<?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-2119720188237382896</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:04:21.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothier Jr's</title><subtitle type='html'>A Little Piece of Heaven</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></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-2119720188237382896.post-1478221746424978435</id><published>2010-06-07T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:59:56.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update for the Clothier Jr's</title><content type='html'>First we are excited that Ben had switched routes and now is in town, which means a happy Christie cause he isn't working such long hours anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;This last Friday we got to take Reyna and two of her friends to Romero Pools, it was a seven mile hike.  I really think that I may have died at least seven time there and back.  I was cursing the hike all the way there and back, and have a killer sunburn.  But after getting all that complaining  out I enjoyed watching Reyna and Ben have so much fun jumping into the pools off cliffs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2gR_MoAhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/t72DW2APX2I/s1600/DSCN3440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2gR_MoAhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/t72DW2APX2I/s320/DSCN3440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480212552462369298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2gRVzE5pI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0xnA09sSIno/s1600/DSCN3442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2gRVzE5pI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0xnA09sSIno/s320/DSCN3442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480212541349357202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna just finished 6th grade... she is officially in Jr. High ... I am SOOOOO FREAKED out by this!!! We are very proud of her, she tried out for the CDO club teams, and made the State Team!!! She will  be competing all over the state and has two big tournaments out of state.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2gw4qvKaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sruRaot5BZ8/s1600/DSCN3054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2gw4qvKaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sruRaot5BZ8/s320/DSCN3054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480213083285563810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2gwl0bvFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kFTn7bSUKmw/s1600/DSCN3087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2gwl0bvFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kFTn7bSUKmw/s320/DSCN3087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480213078225960018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josalyn is going into 4th grade.  She is doing really well with everything.  She's such a sweet girl.  She "stole" a kitten from her Grandma Clothier's house, her cat had kittens.  And I am too much of a mush to tell her to take it back, so we now have a cat.  She bridged over in Girl Scouts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2iHudQInI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yKtytVlGRLs/s1600/DSCN2644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2iHudQInI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yKtytVlGRLs/s320/DSCN2644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480214575193268850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2iHN-bi-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YJ4P1ycP-rY/s1600/DSCN3028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2iHN-bi-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YJ4P1ycP-rY/s320/DSCN3028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480214566474058722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia is going into 2nd grade.  She is such a ham!! Two of my favorite quotes the past month from her:&lt;br /&gt;Kia and I were watching the news, she saw the volcano in Iceland erupting.  She looks at me with BIG eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Kia: Mom, volcanos are real?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, why would you think they weren't real?&lt;br /&gt;Kia: Well I thought they were extinct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rey wanted her team to go to a soccer tournament in New Mexico, she was talking to me about it in the car. &lt;br /&gt;Reyna: Mom why isn't our team going to that tournament in New Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;Kia: Cause we don't speak their language&lt;br /&gt;Reyna: What are you talking about Kia, what language do they speak?&lt;br /&gt;Kia: Uhhhh New Mexican of course, DUHH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2jVh2LAeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7euzCjGi1-8/s1600/DSCN3127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2jVh2LAeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7euzCjGi1-8/s320/DSCN3127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480215911837925858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2jVWwIaPI/AAAAAAAAAQU/X1U98-5udtk/s1600/DSCN2635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2jVWwIaPI/AAAAAAAAAQU/X1U98-5udtk/s320/DSCN2635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480215908859799794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton turned 15 months yesterday.  Oh how I love her so. She is talking to much!! :) Yesterday she said Josy for the first time, it sounded more like "Osy"  She says "Eay" for Reyna and "Ia" for Kia.  She said "Pwese" for please.  I love being with her everyday and learning the world through her eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2j3XaX5vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_RwgT52v-7U/s1600/DSCN3482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2j3XaX5vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_RwgT52v-7U/s320/DSCN3482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480216493152528114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2j26O0o1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/JppjRjJ2sjw/s1600/DSCN3095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2j26O0o1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/JppjRjJ2sjw/s320/DSCN3095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480216485319451474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-1478221746424978435?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1478221746424978435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=1478221746424978435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/1478221746424978435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/1478221746424978435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-for-clothier-jrs.html' title='An update for the Clothier Jr&apos;s'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2gR_MoAhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/t72DW2APX2I/s72-c/DSCN3440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-3718525510752044888</id><published>2010-06-07T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:13:18.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>So my amazing friend Cherise Glauser took our family pictures in Febuary... sorry that it has taken me this long to post them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photographybycherise.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/TA2X2YBhbdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SGfv4LZE2cU/s1600/26393_396333075728_703930728_5385313_3254815_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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HE came along and put it back together so neatly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him with all that I am and have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-125584691064540253?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/125584691064540253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=125584691064540253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/125584691064540253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/125584691064540253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-love-day.html' title='Happy Love Day!!'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-9080003083016274833</id><published>2010-02-15T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:30:55.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirteen</title><content type='html'>Today Ben and I had our Love Day Celebration! He asked me what it was that I wanted to do,  I wanted to go see Valentine's Day... and go to my favorite lil restaurant Paradise Cafe.  He said okay let's go, made plans for the babysitter.... and off we went.  I love him for not saying anything.. although I knew he didn't really want to go see that movie, and he is more of a steak and potatoes kinda guy.  I love him for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-9080003083016274833?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/9080003083016274833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=9080003083016274833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/9080003083016274833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/9080003083016274833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirteen.html' title='Day Thirteen'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-6858178384039970750</id><published>2010-02-15T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:27:44.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twelve</title><content type='html'>I love spending quiet time with Benny.  Even if it is just laying in bed holding hands, it is so nice.  When we let go of the everyday things and get lost in us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-6858178384039970750?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6858178384039970750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=6858178384039970750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/6858178384039970750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/6858178384039970750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twelve.html' title='Day Twelve'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-2317708838205566514</id><published>2010-02-11T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:58:41.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven</title><content type='html'>I love that Ben adores our girls so much.  Although I know that it breaks his heart that he doesn't have his boy to rough house with (even though he forgets at times that we DO have Little Girls haha) and play sports with.  Not a day goes by that he doesn't tell them how beautiful and loved they are.  At times I wonder if he knows how to raise girls, but I think he has it down better than I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-2317708838205566514?