepted the task of babysitting so we knew the kids were in good hands to leave that long. Then when we returned home they helped us work on the deck that we are building. We really appreciated the help and the yummy dinner Jan made for us that evening. After they left Marshall and I cuddled up to watch the movie "Cinderella Man." This was a great movie and very appropriate for the current economic climate (eek). The next day we were priveledged to attend the baptism and blessing of my cousins children. And if RaeLynn reads this tell Scott we really enjoyed his talk, he even had Ryan listening very intently. Afterward we went to a get together at Todd and Wendy's new and very beautiful home. It was so nice to visit with relatives. It reminded me of the old days when grandma was still here and we would get together. The Briscoes are some of the funnest people out there. So thanks to Jana and Wendy for getting it all together. And to top it off we had a very good Sunday. So even in a time when the economy looks bleak we will always have our family there to fall back on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this quote online and thought it said a great deal in a few words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-1286362821901406903?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/1286362821901406903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=1286362821901406903' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/1286362821901406903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/1286362821901406903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/10/families-can-be-together.html' title='Families Can be Together'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SPJ1QD27C4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pemqunkmEbM/s72-c/5360_SaltLakeUT_hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-2389878061990063547</id><published>2008-10-09T10:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:50:00.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I feel kinda bad for making fun of a little girl just cause' she is wearing a ridiculously huge turkey head band. I guess the reason I feel so bad is cause' I too have my own Thanksgiving skeletons in the closet. Just a warning to Julie before she looks at this picture- put your depends undergarments on now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on thanksgiving, way back when, when I decided to make my own turkey costume out of construction paper complete with turkey tail and turkey lips. I love my awesome mullet/helmet hair, even my dog looks embarrassed to be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SO41ZVOHYsI/AAAAAAAAAII/ONIZtEukSto/s1600-h/172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255196524497298114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SO41ZVOHYsI/AAAAAAAAAII/ONIZtEukSto/s400/172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-2389878061990063547?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/2389878061990063547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=2389878061990063547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2389878061990063547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2389878061990063547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-clean.html' title='Coming Clean'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SO41ZVOHYsI/AAAAAAAAAII/ONIZtEukSto/s72-c/172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-5893697538437540517</id><published>2008-10-08T14:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:57:18.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SO0c_vUicVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/x45y2TKtEyw/s1600-h/img76m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254888221571182930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SO0c_vUicVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/x45y2TKtEyw/s400/img76m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was surfing the net and happened to go to pottery barn kids cause' there stuff is so cute (but I never buy anything cause' I am too cheap), anyway I came across this picture.  Reason number one why it is weird is cause' who on earth wears a turkey headband this big!!! It is cute but come on.  Reason nuber two why it is weird is cause it looks just like my niece Maren (becky's daughter.  I knew Becky was into felting but I didn't think she had taken it this far J/K.  Anywho this post is mainly written just to make Julie fall off her chair laughing cause we've talked about the hilarity of ridiculously large thanksgiving headbands before.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-5893697538437540517?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/5893697538437540517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=5893697538437540517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5893697538437540517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5893697538437540517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SO0c_vUicVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/x45y2TKtEyw/s72-c/img76m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-9176079916270102021</id><published>2008-09-19T17:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:51:18.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu-Tu much Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SNQ5NH8IvtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KxtJG32lRAk/s1600-h/IMGP9446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247882363425832658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SNQ5NH8IvtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KxtJG32lRAk/s400/IMGP9446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marshall had the day off and went up to St. Anthony to help on the farm so the kids and I headed to Grandma Katherine's house to make frilly things. Ryan and Timmy (Julie's son) were great they played outside the whole time so we could get our craft on. It was fun to visit with my mom and sister and at the same time make my little girl uber girly things. We made Brianna and Natalie (Julie's baby girl, 10 days older than Brianna) matching tutus and hair bows, and I was this close to making them matching bracelets but I left the beads at home (sorry Nat). I thought the two girls would hate wearing such big itchy tutus but they actually loved it. Probabaly because Brianna had her's in her mouth most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie was cuter in most of the pictures but come on Brianna's my princess, I gotta cater to her (sorry again Nat, but heck you're still stinkin' cute in this one too). Brianna kinda looks like Marshall in a tutu (I oughta see if Marshall looks this good with one on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SNQ5Nbd3sjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dio7ybeKqA4/s1600-h/IMGP9401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247882368667595314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SNQ5Nbd3sjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dio7ybeKqA4/s400/IMGP9401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-9176079916270102021?