<?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-7695702553751065778</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:33:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke's Babble</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-6435576890324351256</id><published>2011-02-06T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:27:55.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More posts?</title><content type='html'>I really should blog more. My life could be in the soap opera hall of fame. I swear if my ex isn't yelling at me, then my kids are getting sick, or I am racing to find a parking spot at the U. It is seriously one thing after another. Right now I sit in my house, with my sweet boy and baby girl, because she is sick. Kyla is off being social like her mother used to be, but Addy has a silly little Virus in her mouth that is causing us to quarantine into the basement apartment we call home. She acts fine, she is so playful and fun. Silly as ever, running around being goofy. But when the meds wear off her poor mouth hurts and she cries. It just breaks my heart. So for the 4 of 5 days we are here. Thank goodness for family that is willing to watch her for a few hours a day so I can get to most of my classes. So far I am only missing one day and that is such a blessing. So for the first time I am home watching the Superbowl. Go Steelers!! Too bad it isn't the Niners or the Chargers.. oh well the Steelers will do! Just beat the Pack!! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-6435576890324351256?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6435576890324351256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=6435576890324351256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6435576890324351256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6435576890324351256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-posts.html' title='More posts?'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-5919511309369553836</id><published>2010-10-10T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:32:06.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet house..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am sitting in my house.. It is quiet.. I am missing Devan, He is hunting, Missing my kids they are at their dad's house. just another hour or so and I can get them. I have been sitting on my butt doing nothing since I got home at 2.. I am beat.. Crazy busy weekend and Crazy busy day.. One of these days I will have the energy to clean my house and get something done.. But not today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-5919511309369553836?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5919511309369553836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=5919511309369553836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5919511309369553836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5919511309369553836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/10/quiet-house.html' title='quiet house..'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-4751822542197146618</id><published>2010-08-20T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:44:15.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis interpreting?</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have been told it seems as though I still love Chris? NOT A CHANCE... The feelings I had in this post were very surface feelings and only for a moment. Just closing the door of my feelings I did have. That are gone and now i can move forward leaving the past where it is and living a full filled life of fun and joy... Something I lost when I was married. And regained after the divorce!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-4751822542197146618?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4751822542197146618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=4751822542197146618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4751822542197146618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4751822542197146618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/08/mis-interpreting.html' title='Mis interpreting?'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-5164241877091817256</id><published>2010-08-19T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:32:27.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter</title><content type='html'>Well Chris was married yesterday. And I got to go on a much needed date with my honey. I am feeling ok about things. It is weird to think he is married to someone else. Not sure what the feelings are. DEFINITELY not jealousy, but it is weird to think one day you are with the one you will be with forever and the next they are with someone else. Even though I am happier than ever and I am being treated better than ever, still weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am getting asked when I am getting married. Well I am in no hurry. I am with the one I want to marry and I know that when we both are ready it will happen. But after both of us being damaged by exes, that when we get married it will be right in God's eyes and he will bless us through our marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-5164241877091817256?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5164241877091817256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=5164241877091817256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5164241877091817256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5164241877091817256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-chapter.html' title='A new chapter'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-998909181839060903</id><published>2010-08-02T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:10:56.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>Well it has been 6 days since I found out my ex was taking the lead and gonna get married again. It is quite an interesting feeling to find out that type of news especially finding out second hand. Now I didn't need him to tell me or even expect him to call and get my blessing, but a simple text, email something, would have been respectful. Instead I get a phone call from a dear friend looking to find out if what she heard was true. Totally blind sided.. ugh, And not her fault by any means. But then, the emails, texts, phone calls start coming. Have you heard, we feel you should know, and the accusations about her, is she pregnant, is she making him... It is one thing after another. But hey, they will be married and that is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you have ever been in this situation before, there can be a stream of emotion. &lt;br /&gt;A- Hurt&lt;br /&gt;B- Happy&lt;br /&gt;C- Angry&lt;br /&gt;D- Jealous&lt;br /&gt;E- Sorry... for the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more, but they all come in at different angles over different things. I was soo mad at myself for being upset that it made me more upset. Angry even. But as I pray to God, I find myself thankful, that I have moved from that terrible situation, into the best situation of my life. Devan. He is giving, caring, loves me FOR ME! ( I know weird concept)  I am so grateful that I have him in my life and plan on having him in my life forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next question I am getting is when are you making the big step. My reply, when we know we are ready and can be committed to each other for EVER! I do plan on tying the knot one day and I believe that lucky guy ;) will be Devan. I can't see myself with anyone else but him. But we also want to be sure, and ready so that in 2 years we aren't divorced. If you jump into things, especially marriage, and you aren't ready it can cause a lot of problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I am happier than I have ever been, I have THE Most Amazing Man in my life ( He likes me to capitalize that so it sounds like, THE Incredible Hulk or Spiderman, Superman) lol just kidding, And I have 3 of my own kids that I love and are so great, then 2 just as amazing kiddos that I like to consider mine as well. What more can I ask for!? God is good and he truly is The provider!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-998909181839060903?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/998909181839060903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=998909181839060903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/998909181839060903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/998909181839060903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/08/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-5103275055275984096</id><published>2010-08-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:18:41.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, it is true. When you keep busy the time goes by so quickly. It is amazing. I picked up my kiddos tonight and even though they are a bit off of their normalcy's, they are home. I love them so much. Addy was beat, so Devan made hotdogs, they all showered and we put Addy to bed. Then Devan left and Jaden, Kyla and I watched Home Alone 2. Although it is a cheesy show, they loved it as much as I did when it came out. They laughed and wished they could think of the things that 'Kevin' thought of. It is so great to hear them laugh again and for them to be at home. I can't thank all of mt friends and family that got me through the month. As well as God who kept me strong when I didn't want to be and thought I couldn't be! Now on to the next trial.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-5103275055275984096?