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2317708838205566514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=2317708838205566514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/2317708838205566514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/2317708838205566514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-eleven.html' title='Day Eleven'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-2978384660849537237</id><published>2010-02-11T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:56:44.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten</title><content type='html'>I love that this week I have been able to enjoy all day with my Benny.  Although I can easily get annoyed I am taking advantage of our time together.  When I say annoyed I am such a crab.  I find myself getting easily frustrated with not getting the things I usually get done all day... laundry, dishes, cleaning... but who does that.  ' I am frustrated that I'm not cleaning' there is something really wrong with my brain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been telling myself to let go of the frustration and just cherish these days, I don't get them often enough!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-2978384660849537237?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2978384660849537237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=2978384660849537237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/2978384660849537237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/2978384660849537237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-ten.html' title='Day Ten'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-9036538714021000010</id><published>2010-02-09T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:17:49.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nine</title><content type='html'>I love Ben for being so patient.  He is the tender, sweet talking one. Where I am the one that tries not to get frustrated so fast and yell.  He lets what others think and say roll off of him, I keep trying to get him to give me that Super Power!!! I want to be more like him when I grow up!! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-9036538714021000010?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/9036538714021000010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=9036538714021000010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/9036538714021000010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/9036538714021000010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-nine.html' title='Day Nine'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-2272903374153254593</id><published>2010-02-09T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:16:12.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight</title><content type='html'>I love that Ben is on vacation this week.. I get to spend my days with him... and take little naps with him.  I am going to cherish ever little moment this week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-2272903374153254593?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2272903374153254593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=2272903374153254593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/2272903374153254593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/2272903374153254593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-eight.html' title='Day Eight'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-6457719883112533708</id><published>2010-02-09T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:15:05.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven</title><content type='html'>I love that Ben made the girls yummy thin  mint blizzards after our family pictures on Saturday.  That was their encouragement for being good, I don't know if it really worked Cherise sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-6457719883112533708?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6457719883112533708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=6457719883112533708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/6457719883112533708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/6457719883112533708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-seven.html' title='Day Seven'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-6862297191516537898</id><published>2010-02-06T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:50:42.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>*another Disclaimer I got this cute idea from my friend Danielle and post once a week the five things that I am loving*&lt;br /&gt;this might be five things that have to do with my girls sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I love that Reyna through out the day comes and gives me little hugs for no real reason.  At this stage in her little "teen" life I don't know from minute to minute rather she loves me or hates me.  I love that she gives me these little reminders that she actually does love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I love Josy's sweetness, her little personality is just a ray of sunshine!! When I am having a bad day all I have to do is sit down with Jos and she makes me all better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love Kia and her sense of humor.  That girl is HILARIOUS! The things that come out of her mouth sometimes.  Can I also say that I love that she is ALMOST as big of a Michael Jackson fan as me.  I will hear her singing his songs and try to copy his dance moves.  She has the crouch grab down... hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I love to watch Peyton grow and learn everyday!! I love her new words, her new daily discoveries.  I love that I get to spend my day hanging out with my little best friend.  She is my sweet baby!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I love that my team THE COLTS are in the Superbowl... WHOOOT WHOOT!!! Some people may have not realized the connection yet... Peyton... Peyton Manning.. Yep that's right!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-6862297191516537898?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6862297191516537898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=6862297191516537898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/6862297191516537898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/6862297191516537898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-839657899677247748</id><published>2010-02-06T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:38:52.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Update</title><content type='html'>So the situation with my cousins girls, looks like we aren't going to be getting them after all.  Their dad went and took them out of school and took them up to Phoenix.  Now my cousin says she doesn't know what she is going to do with them.  I just hope and pray that everything works out in their best interest.  Our door and hearts are always open for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cute story I wanted to share that happened with all us girls Thursday night.  I was leaving a friends house and there was four horses running up and down her street.  My Josy loves horses... We called 911 and waited on the side of the road.  They ran back into the desert.  Josy was so worried, that and was begging me to let her out of the car so that she could "catch one".  We went to some of the neighbors asking them if they knew who the horses belonged to.  Than waited for the cop to let him know where they had ran off to.  After 45 minutes of asking neighbors, they were found and back in their stables.  Us girls felt good, and went home happy knowing that they were safe at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a little hectic crazy.... All of girls got our hair cut, cute.  Rey got more color in her hair... and boy is it PINK!!! Than Josy and I had to go do a girl scout cookie booth.  Can I just say how much I love that lil munchkin. She was all about.. "Excuse Me would you like to buy some girl scout cookies" to every single person that walked in and out of the store.  They sold lots of boxes :)  Than we decided that we would have a sleep over with one of Josy's friends and one of Rey's.  And all six of us girls loaded up and went to Ben's LATE soccer game.  But it was all worth being cold, eating pizza off napkins.  It was a good night!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-839657899677247748?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/839657899677247748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=839657899677247748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/839657899677247748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/839657899677247748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-update.html' title='Saturday Update'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-3985594806094807452</id><published>2010-02-06T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:29:03.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six</title><content type='html'>I love the little things that he does.... the dishes when I am overwhelmed, getting the girls in bed, reading the girls books at bedtime.  I love that when he walks in the door he makes sure to give all the girls hugs and kisses, sometimes I am first in line.  Mostly Kia cuts in front of me, she is such a daddy's girl.  I love you Benjamin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-3985594806094807452?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3985594806094807452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=3985594806094807452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/3985594806094807452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/3985594806094807452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-six.html' title='Day Six'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-2829665579501000815</id><published>2010-02-06T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:26:10.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five</title><content type='html'>I secretly love Ben's crocked smile.  I love when he is being mischievous and he gives me that lil crocked smile.  I love when he doesn't even know that he is smiling that smile I love.  It makes my heart skip beats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-2829665579501000815?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2829665579501000815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=2829665579501000815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/2829665579501000815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/2829665579501000815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-five.html' title='Day Five'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-6335112542205165556</id><published>2010-02-06T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:23:27.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>I love that Ben is so competitive.. although at times it can be annoying.. like playing Monopoly.  