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/9176079916270102021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=9176079916270102021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/9176079916270102021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/9176079916270102021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/09/tu-tu-fun.html' title='Tu-Tu much Fun'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SNQ5NH8IvtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KxtJG32lRAk/s72-c/IMGP9446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-3390500600588210781</id><published>2008-09-12T17:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:45:31.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No School Like the Pre-School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SMr5vvkKvbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VtH-disc3aQ/s1600-h/Preschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245279314643697074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SMr5vvkKvbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VtH-disc3aQ/s320/Preschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I did it! I always said three was too young for preschool and guess who is the Mom one of the handsomest preschoolers this side of the mississipi? That's right Ryan started preschool on September 3rd. He was pretty sketchy about it at first, but now he looks forward to seeing Miss Brenda and Crispy (really it is Crystal but he accidently called her crispy and I laughed, so now he thinks he is hilarious). Last week when I picked him up I found out he already has a best friend named Jackson and I've been told that they already can't sit by each other because they are a little disrupting (that brings back all those memories of getting my report card back with comments all over it saying TALKS TOO MUCH IN CLASS). Marshall and I had a discussion about this cause' I am of the mind frame that as long as the talking is somewhat contributing to the class and kinda funny it's okay, he didn't much agree with me. Somehow I don't think a three year old's outburst has much to contribute to the class. Here is a sample conversation of what I think it may go like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Does anyone know what sound the letter A makes?&lt;br /&gt;Kid 1: Hey Teacher I have a Dog&lt;br /&gt;Kid 2: I have a Dog too!&lt;br /&gt;Kid 3: My Pants are wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;: The letter A make a Fart Sound! HaHaHa (that is him laughing at himself)&lt;br /&gt;Kid 3 again: I think I pottied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Goodness for pre-school teachers! Well Here's to hoping Ryan can make it the entire year without me getting a call that i need to bring an extra pair of pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-3390500600588210781?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/3390500600588210781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=3390500600588210781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/3390500600588210781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/3390500600588210781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-i-did-it-i-always-said-three-was.html' title='No School Like the Pre-School'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SMr5vvkKvbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VtH-disc3aQ/s72-c/Preschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-3636543937141957858</id><published>2008-09-03T20:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:25:29.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose a Bet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SL9T7iIUr6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/WT1B4rBiu50/s1600-h/4+individual+(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242000773521649570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SL9T7iIUr6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/WT1B4rBiu50/s400/4+individual+(16).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking through some old pictures of us and I came across this one.  I laughed until I had a gut ache at marshall's awesome "stache".  I don't remember what the bet was about all I remember was that Marshall lost and the consequence included a fu manchu, unfortunately this facial hair goodness only lasted one day before the cold steel hit the face.  Good Times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-3636543937141957858?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/3636543937141957858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=3636543937141957858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/3636543937141957858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/3636543937141957858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/09/lose-bet.html' title='Lose a Bet?'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SL9T7iIUr6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/WT1B4rBiu50/s72-c/4+individual+(16).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-8039168226385959595</id><published>2008-07-18T19:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:29.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite "Office" quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SIFLaeXDIMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lu_88O6KzHU/s1600-h/the-office-final-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224539960924905666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SIFLaeXDIMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lu_88O6KzHU/s400/the-office-final-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael: I'm not superstitious, but I'm a little stitious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael: What happens to a company if somebody takes a boss away? I will answer your question with a question. It's like, what happens to a chicken when you take its head away? It dies. Unless you find a new head. I need to see which one of these people have the skills to be a chicken head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael: Wikipedia is the best thing ever. Anyone in the world can write anything they want about any subject, so you know you are getting the best possible information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dwight: No, don't call me a hero. Do you know who the real heroes are? The guys who wake up every morning and go into their normal jobs, and get a distress call from the commissioner, and take off their glasses and change into capes, and fly around fighting crime. Those are the real heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dwight: I saw “Wedding Crashers” accidentally. I bought a ticket for “Grizzly Man” and went into the wrong theater. After an hour, I figured I was in the wrong theater, but I kept waiting. Cause that’s the thing about bear attacks…they come when you least expect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim: After you, sirDwight: No thank you, I never let anyone walk behind me. 7 out of 10 attacks are from the rear.Jim: Okay, that still leaves a 30% chance that I'll attack you from the front.Dwight: Uh, yeah, but it'll be easier to stop. I can always block the blow and counter it - (Jim slaps him and walks away smiling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dwight: What is Michael Scott's greatest fear?Ryan: Loneliness... maybe women.Dwight: Wrong. Michael Scott isn't afraid of anything. [pause] Also, I would have accepted 'snakes.