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5103275055275984096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=5103275055275984096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5103275055275984096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5103275055275984096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-fast.html' title='So fast'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-4739412049308493952</id><published>2010-07-11T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:54:28.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week</title><content type='html'>A week has gone by without my kids. I hate them being gone. I miss them terribly. I sit and see their stuff and I want to cry. I want to drive over to where they are and just hold them for hours. I want to cuddle with my babies and laugh with them. It is so hard to not have them and not have a choice of what is going on in their life. I think it would be easier to hear their voice whenever I wanted to. I know it is only 2 weeks, but it feels like eternity. And knowing that after not having them for 2 weeks, I only get a night and a weekend. then gone another 2 weeks. I want my kids to myself. But I do realize that they need a relationship with their dad. It is just that with his choices lately I worry about them more, knowing the things he is pulling and the careless way he can be. &lt;br /&gt;Now if it wasn't for Devan and his kids being around this weekend I would have fallen into a major depression and hid from everyone. But I must go on and with God showing me that I can make it and showing me the ones who care. Thanks to my friends for taking me out and making the first week slide right by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-4739412049308493952?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4739412049308493952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=4739412049308493952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4739412049308493952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4739412049308493952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/07/week.html' title='A week'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-8406296943726837795</id><published>2010-05-05T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:28:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A break</title><content type='html'>Wow, First semester of full time school is over! I think I survived. I am still checking to see if I will ever catch up on sleep. I am excited for the break, sort of wish I had the energy to go summer semester but I don't, so This is the beginning of kid time! This summer is going to be all about my kids! Yes all 5 of them! Since I will have the other 2 from time to time as well. I am so excited to make a to do, to visit list and check it off this summer! Last summer was awesome, but it was about me, it was my time to heal and I have the best 2 friends anyone could ask for Aimee and Amy are my Angels. And this summer will just be an extension from last, only Amy is having a baby and so she will be home for most the summer and I can spend all the time I can with my sister!! Love her dearly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww a break is soo what i needed, then to catch up on the neglected housework since I started school.. Here it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-8406296943726837795?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8406296943726837795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=8406296943726837795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/8406296943726837795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/8406296943726837795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/05/break.html' title='A break'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-7800842002616557872</id><published>2010-02-26T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:09:34.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin Busy</title><content type='html'>Wow, does life ever slow down? I am now midway through my first semester at the University of Utah! Wow, is there ever a ton of work. But I am staying up with most of it and loving that I am acomplishing something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still dating Mr Incredible. Yes he is amazing, I feel as if I am truly, finally loved for me and now what I can be. I love just hearing his voice and seeing his smile! We have so much fun together. Then you add the grundle(that is all 5 kids together) and we have a blast. Making dinners, playing, watching movies! It is Fab! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is work, I am still at K2 and I love it, but I am praying to see if maybe I need something a little less time demanding :( sad times, but I know I will make the right choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is me and my crazy life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-7800842002616557872?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7800842002616557872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=7800842002616557872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7800842002616557872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7800842002616557872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/02/keepin-busy.html' title='Keepin Busy'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-1481219077069849808</id><published>2010-01-30T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:18:29.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddos</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love my kiddos! They really do make life so much more enjoyable! More stressful too, but the rewards are worth it. I sit and I watch them with each other and (most of the time) getting along and taking care of one another. Jaden is such a little man and just loves his sisters! Kyla is a bit on the jealous side but she is soo helpful and so goofy! Then there is Addy and she is just as sweet. She is talking soo much she repeats everything that we say, so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watch the kids with Devan and how much they get along with him and how much he cares for them. Which brings me to his kiddos. Chloe is 8. She is such a love bug. I just love having her here. She is fun to talk to and just fits with my other girls so much. And Aiden, Oh Aiden, What a stud. He is soooo lovable and cuddly. And he LOVE LOVES his daddy. Devan is so great with all the kids and making them all feel special in their own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-1481219077069849808?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1481219077069849808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=1481219077069849808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/1481219077069849808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/1481219077069849808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/01/kiddos.html' title='Kiddos'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-236113064867943679</id><published>2010-01-23T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:39:03.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DVO</title><content type='html'>Wow, where do I start. It's hard to write after I have been crying, which I will get to why soon enough. Those of you that are divorced, single, ever been single will understand this: How many people have tried to set you up on dates. Ugh, Most of them never happen, and the ones that do, are terrible. Absolutely horrific. So when Kelli and Nick Schroeter told me I had to meet Devan, Nicks cousin, I said ok sounds fun. I love to meet new people, but honestly had no high hopes. I had heard it before. And I was enjoying being single. Seriously had a great time finding out who I was and having ME time, Stuff I didn't get when married. So it was Oct 30th at Joe Talbots Bday/Halloween party and they said we need to hook you guys up. The following Sunday, Devan added me on the infamous facebook! Telling Kelli that I looked familiar, so I emailed him and told him I knew his ex from Jr High and that I would see them at Tball games that their daughter and my son both played in. That started it, we talked over a couple of emails and then he gave me his number and I texted him on my way to work that following Tuesday. And from that moment I felt something. The texts were so easy to write, we had a lot in common he was almost too good to be true, but he was true. The following weekend, me and the girls got the Swine Flu..icky sticky. But Sunday evening he came over just to meet me. It was seriously instant. From the moment he walked up the driveway through the back gate my heart was melting.&lt;br /&gt;     We talked for an hour or so and then we saw each other every day that week and I think there may have been one day where we didn't see each other, until he left for Boston, for business. I fell in love with him faster that I had planned. Remember I liked being single, I was happy, having a good time, but I could not let him get away. He was the whole package. Everything any girl could want.  He has 2 great kids who I love and I think they love me back, And my kids really like him and he treats them so great. Kyla has been sketchy but I think I have figured out why, again thanks to Devan telling me what he saw on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;    We spent Thanksgiving together, Christmas and New Years. Everything was flawless. It was so easy to be with him, he mixed so well with my family. We even drug him Black Friday shopping. We are almost to our 3 month mark and we just had our first argument. Mainly cause I am insecure and jealous. but I am working on that, I am consciencly going to make sure I am not saying things that I know have no grounds, I am gonna put my trust in God that he has brought me a man that is trustworthy, who loves me more than I have EVER been loved. He actually shows me that he loves me. By his actions, the way he treats me, looks at me. I hated this weekend fighting with him. But we are gonna be ok, I am gonna make sure I get better and show him that I love him just as much as he loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-236113064867943679?