But I love his drive for sports and life.  I love that he still plays three sports... almost weekly.  I love going to his games and watching him.. Thinking yep that is MY HUBBY!! I mostly love the drive that he gives the girls to do their best!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-6335112542205165556?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6335112542205165556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=6335112542205165556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/6335112542205165556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/6335112542205165556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-7658190571461833417</id><published>2010-02-03T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:25:37.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>I love that Ben never complains about his day. It seems that when he gets home I tend to have a list of complaints about my day.  He will sit there and listen to me quietly. When I ask him about his day he says it was good.  I am really trying to learn to be more positive.  I am working on it.  He is my best teacher at this lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-7658190571461833417?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7658190571461833417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=7658190571461833417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/7658190571461833417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/7658190571461833417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-7249220169639001988</id><published>2010-02-03T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:22:30.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>I love that Ben calls me through out the day to tell me that he loves me, misses me, and that I am beautiful.  Even though at times, I may be a little annoyed at his timing... I am always grateful for his wonderful reminder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-7249220169639001988?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7249220169639001988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=7249220169639001988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/7249220169639001988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/7249220169639001988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-5892427229573084536</id><published>2010-02-03T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:20:28.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up to day two...</title><content type='html'>Sorry that Day two is a little late.  Yesterday I went on a field trip with Reyna's 6th grade class, we went to the DeGrazia art gallery.  I have lived here all my life and have never been on all the grounds.  I did go there once, that is where Claire and Aric were married.  But I didn't know that he built him and his wife a little house on the land, when I say little I mean little. He than built a chapel, houses for his friends, a bigger house and his gallery.  It was all so beautiful!! I had never really sat and admired his work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than coming home... Well maybe I should say Ben and I have been trying to take in two of my cousins girls.  We had them over Christmas break, and wanted them to stay with us.  This didn't work out.  I got a call monday late at night from my aunt asking if we still would be willing.  Oh how we would love to.  They are two of the sweetest most precious souls.  We want to be able to love them and give them a stable loving home.  So yesterday after school the girls and I started to get things ready.  We than got a call that things we headed in the wrong direction and No One really knew what was going to happen.  I only hope and pray that they can be safe and happy.  We would love if that place for them was our home, but we shall see.  The end of the story is.. Sitting here thinking about it... WHOOOO 6 little girls in our home... WHOOSSHHH.  But I know in my heart it will work out, I pray that Ben and I can bring the gospel into their little hearts.  It will all work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So due to this long semi stressed day.. I was not able to do my day two... so I have two to post today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-5892427229573084536?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5892427229573084536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=5892427229573084536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/5892427229573084536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/5892427229573084536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/catching-up-to-day-two.html' title='Catching up to day two...'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-1930549023161109052</id><published>2010-02-01T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:45:42.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Days of Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cgXyaasqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GnhPJ18_7Yk/s1600-h/love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cgXyaasqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GnhPJ18_7Yk/s320/love.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347068487447202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do the &lt;br /&gt;14 Days of Lovey Mushy Valentine's Day.... 14 Reasons why I am so in love with my husband! &lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer I stole this from Sarah Bisel, she is so awesome amazing I want to be like her when I grow up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DAY ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were dating I was so afraid that I wouldn't be able to be in a serious relationship, or could ever be loved due to me having my daughter at such at a young age.  One night when Ben and I were dating... we had a deep conversation about me feeling this unlovable unwanted feeling.  He looked me in my eyes and told me that he had fallen in love with Reyna... and he was falling for me.  That he knew he had to love her before he could ever learn to love me.  &lt;br /&gt;At that moment I knew that everything was going to be okay... and he was The One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-1930549023161109052?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1930549023161109052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=1930549023161109052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/1930549023161109052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/1930549023161109052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/14-days-of-valentines-day.html' title='14 Days of Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cgXyaasqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GnhPJ18_7Yk/s72-c/love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-8003597469522544667</id><published>2010-02-01T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:45:41.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh here I am again, sucking at this blog updating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cRdYj6g0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/SnupAlODRCQ/s1600-h/DSC_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cRdYj6g0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/SnupAlODRCQ/s320/DSC_0146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433330671952757570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cRdJcLy9I/AAAAAAAAANs/aXb4EWNxJVU/s1600-h/DSC_0155_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cRdJcLy9I/AAAAAAAAANs/aXb4EWNxJVU/s320/DSC_0155_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433330667893803986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 6th my Lil Peyton is going to be eleven months.  I can't tell you how heart broken I am over this.  I am sure that I am repeating myself so many times already... but.. she is my BABY.  We spend ALLLLL day just hanging out with each other.  She is just so precious, and I don't want this time, right here, right now, to go anywhere.  It is truly breaking my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;She started walking on Christmas Eve.  It is the cutest thing, here being so tiny just walking... everywhere she wants to go.  She is gibbering... and the words that she is saying is.. "Momma", "Dada", "baba", "Yeah" "Hi", "Bye" along with waving,  the cutest one is when she yells for Reyna she sats "Rya". &lt;br /&gt;But did I mention how her getting bigger... is killing me.  Heartbreaking, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQ0lTGjjI/AAAAAAAAANc/gt_QLQJjamQ/s1600-h/DSCN2711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQ0lTGjjI/AAAAAAAAANc/gt_QLQJjamQ/s320/DSCN2711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433329970997268018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQ0b8SQsI/AAAAAAAAANU/PDSLEqkrxZw/s1600-h/DSCN2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQ0b8SQsI/AAAAAAAAANU/PDSLEqkrxZw/s320/DSCN2678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433329968485647042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQ0BcNchI/AAAAAAAAANM/7R34tTsUdgI/s1600-h/DSCN2654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQ0BcNchI/AAAAAAAAANM/7R34tTsUdgI/s320/DSCN2654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433329961371791890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the lil chicklets they are doing great. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Reyna still has soccer going on, I think that I mentioned she made AllStars. So she is doing tournaments and we will soon be traveling out of town for them. They had their first tournament about two weeks ago, and her team came in second.  It was bitter sweet, they played the other 206 region team, which was her coach from the season, his daughter and a lot of her friends are on that team.  But they did GREAT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cPlmqueDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lWTH1LcCkoE/s1600-h/DSC_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cPlmqueDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lWTH1LcCkoE/s320/DSC_0182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433328614155122738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josalyn got a clarinet for her birthday, from her Nana Marie.  She has started music lessons.  She's WAYYY excited for that!! :) She had her 9th birthday and wanted to take some of her friends to the Desert Museum... that was a FUN DAY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQENk8h8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/A59ZMO3lz1w/s1600-h/DSCN2627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQENk8h8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/A59ZMO3lz1w/s320/DSCN2627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433329139995936706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQEeDjJ-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/f7-khKA5zJI/s1600-h/DSCN2647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQEeDjJ-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/f7-khKA5zJI/s320/DSCN2647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433329144419264482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia is being her FULL of Energy self.  