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-8039168226385959595?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/8039168226385959595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=8039168226385959595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/8039168226385959595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/8039168226385959595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-favorite-office-quotes.html' title='My Favorite &quot;Office&quot; quotes'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SIFLaeXDIMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lu_88O6KzHU/s72-c/the-office-final-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-5989801798230042231</id><published>2008-07-13T20:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:30.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Ryan has been going through a crazy stage lately and I have been having a rough go at it. So I thought I would take a trip down memory lane to remeber how sweet and innocent Ryan used to be. Ok so he was never really that sweet or innocent but it was fun to remember all the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was Ryan helping us put the trim up on the first house we built in chubbuck. What kind of parents give a two year old a nail gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SHq7MNVEucI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YkBRdFbKqiA/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222692536300386754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SHq7MNVEucI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YkBRdFbKqiA/s400/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't remember the occasion but this was at Julie's house and we thought the bandage on his head went well with the motocross jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SHq5vq8rLtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H2wgiTShwbA/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222690946523279058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SHq5vq8rLtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H2wgiTShwbA/s400/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marshall had some training for his work so Ryan and I went with him to Seattle. This was taken at Cindy's house on Ryan's 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SHq5NkMP8TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/184vUTvVbcA/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222690360594002226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SHq5NkMP8TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/184vUTvVbcA/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was when Ryan was 22 months old and insisted on wearing his mommy's shoes. He was mad because I told him they looked funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SHq3rHXFdwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/p-Zez4lXy-4/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222688669227644674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SHq3rHXFdwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/p-Zez4lXy-4/s400/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, THE MEMORIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-5989801798230042231?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/5989801798230042231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=5989801798230042231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5989801798230042231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/5989801798230042231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/07/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SHq7MNVEucI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YkBRdFbKqiA/s72-c/IMG_0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-93981491055052929</id><published>2008-07-01T11:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:31.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGpvyIK6kNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8P-GpyIyUCQ/s1600-h/IMGP0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218106025239548114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGpvyIK6kNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8P-GpyIyUCQ/s320/IMGP0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGpvywGwToI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Faygq2fdQ4s/s1600-h/IMGP0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218106035959516802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGpvywGwToI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Faygq2fdQ4s/s320/IMGP0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGpvzS0LrGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uuqstSTVnNE/s1600-h/IMGP0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218106045276859490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGpvzS0LrGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uuqstSTVnNE/s320/IMGP0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGpv2GTv6gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LI0lh6VecLw/s1600-h/IMGP0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218106093459204610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGpv2GTv6gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LI0lh6VecLw/s320/IMGP0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For FHE last night we played a cute game that Marshall brought home and then made Eagles using our hand prints as wings. It would have been funner if Ryan wouldn't have insisted on not sharing the only pair of scissors we had (and learning to share was part of the game we had just played). Oh how fun kids can be. I think they turned out pretty cute, except Brianna's looks more like a turkey. I did this because I remembered how excited I would be as a kid when my mom would decorate the house and put out the homeade decorations that I had done. I also wanted Ryan and Brianna to see how little their hands used to be. The big one is Marshall's hands with my hands on top, and i think I like that layered look a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-93981491055052929?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/93981491055052929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=93981491055052929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/93981491055052929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/93981491055052929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-fhe-last-night-we-played-cute-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGpvyIK6kNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8P-GpyIyUCQ/s72-c/IMGP0562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-2553407252318689777</id><published>2008-06-30T09:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:32.