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/236113064867943679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=236113064867943679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/236113064867943679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/236113064867943679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/01/dvo.html' title='DVO'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-1245273387680161896</id><published>2010-01-23T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:21:20.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Me</title><content type='html'>Wow.. Really it has been since my soul searching trip in June that i have posted? Ok, too much has happened to update on all of it! So here it is in Readers Digest version. While in Az, I got on my knees and made my decision. Asking God what I should do and then making my choice and having God walk through it with me by my side. Wow, Can we say a sense of peace immediately followed. Not to say I wasn't hurting anymore, or that I was healed, Hell no. More like ready to move forward with my life. I was ok to be single, I deserved better and if that meant I did everything for myself than so be it! ;)   So in July I filed for divorce. Can we say ick to the process. It would have taken longer if igorant parties hadn't been involved, but oh well, By 12/11/09 I was a divorcee! (not something I wish upon anyone, and not something I am proud of by any means) But when you have been so deeply hurt and you have emotional wounds that may never heal, then divorce was the best thing that could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;  So then there were a few guys I dated here and there, One was engaged..LOSER... What is with men.. So yes that was my first experience with dating again, Way to go Brooke, blah.. Then I had a few total losers, some that turned out to be great friends. And some that just won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;   Christmas was hard but I had great people around me to keep me positive. Like the new beau.. Oh yeah there is a man in my life, but he is on the next post, Yes he gets a whole post to himself!&lt;br /&gt;2010 is my year. 2o09 was the worst year of my life, but it led me to an amazing man, making it the best year! Plus I have grown closer to my sister and brothers and my PIC Aimee, Love that girl!!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-1245273387680161896?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1245273387680161896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=1245273387680161896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/1245273387680161896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/1245273387680161896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-on-me.html' title='Update on Me'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-3465557092546176505</id><published>2009-06-06T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:37:29.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip for the soul!</title><content type='html'>Well we just arrived at our destination in Tucson Az, to see my mom, my brother and his cute lil family. Can we just say it was so nice to just drive and get away. The kids were kids.. what do you expect. They wanted to know 32 times from Sandy to Kanab if we were in Az yet.. Little did they understand.. once in Az we still had a long way to go. But we are here.. We stopped in Flagstaff and after calling 8 hotels we called one who still didnt have vacancy but gave us one that did and we got their last room. Oh and the last 2 hotels we called.. Were the only ones who had friendly employees.. We know where we will stay from now on .. but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to take this next week and pray and study and relax.. As well as have fun. Contemplating my life and what direction it should take. I think I know the majority of where it needs to go and with that I just need to make a plan of action. God be with me and those around me this week as I listen as closely as I can..(with the screaming of children in the foreground) as to what I should do and go frome here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-3465557092546176505?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3465557092546176505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=3465557092546176505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/3465557092546176505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/3465557092546176505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-for-soul.html' title='A trip for the soul!'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-5249659746565101609</id><published>2009-05-25T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:52:33.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>There is a process we all go through in every situation. I have gone through shock.. horror, disbelief... And now.. Anger, bitterness, resentment. Nothing can get us through these emotions as thoroughly as God. He has shown up in every way in my life lately. I may be going through crap, but he has brought me amazing people to not only help me go through this, but for me to help them through similar things. Together and with God we will endure. We have to have perseverence. We have to continue on with God as our only strength. Thank you dear friends who have come from literally nowhere.. Sent only from God to walk through side by side. It is a new day and I can conquer it and move forward with Him. What a blessing to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-5249659746565101609?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5249659746565101609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=5249659746565101609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5249659746565101609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5249659746565101609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-3917100362327491621</id><published>2009-05-13T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:55:36.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth, Animals and Moms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Jaden had his first cavity filled the other day and he was soo nervous. He cried because he didn't know what to expect. And I wasn't sure how he would think that it felt. He hated having his mouth numb. He was soo afraid he would slobber.. It was soo stinkin cute. I just could not stand it. I tried so hard to be supportive and not chuckle, and I managed but barely. Afterwards the dentist said he really did a great job and listened really well to all that he was supposed to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of him ... so cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Sguht0p0JkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XWtBZzyBDSE/s1600-h/Photo_050409_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335535992150697538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Sguht0p0JkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XWtBZzyBDSE/s320/Photo_050409_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SguhtzdxC8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8MoUey2YSPU/s1600-h/Photo_050409_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335535991831727042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SguhtzdxC8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8MoUey2YSPU/s320/Photo_050409_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then last wed. We went to the zoo for Jaden's field trip. One of the buses was late and it took almsot an hour off their time at the zoo. Kind of a bummer. But I took Kyla and Addy and we had a great time. Kyla loves giraffes.. It is so funny.. I never liked them but she LOVES them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SgukGXnoRKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Df6ngfwg1dc/s1600-h/kylazoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335538612876887202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SgukGXnoRKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Df6ngfwg1dc/s320/kylazoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then finally.. Moms Day. Even though it was a tough day for me not having Chris around. And itbeing the day after our anniversary. I did ok. It was so great to be with my sister all weekend and just be. She is totally spoiling me and I love her for it.. (well I love her either way, but she is being so amazing through all my problems.) My kids were great on Mothers day I got great little home made gifts.. which are by far my favorite thing to get. I totally love being a mom. There is no greater blessing in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-3917100362327491621?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3917100362327491621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=3917100362327491621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/3917100362327491621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/3917100362327491621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/teeth-animals-and-moms.html' title='Teeth, Animals and Moms!'