She cracks me up. I am so excited that she has started to love Michael Jackson as much as her momma.... and is watching the This Is It dvd over and over!! I don't mind :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQhjxFsoI/AAAAAAAAANE/7Tr3huaQPE8/s1600-h/DSC_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cQhjxFsoI/AAAAAAAAANE/7Tr3huaQPE8/s320/DSC_0158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433329644168655490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is doing great!! He is doing the Young Men's basketball right now.  Also playing soccer, of course! We are looking forward to Love Day!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cRQHM7kjI/AAAAAAAAANk/H29-MiwzKz4/s1600-h/DSC_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cRQHM7kjI/AAAAAAAAANk/H29-MiwzKz4/s320/DSC_0188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433330443954655794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to my boys... THE COLT'S playing in the Super Bowl... SO EXCITED! You didn't think that Peyton's name wasn't on purpose... Peyton Manning!! haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-8003597469522544667?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8003597469522544667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=8003597469522544667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/8003597469522544667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/8003597469522544667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-here-i-am-again-sucking-at-this-blog.html' title='oh here I am again, sucking at this blog updating.'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/S2cRdYj6g0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/SnupAlODRCQ/s72-c/DSC_0146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-426828886061691267</id><published>2009-12-15T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:45:29.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I can, I think I can</title><content type='html'>I have told myself that I am going to be more positive... it seems like the past six months it has been one thing after another.. I actually might be able to date this back eight months.  I am talking about negativity ... I think that a lesson that was sent to me and it took me all of about nine years to learn taught me a lot about anger and holding onto something.  I would like to say that I have learned to let it go.  But tonight I was reminded that I need to "Stop and Breath.".  I was hurt by someone that was close to me and my family recently.  It has taken everything in me to attempt the high road, and swallow.  I have wanting to stand up and fight for myself.  Defend  myself with the rumors that have been spread.  I have like to look back in the past and say that I am the type of person that stands for what I think... A tell it like it is kind of girl.  To let you know that I don't agree with what  you might say.. and argue why it should be like that.  But I now I look back and it was my way of holding onto the negative.  So with this situation I have tried to be the bigger person and not respond.  Although I can say I've made my views clear to my husband and complained and cried to him... but no one else.  I think that he can keep my anger locked in a safe place.  &lt;br /&gt;But lately I keep telling myself that I don't want to drama or negative anymore, no matter where it is coming from.  Tonight I had a friend accuse me something... than go on and yell at me... I didn't respond... although I did write her an email telling her how I felt.. as soon as I wrote it I erased it, it made me feel better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.. I have learned the lesson of letting it go.  Write it out. Get it out. Than let it go.  I am 30, I am done with the lil games.  I am done with the drama.  I just want to have people in my life that give me positive and allow me to be a better mother, wife, daughter and friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am ... Writing It... and Letting it Go.  I don't want it anymore, so please respect that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me vent and Let it Go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-426828886061691267?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/426828886061691267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=426828886061691267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/426828886061691267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/426828886061691267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-i-can-i-think-i-can.html' title='I think I can, I think I can'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-7534509958967477254</id><published>2009-12-11T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:19:06.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples Quiz</title><content type='html'>couple quiz&lt;br /&gt;♥ What are your middle names? &lt;br /&gt;Rey (Ben) Ann (Christie)&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long have you been together? &lt;br /&gt;10 years and 3 months&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating? &lt;br /&gt;Well you can say since 7th grade, we stayed friends till Sophomore year than went in different directions. We reconnected in 1999 through a mutual friend and have been inseparable since. &lt;br /&gt;♥ Who asked who out?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... He asked for my number, didn't call for a week, I got his number from my best friend, called him that night, he came over and hung out and we have been together ever since!&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who made the first move? &lt;br /&gt;He did, after hanging out a few times he kissed me good bye one night.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Did you go to the same school?&lt;br /&gt; Yes, Elementary school, Jr High, High School and even attended Pima at the same time without our knowledge. This comes into a bad mess sometimes knowing too much about eachother. &lt;br /&gt;♥ Are you from the same home town? &lt;br /&gt;No he grew up in Flagstaff than moved to Tucson in 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the smartest?&lt;br /&gt; I would say that he is pretty darn smart about a lot of things.. how about we compliment eachothers knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who majored in what? &lt;br /&gt;Ben majored in sports.. haha and I majored in Business. &lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the most sensitive? &lt;br /&gt;I would say me being the girl, but Ben is very caring &lt;br /&gt;♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;Texas Roadhouse (Ben's favorite) or Olive Garden (Christie's favorite)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland &lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the worst temper?&lt;br /&gt;I do all the way!!! Ben is very calm and collected. &lt;br /&gt;♥ How many children do you want? &lt;br /&gt;We have our four which I am good with... although Ben thinks he is going to talk me into one more and it will be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who does the cooking?&lt;br /&gt;I say that we do our equal share.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is more social?&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the neat-freak?&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who wakes up earlier?&lt;br /&gt; Weekdays Ben.. Weekends Me.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where was your first date?&lt;br /&gt;First time we hung out my house... first date Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the bigger family?&lt;br /&gt;His he has five kids, I'm an only child&lt;br /&gt;♥ Do you get flowers often?&lt;br /&gt; Often no, but I do get them every once in awhile as a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;♥ How do you spend the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;We get to see both families since they live blocks within eachother&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is more jealous?&lt;br /&gt;I think him&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did it take to get serious?&lt;br /&gt;about a month, his friends couldn't believe it!! &lt;br /&gt;♥ Who eats more? &lt;br /&gt;He does&lt;br /&gt;♥ What do you do for a living? &lt;br /&gt;Ben works for Frito as a route salesman, I am a stay at home mom and love it!! &lt;br /&gt;♥ Who does/did the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;I do, he helps fold&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who’s better with the computer?&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who drives when you are together?&lt;br /&gt; mostly Ben&lt;br /&gt;♥ What is "your" song?&lt;br /&gt; Our #1 song is crazy by 112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I saw this one Ben's cousins blog.. and stole it*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-7534509958967477254?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7534509958967477254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=7534509958967477254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/7534509958967477254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/7534509958967477254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/couples-quiz.html' title='Couples Quiz'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-634487388993129183</id><published>2009-12-11T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:41:10.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The girls with their favorite UofA soccer player Devin!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLJmhWUcgI/AAAAAAAAALk/iaL9mu969f4/s1600-h/DSCN2399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLJmhWUcgI/AAAAAAAAALk/iaL9mu969f4/s320/DSCN2399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414111365676954114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLJmKvEaRI/AAAAAAAAALc/JYwRqgAUjR4/s1600-h/DSCN2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLJmKvEaRI/AAAAAAAAALc/JYwRqgAUjR4/s320/DSCN2245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414111359606745362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Little Peytter Tatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLJljrMTNI/AAAAAAAAALU/hHqaBDrLrGY/s1600-h/DSCN1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLJljrMTNI/AAAAAAAAALU/hHqaBDrLrGY/s320/DSCN1801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414111349121502418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-634487388993129183?