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGj8N7HWOoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rWWFEJhCdI0/s1600-h/IMGP0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGj8N7HWOoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rWWFEJhCdI0/s1600-h/IMGP0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217697484445727362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGj8N7HWOoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rWWFEJhCdI0/s320/IMGP0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went fishing on Saturday. Ryan absolutely loves fishing. We have been 3 or 4 times this year and never got so much as a bite but he still loves it and has gotten pretty good at casting. Marshall is a great fishing dad, he spends more time putting another worm on ryans hook and getting his line unstuck than he does with his own pole in the water. And Brianna and I just hang out and watch the circus that plays out before us. It actually turns out to be pretty relaxing and we'll probably go again sometime this week now that we live on the river and fishing spots are so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGj-GDxjQPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dAHHXFDDnkc/s1600-h/IMGP0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217699548354527474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGj-GDxjQPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dAHHXFDDnkc/s400/IMGP0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brianna- just relaxin' in my lap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGj-GUKgm0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/OlIdV8GUfIU/s1600-h/IMGP0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217699552754178882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGj-GUKgm0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/OlIdV8GUfIU/s400/IMGP0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan- reeling in his little fishy lure.  He would get excited everytime he reeled it in and say "yeah I caught a little fishy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-2553407252318689777?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/2553407252318689777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=2553407252318689777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2553407252318689777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2553407252318689777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/06/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGj8N7HWOoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rWWFEJhCdI0/s72-c/IMGP0527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-6950889807132691084</id><published>2008-06-26T22:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:32.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGRvvudTqVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NPhi6ausbLU/s1600-h/IMGP0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216417134117366098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGRvvudTqVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NPhi6ausbLU/s200/IMGP0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WooHoo!!! I'm finally done with my masters presentation. Now I can start blogging again. I had to write a paper which ended up being 21 pages and then give an hour long presentation followed by an hour long session of questions. And now it is all over thank goodness. As you can see in the picture Brianna is pretty excited that I'm done too. Unfortunately she had her 2 month appointment today and had to get three shots, so she doesn't feel too well right now. She is now 22 and 3/4 inches and 11 lbs 4 oz. Ryan had his 3 year check-up today too. He weighs 34 lbs. and measures 38 1/2 inches. The clinic realized they had forgot to give him his 18 month immunizations so he got surprised with two shots today and he was soooo tough. You could see he wanted to cry after the shots but he just bit his lip and stayed tough. I was so proud of him, and ten seconds after the shots were over he jumped off the table beaming with a huge smile on his face, he even thanked the nurses for giving him shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-6950889807132691084?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/6950889807132691084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=6950889807132691084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6950889807132691084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6950889807132691084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SGRvvudTqVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NPhi6ausbLU/s72-c/IMGP0427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-77652579448243693</id><published>2008-06-15T21:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:32.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SFXli7AfClI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rSIoTj5rQuI/s1600-h/IMGP0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212324531869256274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SFXli7AfClI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rSIoTj5rQuI/s400/IMGP0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Marshall had a great idea of taking a family picture of us in front of our house using the tripod and the camera's self-timer, so we set out side while we still had light.  When we set the camera up our neighbors were walking by so we started talking to them and as you can see in the picture there wasn't any light left when we were through visiting.  Our family moved into this house on April 30 and we haved loved everything about it especially our neighbors.  They have all been super great and have been a lot of help to us, especially after we had Brianna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-77652579448243693?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/77652579448243693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=77652579448243693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/77652579448243693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/77652579448243693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-new-house.html' title='Our New House'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SFXli7AfClI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rSIoTj5rQuI/s72-c/IMGP0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-8484205601718209679</id><published>2008-06-09T10:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:34.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash...</title><content type='html'>Last night Ryan and his sister got ready for bed together by sharing a bath.  Ryan decided he needed a lot of bubbles so he dumped whatever he could get his hands on into the tub (including my conditioner). Bathtime is Brianna's favorite activity- she absolutely loves it, she could stay in there all day- but I get too nervous to let her go without a diaper for too long. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SE1XCARZSrI/AAAAAAAAADk/sQj9mHYqO8A/s1600-h/IMGP0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209916035881847474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SE1XCARZSrI/AAAAAAAAADk/sQj9mHYqO8A/s320/IMGP0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan thought it was neat to have a friend in the tub.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SE1XDMEBaKI/AAAAAAAAADs/vQMjNzTG9X0/s1600-h/IMGP0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209916056226850978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SE1XDMEBaKI/AAAAAAAAADs/vQMjNzTG9X0/s320/IMGP0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They both had bubble-do's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SE1XD7PtZPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GbZSuHX2JSU/s1600-h/IMGP0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209916068892337394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SE1XD7PtZPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GbZSuHX2JSU/s320/IMGP0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just Relaxin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SE1XEjX-UHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LdcuH44AJLY/s1600-h/IMGP0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209916079664418930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SE1XEjX-UHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LdcuH44AJLY/s320/IMGP0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brianna was content as could be after her relaxing bubble-bath, I feel like bathing her everynight if she gets this content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-8484205601718209679?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/8484205601718209679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=8484205601718209679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/8484205601718209679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/8484205601718209679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/06/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash...'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SE1XCARZSrI/AAAAAAAAADk/sQj9mHYqO8A/s72-c/IMGP0369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-6220787938133990548</id><published>2008-06-08T14:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad - a sons first hero, a daughters first love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To one of the Greatest Dads there ever was Happy Father's Day from                   Ryan and Brianna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209620554261596290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SExKStdWCII/AAAAAAAAADU/r0lWJhqc-io/s400/IMGP0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My finger maybe small, but I can still wrap my daddy around it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209617373532404546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SExHZkUaO0I/AAAAAAAAADM/74ynEa1-QZw/s400/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right - he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-6220787938133990548?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/6220787938133990548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=6220787938133990548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6220787938133990548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6220787938133990548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/06/dad-sons-first-hero-daughters-first.html' title='Dad - a sons first hero, a daughters first love'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SExKStdWCII/AAAAAAAAADU/r0lWJhqc-io/s72-c/IMGP0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-2058625696199195285</id><published>2008-06-06T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:35.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SEn-s9c1DII/AAAAAAAAACk/8d6KyGZDeOM/s1600-h/IMGP0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208974492393868418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SEn-s9c1DII/AAAAAAAAACk/8d6KyGZDeOM/s400/IMGP0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boys will be boy and therefore girls will be put into dumptrucks.  Believe it or not this was his father's idea (and if you know Marshall you will believe it.)  But she actually seemed to enjoy it so no harm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-2058625696199195285?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/2058625696199195285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=2058625696199195285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2058625696199195285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/2058625696199195285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/06/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be Boys'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SEn-s9c1DII/AAAAAAAAACk/8d6KyGZDeOM/s72-c/IMGP0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029498377378412484.post-6422553399251033368</id><published>2008-06-06T20:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:52:35.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Babe! (I mean baby)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SEqmR9DxrII/AAAAAAAAADE/IWPW7rVekiI/s1600-h/IMGP0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209158746385788034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SEqmR9DxrII/AAAAAAAAADE/IWPW7rVekiI/s400/IMGP0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One more addition to the Marshall Reynolds family. Brianna was born on 5-5-08 at 0845, she weighed in at 7lbs. 1 oz. She has already proven to be a healthy eater like her dad, at her two week appointment she weighed in at a whopping 8 lbs. 10 oz. She has been so easy for us and her brother Ryan loves her to death. He loves to hold her and especially loves to carry her (to our dismay). We let him carry her once and he went running around the house with her head flopping up and down. His mantra is hold her neck and hold her butt and then off he goes with her like a rag doll, but she hasn't broken yet.We think she looks like her mom, but we will let you guys be the judges so let us know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5029498377378412484-6422553399251033368?l=marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/feeds/6422553399251033368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5029498377378412484&amp;postID=6422553399251033368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6422553399251033368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029498377378412484/posts/default/6422553399251033368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallandshawnareynolds.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-babe-i-mean-baby.html' title='What a Babe! (I mean baby)'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277080979319012620</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/_fMbn4HAcyNk/SEqmR9DxrII/AAAAAAAAADE/IWPW7rVekiI/s72-c/IMGP0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