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Sguht0p0JkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XWtBZzyBDSE/s72-c/Photo_050409_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-7573596037479232723</id><published>2009-05-13T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:38:55.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids....</title><content type='html'>You know I hate hate hate to have to share the kids. It is soo hard. Trying to figure out when I get them and when he gets them and what Holidays we both want. It sucks.. Flat out sucks. Part of me wants to say NO you did this to us, why should you get the kids. But then part of me says that they need to see him and it is so important for him to be in their lives. I could never keep them from him. But the angry side of me wants to. But I think that with all the arrangements that we are working out it will help me to heal a deep deep wound. It will help me see that if I have to, I can do it on my own. I am a strong individual and with God by my side I know that I can do anything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-7573596037479232723?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7573596037479232723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=7573596037479232723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7573596037479232723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7573596037479232723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids.html' title='The kids....'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-6252586651099154944</id><published>2009-05-03T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:46:59.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess reality has sunk in. I have been excluded from the first event of many I am sure.. Which is only to be expected when we have so many of the same friends. But it doesn't make it hurt any less. So I will be celebrating my anniversary with my kids. Maybe I can take them to a movie and spend some time loving on them. It is however mothers day weekend and I love being their mom. They are the things that keep me going. They are so happy and so loving. Right now they are making cards for their dad and my dear friend Gwen. They are so creative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addy is still not crawling..(which is fine by me) But she does the cutest dang thing with her tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Sf5hmVErYZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/li9g59F6Xcs/s1600-h/Photo_043009_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806319972934034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Sf5hmVErYZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/li9g59F6Xcs/s320/Photo_043009_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was her waiting for mommy and crew to load boxes at Ikea and she was looking in the mirror watching herself stick out her tongue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I planted flowers and that made me feel better to have some color in my yard. Now I just need to get my sprinklers fixed so I can water them and do some more. Chris got some free sod today so he is helping a little fix up the house. So that it has some curb appeal when we sell it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Sf5isIGVAMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nENrZvdkrlU/s1600-h/Photo_050109_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331807519081038018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Sf5isIGVAMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nENrZvdkrlU/s320/Photo_050109_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't much but it is amazing how much better I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are on week 3. I was looking at pictures tonight of my brothers wedding and all I can think of is that we were happy then. Nothing had happened, I still had my life. Now things just seem sooo messed up. Can you tell since I seem to be jumping from topic to topic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-6252586651099154944?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6252586651099154944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=6252586651099154944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6252586651099154944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6252586651099154944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-realization.html' title='First Realization'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Sf5hmVErYZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/li9g59F6Xcs/s72-c/Photo_043009_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-4982885804466957052</id><published>2009-04-26T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:21:11.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a week. My heart is no better but I can control things a little better. I am trying mostly to keep myself in my home and not across the street strangling someone. When is it ok to be a little immature? I am sleeping ok.. but this is what my bed looks like before I get in it...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SfUVyicBakI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OqHqBjJhBic/s1600-h/Photo_042109_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329189692044831298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SfUVyicBakI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OqHqBjJhBic/s320/Photo_042109_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes there are 2 children and about 15 stuffed animals. So that is how I have been sleeping. I have had one night alone and that is only because I didn't put them to bed.. It just seems to be easier for them to be in my bed and easier for me to put them there and not be alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw her today and my heart ached and I will be honest I yelled and asked if she was proud of her self.. but then I got all shakey and weak and had to come inside. Now I am having a glass of wine to calm me. This royally sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on better notes,.. Addy got up on her hands and knees yesterday for the first time. She is so chubby that she is almost 9 months old and not crawling. Love it. Well time is here again to try and get the kids in their beds, we will see if it happens or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-4982885804466957052?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4982885804466957052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=4982885804466957052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4982885804466957052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4982885804466957052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/week.html' title='A week'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SfUVyicBakI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OqHqBjJhBic/s72-c/Photo_042109_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-2942076711850235250</id><published>2009-04-21T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:52:45.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Happy to Devastated in one week.</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how fast things can change. You have all seen it happen. Even if only in Allstate commercials.. one second you have a car.. the next a tree is on it. One second you have a happy family the next you are broken and unhappy. Easter Sunday.. Happy Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Se6ThAWV82I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xooyroqCSek/s1600-h/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327357604464554850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Se6ThAWV82I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xooyroqCSek/s320/fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday later.. Devastation takes its place. And when they say you have a broken heart and it is a heartache.. It truely hurts. It is spiritual pain, Emotional pain and shockingly enough physical pain. I hurt all over. Whether it is just the sickness in my belly, head pain from crying or just achy from the hurt. Even my heart physically hurts. I have always HATED lying. I hate being lied to.. I hate lying to people.. I am terrible at it.. absolutely terrible.. But being decieved by the man you love is nothing short of painful. How do you let it keep happening? There HAS got to be a line somewhere. I think I have found that line of NO MORE. Of moving on.. It hurts to say it and worse to think it.. but I believe God is telling me that I deserve better and to be with someone who gives me as much as I give them. Maybe this is what it will take for him to get it. To really understand the healing power of God of how to accept him into his heart so that changes can take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to thank the ones who have already been there for me and my kids. And the ones I know once they know will pop up to help to.. Even in the form of prayer. I know this sounds weird, but I thank especially those that can help him get better from the sickness inside. The ones who can stay neutral and love us both as we work out our lives separately. When you don't have anyone it sucks. I went a long time with no one by my side that could lift me up rather than drag me down. I went a long time worrying about everyone but myself and I lost my one true love. But when a bond is broken over and over the bond grows weak and it hurts so much worse reopening the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know if I am making any sense but here it is.. These are my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-2942076711850235250?