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/634487388993129183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=634487388993129183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/634487388993129183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/634487388993129183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-little-peytter-tatter-girls-with.html' title=''/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLJmhWUcgI/AAAAAAAAALk/iaL9mu969f4/s72-c/DSCN2399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-188881689847774511</id><published>2009-12-11T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:56:45.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My, I suck at this blog thing</title><content type='html'>So Peyton is now 9 months, on Dec 6th.. Reyna turned 12 on November 18th...  Josalyn is going to be 9 Jan 4th and Kia turned 6 back in July... and here I am forever and a day since I last updated our Family Blog.... I will blame it on the always good to go back on having four kids, a husband... but really that is no excuse.. I see these wonderful mother and wives that are keeping up with the blog world. So who I am to place the blame elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me go in order starting with Reyna.  Yes she is now 12!! Is in young woman's and is loving it.  I am so happy for her!! She gets to start the next chapter in her life.  Although I can't wait to be on for the ride, I am sure that it is going to be a roller coaster for the teenager years.  I just pray that I can teach her everything she needs to know.... I question this on a daily bases.  I am so thankful that she will have the gospel as her stepping stone and crutch as she grows.  I look back and think about how different I would have lived those years if I had the gospel in my life. Not only the gospel but that wonderful example of the other kids at that age.  I am thankful that she will have that in her life.  I love watching her grow everyday.. yes I have my concerns, but I love watching the young lady that she is becoming. Even if she has a patch of hot pink, or bright blue in her hair ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josalyn is almost 9!! It is so hard for me to grasp this.  She has grown so much over the summer.  I love watching her with Peyton... it is so cute!! She is doing great in school. The one thing about Josalyn that those that know her see, she is the most caring and loving little soul.  She is always so concerned about everyone around her.. I am trying to teach her that sometimes she has to stop and focus on herself also, she doesn't like that idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia is crazy silly Kia.  The things that come out of her mouth on a daily bases crack me up.  She is loving school, making good friends.  She is a silly all over the place full of energy girl!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three played soccer this season.. boy was that hectic! Ben assistant coached Reyna's team.  But that meant soccer 6 days a week, including Ben playing.  Reyna was asked to play AllStars this season so we are really excited for her!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my little Peyton, or Peytter Tatter!! She is now nine months old. She has been crawling for about three months now.  But she is so done with that and has been trying to walk.. she has taken up to five steps.  She's been cruising along furniture for some time, maybe two months.  I love spending my days with her, not missing a moment.  I love being home just her and I.. I am trying to hold onto every little moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all have a wonderful Holiday Season.  We are going to be able to spend sometime with Lindsay and Jack, we are so excited about that!! We are going to be able to spend time with both our families this Christmas.  My cousin is expected to have a baby any day now.. can't wait for that!! We hope that you all find yourself with those that love and warm your hearts. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-188881689847774511?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/188881689847774511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=188881689847774511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/188881689847774511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/188881689847774511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-i-suck-at-this-blog-thing.html' title='Oh My, I suck at this blog thing'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-8614720352809649121</id><published>2009-06-04T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:05:41.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been very good about keeping up with this family blog and Peyton updates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my sweetness is going to be 3 months old!! And how that makes my heart happy and sad at the same time.  She started her big girl smiles and cooing.  She is sleeping well at night only waking up once.  I just absolutely love spending every second with her, she makes every second lovely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other three little ones are home for the summer... We've done alot of swimming and boy are they getting tan. My Kia is finally swimming on her own.  She had a very scary moment two summers ago and has been so scared of the water, but she is finally over it.  And I give her another week and she is going to be a little fish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just tell you that I love summer... No schedule! Just sleeping in!! Don't have anywhere to be!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-8614720352809649121?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8614720352809649121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=8614720352809649121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/8614720352809649121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/8614720352809649121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-not-been-very-good-about-keeping.html' title=''/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-813340289195901829</id><published>2009-04-15T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:36:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Dory-Easter-and- Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;This last week we got the wonderful treat of having Aunt Lins come and visit us for a week.  She was able to meet her new little niece Peytters (as Kia calls her), see Kia's concert, have a Three Musketeers Sister night, be here for Peyton's blessing and Easter.  It was such a nice great week!!! I think that Josy was so excited to have her here.  It was so cute Lindsay warned everyone before she got here that she was going to hold the baby the whole time she was here.  She stuck to that, I think that she came over every night that she was here, and just sat and loved her.  Lindsay and Jack have a new road in their life.  Jack got an internship in Mississippi and they are moving there next week.  It is weird.. Knowing that I don't get to see her everyday, but it is a little hard to think that she is going to be even further away now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZCG7F29gI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gojAmKnHrus/s1600-h/DSCN0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZCG7F29gI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gojAmKnHrus/s320/DSCN0626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325016296121103874" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZCG3ISU9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/SYH4CRXLRfE/s1600-h/DSCN0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZCG3ISU9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/SYH4CRXLRfE/s320/DSCN0632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325016295057544146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZCHHhanXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/o-_uRHBW-y0/s320/DSCN0640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325016299457912178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have been good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia was sick the last couple of days. But other than that has been doing great.  She had her kindergarten concert last Friday and was so excited that lots of family was able to be there. She was SUPER excited that Aunt Lindsay flew all the way from Utah just to see her sing... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZE3WvR2dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/trPxo2HYUFk/s1600-h/DSCN0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZE3WvR2dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/trPxo2HYUFk/s320/DSCN0661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325019327199566290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josalyn is loving school.  She is in Girl Scouts and is just loving it, sad that it is coming to an end.  But we had a mommy and me Tea Party two weeks ago and it was so nice to be able to spend that one on one time with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZE3ZYP5DI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lKokRg8I9lY/s1600-h/DSCN0679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZE3ZYP5DI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lKokRg8I9lY/s320/DSCN0679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325019327908275250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna is doing great.  She was involved in the Allstars Soccer team, and really enjoyed the experience.  We are trying to get a feel i f she is committed to this, and we will get her into club soccer.  She will also be doing swim team this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZCsBM0WCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/705OOcRP7Fs/s1600-h/DSCN0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZCsBM0WCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/705OOcRP7Fs/s320/DSCN0638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325016933416065058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a daddy daughter camp out for our ward this last Friday.  With Ben taking all the girls camping. minus Peyton, it gave Lindsay, Brittany and I to have a girls night.  We went to Brittany's soccer game, out to dinner and than came home and watched Twilight, Britt hadn't seen it yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZC9Ua8fFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2J16bOeASC8/s1600-h/DSCN0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZC9Ua8fFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2J16bOeASC8/s320/DSCN0699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325017230633368658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZC9MNEg2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/HAL5vVQlEbw/s1600-h/DSCN0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZC9MNEg2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/HAL5vVQlEbw/s320/DSCN0625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325017228427690850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it also left the girls with a camping memory that they will never forget.