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2942076711850235250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=2942076711850235250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/2942076711850235250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/2942076711850235250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-happy-to-devastated-in-one-week.html' title='From Happy to Devastated in one week.'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/Se6ThAWV82I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xooyroqCSek/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-7915155343982387896</id><published>2009-04-06T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:35:17.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SdrXr1FPS6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/GjquyPQ65yo/s1600-h/IMG_1471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321803057675062178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SdrXr1FPS6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/GjquyPQ65yo/s320/IMG_1471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it has been months since I have updated my blog so I feel it is time.. If I ever get consistent you will know that my life has some organization.. but since that will never happen.. don't hold your breath!! haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With 3 kids a part time job a house to de-junk and the sun coming out.. I am not gonna be home any more than I am. And since this is the last thing I think about (even after facebook) then it won't get updated too often.. Unless I make an alarm on my calendar to remind me to do this periodically.. that may help.. but anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Friday is coming up this weekend and I am teaching the kids about Christ's sacrifice for us and how he gave his life for us.. It is so innocent the things they say. Kyla tonight was saying her pledge of allegiance and she knows some of the signs for it and was doing those.. then she said we say the pledge to the flag for Jesus. They are just so innocent it is fun to hear them learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SdrXrgMe3YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/53CgTDDMHiU/s1600-h/Photo_040309_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321803052068298114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SdrXrgMe3YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/53CgTDDMHiU/s320/Photo_040309_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Jaden is loved by all the girls (boys too) but he seems to have girls chasing him all over. He said the other day.. that all the girls love him and have crushes on him.. BUT he only has eyes for little Madison S. He bought her a little valentine puppy and gave it to her.. And she supposedly was going to go break up with her boyfriend. Cause even though she PROMISED him she would marry him.. She likes Jaden better.. hehe.. young love is too fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SdrXsNyTmsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OV_cmCXFXbs/s1600-h/IMG_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321803064306539202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SdrXsNyTmsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OV_cmCXFXbs/s320/IMG_1460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addy on the other hand is just a bundle of love. She is soooo GOOD. Seriously.. She just sits and laughs and plays and chats. She is not crawling.. she is 8 months old today. She can get around but rolling and turning but no crawling yet. She is not too sure about baby food either. She likes Carrots, sweet potatoes, and squash.. so I am trying to think of table food she can eat.. but man I am scared to give her anything.. She still has squishy cheeks and rolls all over her body. She is always smiling and giggling and is everyones delight!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SdrXrbgIInI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2sUG9nlWJNg/s1600-h/Photo_022709_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321803050808517234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SdrXrbgIInI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2sUG9nlWJNg/s320/Photo_022709_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-7915155343982387896?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7915155343982387896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=7915155343982387896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7915155343982387896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7915155343982387896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SdrXr1FPS6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/GjquyPQ65yo/s72-c/IMG_1471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-6693614978155085494</id><published>2008-12-14T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:43:06.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times can you see Santa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is there a rule on how many times you can go see Santa, whether at the mall or elsewhere.. Does it give the kids a bad view of Christmas? We saw Santa down at a fundraiser but Kyla was in one of her moods...And she wanted nothing to do with him. So we got this picture!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SUXDrERhP9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zndg-zZqKMY/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279841282810789842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SUXDrERhP9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zndg-zZqKMY/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we then went to the mall today and she wanted to go see him again and promised to smile this time around. But Santa was going to dinner so we missed him. But we told them we would go back and take their picture again with Santa since she was too shy this night to tell him what she wanted. So I guess in certain circumstances you can see him more than once... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-6693614978155085494?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6693614978155085494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=6693614978155085494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6693614978155085494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6693614978155085494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-times-can-you-see-santa.html' title='How many times can you see Santa?'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SUXDrERhP9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zndg-zZqKMY/s72-c/IMG_1786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-7980151561735469561</id><published>2008-12-07T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:20:28.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So big so fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Addy is just growing like a weed. She is almost rolling over.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/STxnKPh7b5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Teuv42MgUP0/s1600-h/IMG_0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277206289036570514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/STxnKPh7b5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Teuv42MgUP0/s320/IMG_0963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She tries sooo hard and then stops..sighs... and lays sprawled out on the floor.. temporarily giving up. She is also doing her daily crunches.. and trying to sit up. I just can't believe how fast they grow and change. The kids.. still love her to pieces and help me as much as they can. Jaden is obsessed with the Utah Jazz and Kyle Korver..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/STxnI3ZxdbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2e4Do8EDSu4/s1600-h/IMG_0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277206265380042162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/STxnI3ZxdbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2e4Do8EDSu4/s320/IMG_0916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is pretty cute. He thinks he is pretty cool getting to see and talk to Kyle at church now and then. He is going to school and has his best friend Jaxon who is the shortest kids in the class where Jaden is the tallest!! And then there is Kyla.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/STxnJly_F9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/h5nrscmnEhs/s1600-h/IMG_0924.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277206277833824210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/STxnJly_F9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/h5nrscmnEhs/s320/IMG_0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO loves her Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Roestenburg and wants to spend the night there all the time. She is mommy's little diva. And loves to wear dresses all the time. She comes to work with me on some days and is such a little helper.. They are soo excited for Christmas and had soo much fun decorating the tree that is now FULL of ornaments!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/STxnKAp2jfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OPNPgfdxfVc/s1600-h/IMG_0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277206285043273202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/STxnKAp2jfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OPNPgfdxfVc/s320/IMG_0971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And did I mention Addy has found her hands? I try and take pictures and all she wants to do is look at how cool her hands are!! Very funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-7980151561735469561?