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben took the girls, the weather said chance of rain, but he thought that wasn't right there was no clouds in the sky.  Well they set up camp, and hung out around the fire.  All went to bed.  Than in the middle of the night... it started to rain.. and as it did the tent started to cave in.  Ben spent about two hours holding it up, when all the sudden the wind picked up and the tent blew over. Which than put a huge hole in the tents roof.  He ran over to the car, trying to carry two of the girls. He rode with a friend) and the car was locked.  He ran over to Ty's tent asking for the keys.. and Ty allowed him and the girls to climb in the tent with them.  The girls said it was freezing cold and horrible.  Poor things!! But like Ben said. the positive is they won't ever forget that camping trip with Daddy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-813340289195901829?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/813340289195901829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=813340289195901829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/813340289195901829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/813340289195901829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/04/aunt-dory-easter-and-family-fun.html' title='Aunt Dory-Easter-and- Family Fun'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeZCG7F29gI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gojAmKnHrus/s72-c/DSCN0626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-5161290742640954057</id><published>2009-04-15T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:59:24.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peyton Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeY8g5mIfkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iiAob2t2zfQ/s1600-h/DSCN0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeY8g5mIfkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iiAob2t2zfQ/s320/DSCN0672.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325010145326431810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeY8gyoV69I/AAAAAAAAAJE/X7o_fd5JaDo/s1600-h/DSCN0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeY8gyoV69I/AAAAAAAAAJE/X7o_fd5JaDo/s320/DSCN0619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325010143456652242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeY8giAyNwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/G3QGOf2Bg98/s1600-h/DSCN0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeY8giAyNwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/G3QGOf2Bg98/s320/DSCN0629.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325010138995767042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeY8gvhhIvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aoTu9VgJm3k/s1600-h/DSCN0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeY8gvhhIvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aoTu9VgJm3k/s320/DSCN0624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325010142622720754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't been as good as I would like on the updates on our newest addition.  She will be SIX weeks this Friday.  That is just so crazy to me that my lil munchkin is already going to be that old.  This most likely being our last... I have been wanting to hold onto ever little moment, store it in a box and keep it safely foever.  But I am realizing I can't.  I have spent many days, just holding her, kissing her, breathing her beautiful smell.  Not wanting to miss a single breath.  And it is like I woke up this morning... with the Wooooo where has all my time gone with her.  I actually have many days when it is just me and her, the other girls are off to school.... and we just snuggle.  I don't do dishes, laundry... I just sit in my chair... holding her, falling asleep.. and being in my lil heaven.  I have felt very selfish having those moment.. as when the girls get home, I get the 'that have you done all day".. and I simple say "spent time with the baby".  I woke up this morning thinking.. I don't have to be sorry for those moments, I am a mommy.  I realize that my three older ones are growing way too fast.  I can't really take them in my arms, sleep, cuddle and breath them in all day.  Those days have past.  With Peyton... I am going to take advantage of every oppurtunity that I can just take in all the moment, be with her every second that I can.  And wipe away my tears when I can't do it anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;There is the most amazing song by Darius Rucker "It won't be like this for long" it is posted here on my page.  It honestly makes me cry, the ugly cry, everytime that I hear it... but how true and beautiful every word is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-5161290742640954057?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5161290742640954057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=5161290742640954057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/5161290742640954057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/5161290742640954057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/04/peyton-update.html' title='Peyton Update'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SeY8g5mIfkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iiAob2t2zfQ/s72-c/DSCN0672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-5909807966186309775</id><published>2009-03-13T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:00:29.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peyton Jillian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/Sbsdl6yb8lI/AAAAAAAAAIk/x48H1Gz9GKI/s1600-h/DSC04473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/Sbsdl6yb8lI/AAAAAAAAAIk/x48H1Gz9GKI/s320/DSC04473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312872722686800466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so although my sweet precious is now a week old... I am finally posting about my sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton Jillian was born March 6, 2009 at 10 am.  She was 6 lbs 12 oz and 18 1/2 inches long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I was determined to have the baby that weekend.  But after thinking about it thought, okay I will just hold off and she may come on her own soon. Well my water broke Friday morning at 3:15... and we were at the hospital by 4... I had to take a shower and have my mom come and be with the girls. Let me tell you the sadness but also slight funny thing that happened.  Thursday evening I was driving Reyna and our car pool to soccer practice along the way Kia threw up in the car.  Well as I was getting in the shower I asked Ben to go and check on Kia... when she decided at that moment to throw up.. so water broke and a child is puking.. Lovely!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when we got to the hospital.. my contraction were not steady. They were happening about every 15-20 minutes.  They admitted me.  Got me my epideral around 6:30.  Started me on putocian about 7ish... When the doctor checked me there was still a little sack of water between the baby and the cervices.. they popped that about 9ish... had a steady contraction from than on and delivered her at 10.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit I cried for a split second when the doctor said "It's a Girl", but right after that they placed her on me... and I was crying tears of Joy and Love.  Reyna and Josalyn wanted to be in the room when I delivered.  Reyna was all about being right there watching it all.  Josalyn was a little more stand offish and waited till they had her in the baby warmer to walk over and look at her.  She is perfect in every way... just beautiful, sweet and what a beautiful spirit she has brought us!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM IN LOVE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbsdliNlInI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9EnbZCaMP5Q/s1600-h/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbsdliNlInI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9EnbZCaMP5Q/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312872716089762418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbsdlqjHZAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hVy-CqZio1I/s1600-h/DSC_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbsdlqjHZAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hVy-CqZio1I/s320/DSC_0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312872718327571458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbsdlaqGkeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_K45BI0jHNU/s1600-h/DSC04471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbsdlaqGkeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_K45BI0jHNU/s320/DSC04471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312872714061910498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbsHf-fFLiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9K7KMPOEStU/s1600-h/DSCN0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbsHf-fFLiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9K7KMPOEStU/s320/DSCN0333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312848431344332322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-5909807966186309775?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5909807966186309775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=5909807966186309775' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/5909807966186309775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/5909807966186309775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/03/peyton-jillian.html' title='Peyton Jillian'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/Sbsdl6yb8lI/AAAAAAAAAIk/x48H1Gz9GKI/s72-c/DSC04473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-3280112729436995006</id><published>2009-03-05T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:48:14.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>36 1/2 Week Preggo Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAQITyJMOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-3F3d6wxggs/s1600-h/DSCN0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAQITyJMOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-3F3d6wxggs/s320/DSCN0262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309761695605403874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAPIGZP1rI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yloHNFjhyQM/s1600-h/DSCN0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAPIGZP1rI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yloHNFjhyQM/s320/DSCN0319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309760592499693234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture Reyna took of my on Friday the 27th.  I look soooo Big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the update as of now.  I am at 5cm and 80%.  And Miserable!!! On Saturday I will be 37 weeks, and Ben has given me the okay that I can start doing the tactics of trying to go into labor... so Friday I am going to be walking the mall, walking, and walking.  