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7980151561735469561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=7980151561735469561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7980151561735469561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7980151561735469561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-big-so-fast.html' title='So big so fast'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/STxnKPh7b5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Teuv42MgUP0/s72-c/IMG_0963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-5024928117507568543</id><published>2008-11-27T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:24:12.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>So as we get into this Holiday season it is time to be thankful for the things we have. (now I am not thankful I was without a computer for almost 2 weeks..but) I am thankful that we bought the warranty that covers EVERYTHING... So now I have a brand new screen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard something that I thought was interesting and that is if you live a Thankful life including keeping a thankful journal everyday stating what you are thankful for that you will be healthier, your cholesterol levels will be lower, your stress levels will be on the decline and you will be overall happier... I know somedays my list is smaller than others.. Than on the days you can't think of anything look back and you will be able to... We have so much to be thankful for. For starters.. I have 3 beautiful children.. I am thankful for a home, thankful for my dog.. even though she usually drives me crazy she is a GREAT alarm system for anyone that is close to my house. I am thankful for my extended Family that I can turn to during troubled times.. for a shoulder to cry on or for a place to get away from the stress of homelife. So remember in the bad times, you can be thankful for something as little as clean running water.. There are so many people that don't have that priviledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful for my friends. I have some great friends who are like family to me and I know they love me and my family the same way. So on this rainy Thanksgiving day remember  be thankful and you will not only live longer.. you will live happier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy THANKsgiving!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-5024928117507568543?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5024928117507568543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=5024928117507568543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5024928117507568543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/5024928117507568543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-6724520718839982315</id><published>2008-10-26T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:17:50.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween has Begun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQfiuekwM3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/800cpPx7hhw/s1600-h/hallow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262423977714791282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQfiuekwM3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/800cpPx7hhw/s320/hallow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sean, Jaden, Tierra, Addy and Kyla..(or Skeleton, Ninja, Black Fairy, Ladybug and Hannah Montana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do love Halloween.. It is so fun to dress up and just be silly. To be a kid again I just love it. .plus any excuse to have fun and party I am there..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQfiuD5FRrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BNPFg3GCMN0/s1600-h/ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262423970552301234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQfiuD5FRrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BNPFg3GCMN0/s320/ninja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This weekend we went to a carnival.. (a little hectic I won't lie) then we went to our good friends 30th bday party and Halloween party. Now I do have to say this is the FIRST year I have not decorated AT ALL for Halloween. I am a little bummed about it. It was just too hectic this year to pull it off. But I got to dress up at least once and that in and of itself made Halloween fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQfiuHsSdnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvEORrSdD9U/s1600-h/raggedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262423971572381298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQfiuHsSdnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvEORrSdD9U/s320/raggedy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQfjqvETxWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D1rqtCVBZM8/s1600-h/daddytrainer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262425012934264162" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQfjqvETxWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D1rqtCVBZM8/s320/daddytrainer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom as Raggedy Ann.... Dad as a personal trainer... And Joe as the Burger King!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-6724520718839982315?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6724520718839982315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=6724520718839982315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6724520718839982315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6724520718839982315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-has-begun.html' title='Halloween has Begun!!!'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQfiuekwM3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/800cpPx7hhw/s72-c/hallow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-8472415135208715235</id><published>2008-10-26T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:37:58.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up too fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes time is about here...Addy will be 3 months shortly.. I can not believe it. Time just flies by. She is so smiley and such a good mellow baby.. and with my hectic life that is what I needed to not be committed to the psych ward.. Here is an updated picture. With an elephant from Grandma Mikey and sean made with love at Build a Bear.. Or as my kids say build an elephant...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQTw8GZG5uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AJPqyXZEAjc/s1600-h/addysmiles.jpg"&gt;                    &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261595179974321890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQTw8GZG5uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AJPqyXZEAjc/s320/addysmiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-8472415135208715235?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8472415135208715235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=8472415135208715235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/8472415135208715235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/8472415135208715235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/growing-up-too-fast.html' title='Growing up too fast'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQTw8GZG5uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AJPqyXZEAjc/s72-c/addysmiles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-7393598941217679519</id><published>2008-10-24T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:49:19.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIttle girls and dressing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I love that when little girls get together to play they almost ALWAYS dress up. I had a friends girls and they all dressed up in the cutest little dress ups&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQHc7o-1PpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t0qwX5hPNQY/s1600-h/princessgirls.jpg"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260728756916797074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQHc7o-1PpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t0qwX5hPNQY/s320/princessgirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                         &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; than I had another friends little girl and her and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kyla dressed up. I love it..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQHc7OHIPKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QQuco5pr0jc/s1600-h/miakylaprincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260728749703838882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQHc7OHIPKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QQuco5pr0jc/s320/miakylaprincess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I guess this is what I have to look forward to with Kyla and Addy when addy gets to walking age.. lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-7393598941217679519?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7393598941217679519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=7393598941217679519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7393598941217679519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/7393598941217679519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-girls-and-dressing-up.html' title='LIttle girls and dressing up'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SQHc7o-1PpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t0qwX5hPNQY/s72-c/princessgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-4818742220194159073</id><published>2008-10-15T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:31:13.