if that doesn't work than I will be going full force on Saturday.  I am really hoping that this lil one will be coming this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another picture. This one is of my friend Nikki.... she was due the 6th... so she is about two to three weeks ahead of me.  She had her baby boy on Monday.... But look at how GIGANTIC I am compared to her....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-3280112729436995006?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3280112729436995006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=3280112729436995006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/3280112729436995006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/3280112729436995006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/03/36-12-week-preggo-update.html' title='36 1/2 Week Preggo Update'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAQITyJMOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-3F3d6wxggs/s72-c/DSCN0262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-3458456510548058156</id><published>2009-03-05T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:39:40.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josalyn's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAL5kDmFBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LAZcjhoRNpk/s1600-h/DSCN0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAL5kDmFBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LAZcjhoRNpk/s320/DSCN0231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309757044229018642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAL5eM0_hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lyI_77x_HOw/s1600-h/DSCN0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAL5eM0_hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lyI_77x_HOw/s320/DSCN0229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309757042657132050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAL5HPd6ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YCMgVgzNUbQ/s1600-h/DSCN0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAL5HPd6ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YCMgVgzNUbQ/s320/DSCN0228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309757036494186898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAL4neNW3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/hq64QGzZyNw/s1600-h/DSCN0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAL4neNW3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/hq64QGzZyNw/s320/DSCN0227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309757027966081906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jos got baptized on January 31st.  She is so sweet, beautiful and Lovable.  &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from her day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-3458456510548058156?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3458456510548058156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=3458456510548058156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/3458456510548058156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/3458456510548058156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/03/josalyns-babtism.html' title='Josalyn&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SbAL5kDmFBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LAZcjhoRNpk/s72-c/DSCN0231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-8072793432214623003</id><published>2009-02-16T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:24:27.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 34 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SZmFEXdqnXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/85ik1MQ414c/s1600-h/Photo+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SZmFEXdqnXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/85ik1MQ414c/s200/Photo+222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303416346269883762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let everyone know what is going on with me and this little bundle of joy... well as of right now the little stinker!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my last doctor's appointment which was the 4th, I let the Dr. know that I was having off and on contractions and pressure. I was at 2cm and 20%. Wellllll.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go into the hospital on Thursday afternoon, with contractions. I was at 3cm and 60%. After some steroids and the medication to stop the labor they sent me home about 10 that night. I had to come in the next day for more steroids... while they monitored me I was contracting but nothing constant, so they released me. Around 7 Friday night, I was in tears and thought for sure I was in full on labor. After monitoring me, giving me more labor stop medicine, my Dr. admitted me. I am now at 4cm and 75%. Soooooo as the doctor said, I am on FULL... lay in bed bedrest. As long as I go two to three more weeks, things should be good. And I am going to listen, she told me if I have to come in one more time they'll admit me to the hospital! And I so don't want to do that... just that one night was no fun, so uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are just wanting... the doctor says as long as I go two to three more weeks, everything should be good.  And the steriod shots helped... So... let's hope that this lil one is good with stayin in and cookin a lil longer!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-8072793432214623003?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8072793432214623003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=8072793432214623003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/8072793432214623003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/8072793432214623003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-34-update.html' title='Week 34 Update'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SZmFEXdqnXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/85ik1MQ414c/s72-c/Photo+222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-1906644685231865487</id><published>2008-12-30T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:23:45.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Some Cathin Up To Do</title><content type='html'>A great friend of mine took our family pictures this year, and I will admit that I am in love with them.  She did such a wonderful job.  She got such great shots of my girls, and their little personalities! Here are a few &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI-Unf7xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eNXGTX5z2oQ/s1600-h/DSC00651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI-Unf7xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eNXGTX5z2oQ/s200/DSC00651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617348196167442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI_B0tm-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jeu7dMjpgHg/s1600-h/DSC00671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI_B0tm-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jeu7dMjpgHg/s200/DSC00671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617360331185122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI_OzmYaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zhbmU2_NnQE/s1600-h/DSC00712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI_OzmYaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zhbmU2_NnQE/s200/DSC00712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617363816178082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI-42BXbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sIR5KRGQDdo/s1600-h/DSC00705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI-42BXbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sIR5KRGQDdo/s200/DSC00705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617357920755122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems like the past four months have flown by, or maybe its just cause I am a little more plump and jolly... uh not so jolly.  The holiday season was filled with Joy, Love and Laughter! As a family we were lucky enough to get Ben home the week of Christmas, and I did not want to let him go back to work yesterday, I guess that I got spoiled!! We enjoyed every minute being able to just hang out and spend time with one another.  We were lucky enough that our Auntie Lins and Uncle Jack came down and spent a few days with us, although I must say I am sad that I didn't get to spend as much time as I would have liked to with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVo--Z8HogI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MDdbdZE7HEY/s1600-h/IMG_2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVo--Z8HogI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MDdbdZE7HEY/s200/IMG_2367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285606354508554754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVo--NiX-0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2oaQivVI3o4/s1600-h/IMG_2361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVo--NiX-0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2oaQivVI3o4/s200/IMG_2361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285606351179348802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Christmas Eve with the Clothier Fam, Uncle Mike and Ingrid and her boys were here, that was so nice!! Christmas day we hung out and played the new wii... so fun watching everyone get so into it, especially my competative husband!! haha.  Than we went and had dinner at my parents house.  Saturday we got to spend time with Jennifer Peterson and her family, oh how I have missed them!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pregnancy is here, going... I have about three more months to go, Im at 27 weeks.  Okay here is honesty, I am miserable.  I really don't think that this baby wants to be friends with me.  Lately the whole not being able to breath, or feeling like you can catch your breath.  Maybe this one is just going to be gigantic... and doesn't have a lot of room in there, I don't know what it is.  It is still the whole secret thing, we aren't finding out what it is.  Chris I am with you on this one... I am okay with this fact, it is actually fun t me.  But everyone else is having a harder time with it.  It is driving me a little nutty!! Here is a baby bump picture taken today, please ignore my messy room in the back ground, I promise I am going to go and clean it right now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI_vfVYrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gG2qa-2sDOg/s1600-h/Photo+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI_vfVYrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gG2qa-2sDOg/s200/Photo+214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617372589548210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I have figured out how to add the writing and the pictures through out the blog, that is what I was trying to do, and I don't think it worked.  