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up too young</title><content type='html'>Why is it when teenagers decide they want to be adults, they jump in and get pregnant. What a joke. We took this troubled girl and we loved her and we tried to help her and nothing worked. She is now pregnant and getting married to a 23 year old MAN.. The whole thing in my mind is sick. It is her parents way of not taking responsibility for her. That is why she ended up here in the first place. Then we find out information and I decided after all we have been through to share this information with this man and I get yelled at by my father in law and told to apoloize. Maybe the bigger thing to do is apologize, but when I believe the information, there is no reason to apologize. Especially with all we have been through and the things that have damaged my family. It is sad that people have to take sides with a liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-4818742220194159073?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4818742220194159073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=4818742220194159073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4818742220194159073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4818742220194159073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/growing-up-too-young.html' title='Growing up too young'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-3100391758961763508</id><published>2008-09-07T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:23:05.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Requested!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SMS2Egh1GwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AZo6gmCYMi4/s1600-h/addyay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243516054733658882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SMS2Egh1GwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AZo6gmCYMi4/s320/addyay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok here are some updated pics of Addy.. She is so sweet. She sleeps about 3 hours.. Yes that is all the sleep I get.. I am a little sleep deprived but I still LOVE having her here. The kids still love her and want to hold her and get in her face. Daddy loves her as well.. He gets up with her sometimes in the morning and lets me sleep a little. Not much but some!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SMS2EWB9P4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0KPHutf3GXk/s1600-h/addyout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243516051915620226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SMS2EWB9P4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0KPHutf3GXk/s320/addyout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is asleep.. more like passed out on Grammy's lap.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SMS2Er1qhBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/loxli2qTL9o/s1600-h/4generations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243516057769640978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SMS2Er1qhBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/loxli2qTL9o/s320/4generations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 sets of 3 Generations... Kyla, Mommy, Addy and Grammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SMS2Eptqe6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ci-cYzK9QPA/s1600-h/GrammynAddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243516057199213474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SMS2Eptqe6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ci-cYzK9QPA/s320/GrammynAddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here she is asleep in Grammy's arms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there.. my 3rd child does get some pics taken. I had some done professionally at target and when I get those I will try and post them.. they are to die for!! Way Way cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-3100391758961763508?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3100391758961763508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=3100391758961763508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/3100391758961763508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/3100391758961763508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-requested.html' title='As Requested!'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SMS2Egh1GwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AZo6gmCYMi4/s72-c/addyay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-6667073328348396563</id><published>2008-09-03T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:22:32.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SL8a6UUjUII/AAAAAAAAAEA/IbFSRfimFXE/s1600-h/cooljman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241938080472191106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SL8a6UUjUII/AAAAAAAAAEA/IbFSRfimFXE/s320/cooljman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the day is here.. Our baby boy has officially started kindergarten. The start of elementary, a stepping stone in the growing up phases.. He was sooooo stinkin excited. He sat for 20 minutes asking if we could go yet. Chris and I took him to school, when the bell rang they lined up against the wall, there were some kids crying, some looking a bit nervous, and some without a care in the world. They were all so cute!! Then in he went. And a shocker.. I didn't cry.. I think I would have if Chris was not there.. but I made it through... YAY MOM!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SL8Z48V_-DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/osUT-RepktM/s1600-h/Jadennclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241936957344315442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SL8Z48V_-DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/osUT-RepktM/s320/Jadennclass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Look how much bigger he is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got home.. Oh we was soo happy and loving his class, they played bingo, and made a spiderweb, had a snack and played at recess. He made a friend, Jaxon and is soo excited to go back tomorrow and EVERYDAY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SL8b2EyJtmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IjvVCNYM_sM/s1600-h/jnk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241939107093526114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SL8b2EyJtmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IjvVCNYM_sM/s320/jnk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-6667073328348396563?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6667073328348396563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=6667073328348396563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6667073328348396563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/6667073328348396563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/09/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SL8a6UUjUII/AAAAAAAAAEA/IbFSRfimFXE/s72-c/cooljman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-490915787755040969</id><published>2008-08-20T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:21:35.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed with great friends</title><content type='html'>I just want to quikly say that God has truly blessed me with some amazing friends and people in my life. After having a baby I have had meals brought to me without hesitation. Can I tell you how nice it is not to have to worry about dinner.. especially with having been sick and so tired. I feel I can not catch up on sleep therefore the cold is lasting longer than wanted.. (as if any cold is ever wanted) But not only the dinners.. the phone calls and the gifts and emails. I thank God everyday for putting me around GREAT and I mean GREAT people. So an informal thank you to all those whom I love and love me back for being so amazing so loving and so thoughtful. I do hope that someday I will be able to repay you all for your kindness!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-490915787755040969?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/490915787755040969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=490915787755040969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/490915787755040969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/490915787755040969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/08/blessed-with-great-friends.html' title='Blessed with great friends'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-1344743939810076920</id><published>2008-08-19T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:24:02.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally gone...</title><content type='html'>Well as of Sunday the jaundice is gone. Or at least going down. I have never seen so many different opinions that caused me to go slightly insane.. How can the same numbers in her results have different opinions in what to do?? So anyway... no more pricking the foot and I have transferred all my kids medical records to a different office.  A new Dr that will hopefully result in better more consistent care of my babies.. Addy's first appt is tomorrow!!! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-1344743939810076920?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1344743939810076920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=1344743939810076920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/1344743939810076920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/1344743939810076920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-gone.html' title='Finally gone...'