If you know how to do that.. let me know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-1906644685231865487?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1906644685231865487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=1906644685231865487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/1906644685231865487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/1906644685231865487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-some-cathin-up-to-do.html' title='Got Some Cathin Up To Do'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SVpI-Unf7xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eNXGTX5z2oQ/s72-c/DSC00651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-4129893732415045188</id><published>2008-11-21T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:29:36.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSa3oj5nq4I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZOig6oWQ2QQ/s1600-h/th_Twilight-the-Movie-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSa3oj5nq4I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZOig6oWQ2QQ/s320/th_Twilight-the-Movie-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271102321343310722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSa3ootySdI/AAAAAAAAACM/g03IUScJHz8/s1600-h/th_twilight-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSa3ootySdI/AAAAAAAAACM/g03IUScJHz8/s320/th_twilight-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271102322635852242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSa3oZnVtnI/AAAAAAAAACE/IZ2wtAfHJvI/s1600-h/th_twilight_movie_poster_character_one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSa3oZnVtnI/AAAAAAAAACE/IZ2wtAfHJvI/s320/th_twilight_movie_poster_character_one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271102318582281842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSa3oMk4n7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/CeqFyxoH5_Q/s1600-h/th_twilight_movie_poster_character_-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSa3oMk4n7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/CeqFyxoH5_Q/s320/th_twilight_movie_poster_character_-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271102315082325938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-4129893732415045188?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4129893732415045188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=4129893732415045188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/4129893732415045188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/4129893732415045188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSa3oj5nq4I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZOig6oWQ2QQ/s72-c/th_Twilight-the-Movie-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-3163730861612105352</id><published>2008-11-21T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:23:21.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I am so EXCITED to go and see Twilight tonight!!! I have been waiting, counting down the days till it came out!! I read the first three books all within a week... and Breaking Dawn took me about a month cause I didn't want it to be over!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-3163730861612105352?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3163730861612105352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=3163730861612105352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/3163730861612105352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/3163730861612105352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-822506116578621848</id><published>2008-11-17T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:07:24.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHrASxo_4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/0w_pRpLwoVA/s1600-h/IMG_2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHrASxo_4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/0w_pRpLwoVA/s320/IMG_2202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269751429272764290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHrAH2jhdI/AAAAAAAAABs/b7Ak38sfmG8/s1600-h/IMG_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHrAH2jhdI/AAAAAAAAABs/b7Ak38sfmG8/s320/IMG_2204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269751426340586962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHq_4uekoI/AAAAAAAAABk/ihWEvZ_T6vE/s1600-h/IMG_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHq_4uekoI/AAAAAAAAABk/ihWEvZ_T6vE/s320/IMG_2206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269751422280176258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHq_VEuXHI/AAAAAAAAABc/jHoQGWj72wk/s1600-h/IMG_2241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHq_VEuXHI/AAAAAAAAABc/jHoQGWj72wk/s320/IMG_2241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269751412709809266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-822506116578621848?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/822506116578621848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=822506116578621848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/822506116578621848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/822506116578621848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHrASxo_4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/0w_pRpLwoVA/s72-c/IMG_2202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-9266681763892579</id><published>2008-11-17T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:04:26.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHqXlfSinI/AAAAAAAAABU/ezMynzC_m68/s1600-h/Photo+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHqXlfSinI/AAAAAAAAABU/ezMynzC_m68/s320/Photo+193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269750729921432178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-9266681763892579?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/9266681763892579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=9266681763892579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/9266681763892579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/9266681763892579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SSHqXlfSinI/AAAAAAAAABU/ezMynzC_m68/s72-c/Photo+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-4535587151565252581</id><published>2008-11-17T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:03:05.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so out of it</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if anyone even reads my little blog, not that there is much to read.  I have been promising myself for the past two weeks, that I would sit and write something interesting... show some cute kids on Halloween..... and show the ever growing belly.  So hopefully I can so all of that, now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as far as the baby goes:  I am now 21 weeks.  I was put on "modified" bed rest.  The doctor doesn't want me standing for more than 15 minutes at a time.  My cervices has started to soften, the baby is low and it hurts like heck.. lots of pressure.  My last day at my job is this Friday, what am I going to do with all my time now?? We had an ultrasound a few weeks ago, we DIDN'T find out what it is.  Well I did ask for the tech to put it in a sealed envelope, which Ben has taken and said I didn't want to know so he isn't going to let me find out!! What a good hubby, even though I am soooooooo annoyed, he is being the Strong one!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that things have been... Fun, Chaotic, and Exhausting!!! Reyna is in soccer, doing well playing goalie.  She is going to be turning 11 tomorrow.  I can't believe my lil girl is growing so fast right in front of my eyes.  Josalyn is doing Girl Scouts, and loves her animals.  She has been trying to talk her daddy into getting her; a new dog, pigeons, hamster and a rabbit.  Kia is loving kindergarten.  She is so full of energy, she loves her teacher and school.  Ben is playing soccer, working alot, and being a daddy and hubby!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Reyna's birthday we are going to go and see Twlight!!! I am sooooooooo Excited, I don't know who is more excited her or me!! I think me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-4535587151565252581?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4535587151565252581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=4535587151565252581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/4535587151565252581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/4535587151565252581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-out-of-it.html' title='I am so out of it'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119720188237382896.post-374346172653143397</id><published>2008-09-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:49:09.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogger World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SNBiCf5SDWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6E-ebGwkWJQ/s1600-h/Photo+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SNBiCf5SDWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6E-ebGwkWJQ/s320/Photo+267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246801360947645794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been feeling so out of the loop, among my friends. I am always getting asked if I have a blog, and when I say No, I see the "WHAT, are you in the 1990's" look. &lt;br /&gt;I also felt so silly reading friends blogs, and not having one of my own. So to make the world happy, and allowing them to have an insight into our little Clothier world, I have gave in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that I can keep all my family and friends updated on all out latest news. Share the craziness beautifulness of being a mommy. And keep everyone up to date with pregnancy #4!! Yeah!! I am offically 12 weeks, I am due Mach 28th!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119720188237382896-374346172653143397?l=clothierjrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/feeds/374346172653143397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2119720188237382896&amp;postID=374346172653143397' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/374346172653143397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119720188237382896/posts/default/374346172653143397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clothierjrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-blogger-world.html' title='Hello Blogger World'/><author><name>clothier jr's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923693883389653291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SyLY7Bjq9BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5q1tGipZig8/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__j3JhB0xjJQ/SNBiCf5SDWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6E-ebGwkWJQ/s72-c/Photo+267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