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-2881800831085536218</id><published>2008-08-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:26:40.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaundice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As some of you may know Addy has had Jaundice since she was in the hospital.. Her levels were a 12.5. She was in the special lights all day Friday at the hospital and the evening she came home as well as all night and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning. Then I was told to take her off, but get her checked again in the morning. So.. I went in Sunday morning and again they poked my baby's foot and I called the on call Dr to check the results, He calls me and says he can't check them now he is doing rounds... My first thought was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; then call me later when you do have time.. Don't call me and say I can't check them, just call me when you do.. Well I get a call later saying they were back up to a 12.6.. BUT don't put her back on lights? What? So I have 2 Dr's telling me different things..Can we say frustrated with this Dr's office.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;.. So I take her in YET AGAIN to get her poor little foot poked and the little angel barely even woke up.. she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good.. (and the ladies in the lab all love her now..) And yet again I call and tell the Dr's office to check the results and I get a call saying she had gone up to a 16.. A what?? So I start bawling and that is when I called my mom.. (which as she says.. I should have done in the first place.. she was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;peds&lt;/span&gt; nurse for how many years??) She was great.. she totally calmed me and told me some things to do and I did them..(yes I do listen to my mother now and then) So I took her back and today her numbers are down, back to a 12.6... So she is in the lights until tonight.. which is good. cause I can't do another night like last night.. I think I got about 3 hours of sleep.. ugh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKrmFjEL3TI/AAAAAAAAADw/A6J3HBLsOoo/s1600-h/00210011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236250499758153010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKrmFjEL3TI/AAAAAAAAADw/A6J3HBLsOoo/s320/00210011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Addy in her bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-2881800831085536218?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2881800831085536218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=2881800831085536218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/2881800831085536218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/2881800831085536218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/08/jaundice.html' title='Jaundice....'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKrmFjEL3TI/AAAAAAAAADw/A6J3HBLsOoo/s72-c/00210011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-771684294383079997</id><published>2008-08-11T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:35:04.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKD1ohFrWWI/AAAAAAAAADY/0mh3Qq1L-NE/s1600-h/IMG_2832res%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233452843430271330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKD1ohFrWWI/AAAAAAAAADY/0mh3Qq1L-NE/s320/IMG_2832res%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aug 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008.. We went into the hospital at 7:30... At about 8:00 they started the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amnio&lt;/span&gt; test. It didn't necessarily hurt, but he had to do it twice and with a need poking out of your tummy and a baby laying on your nerve I got really nauseous and light headed.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ick&lt;/span&gt;.. I hate that feeling, however nothing is compared to the pubic bone pain that I have been dealing with. Well we waited til 10 am.. and the results came back positive!! So at that point the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;, tried to break my water but I was so hurt and freakishly went back to the pain I felt when they broke my water with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaden&lt;/span&gt;, (after 12 hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;un-medicated&lt;/span&gt; labor .. OUCH) So he barely nicked it and I sat and waited to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pitocin&lt;/span&gt; started. At about 11 they started the pit, and on came the contractions, they we really tolerable, and as soon as they started getting harder, I asked for an epidural and at 12:30 or so they gave me one.. I was smooth sailing from there.. or so I thought. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; had checked me and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to a 2 and 60%.. not much at all... so they upped the pit and at 3:3o I was a 3+ and only about 80%. Chris was getting antsy, he thought we would be in and out in about an hour and half or so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;... So he was frustrated, which made me frustrated, and I was trying to be positive, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hard. Then about 4:15 I told Chris to go get food and come back. At that time I sent out a little text to a few people to say a prayer cause the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; was concerned that the contractions were not doing anything and mentioned that a C section could happen with a 3rd.. He said it was rare.. but it could happen and we would see what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;catheter&lt;/span&gt; said. So they place a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;catheter&lt;/span&gt; up against the baby to measure the strength of the contractions and I had to stay above a 200.. I started out at 211.. then 239... sounded good.. but then it was 189.. and I was distraught.. Chris was not back yet and I sat in silence in my room and prayed. I asked God to remind my body what it was made for..I asked God to help my baby come out safely. It was amazing in a text that my sister read it and headed out to me.. I wanted my mom.. I needed her comfort and my sister read into that.. So at 5:30 the nurse came in ( The best labor nurse ever) and she was gonna wait til 6 to check me but then decided she would check to just see.. she started and said "wow she has really dropped.. then her expression went.. oh wait she has really dropped oh and you are a 9!!!! I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; ecstatic.. I had a few friends praying for me as well as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;step mom&lt;/span&gt; and kids had said a prayer. So I called Chris and he was home.. watching TV!! :) But also getting ready to leave in about 5 minutes.. So I said to him" I am a 9 and we are pushing soon.. so he dropped what he was doing and headed up.. as soon as he got there so did my sister.. It was a relief to just see her.. It was as close to my mom as I was gonna get.. since she is miles and miles away in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Az&lt;/span&gt;. So my sis left just before 6 to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;costco&lt;/span&gt; and said she would come back when we were done and had the baby.. I started pushing and at the second one.. half way through I was told to stop.. cause she was right there and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; was not.. Well he got there about 2 contractions later (that I had to not push when that is all I wanted to do.. ) And I pushed through 2 contractions and wham.. at 6:17 pm our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Addyson&lt;/span&gt; was born. She was beautiful.. 6lbs and 15 oz 19 1/2 inches long. And a head of dark hair.. What a day but we made it through.. Happy and healthy.. Here are some added pics of her.. She looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much like her big sister.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKD1zL1CEdI/AAAAAAAAADg/4OVNwHffKaw/s1600-h/IMG_2837res%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453026701873618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKD1zL1CEdI/AAAAAAAAADg/4OVNwHffKaw/s320/IMG_2837res%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKD1-0EmXdI/AAAAAAAAADo/VlOQc_Hql4U/s1600-h/IMG_2842res%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453226483146194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKD1-0EmXdI/AAAAAAAAADo/VlOQc_Hql4U/s320/IMG_2842res%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-771684294383079997?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/771684294383079997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=771684294383079997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/771684294383079997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/771684294383079997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/08/labor.html' title='Labor...'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SKD1ohFrWWI/AAAAAAAAADY/0mh3Qq1L-NE/s72-c/IMG_2832res%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-182148441160011237</id><published>2008-08-04T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:20:11.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>Wow... so I guess I had it way to easy with my other kids in pregnancy. I made it to my due date or at least 5 days before and now I can barely make it 2 weeks.. and even now I am miserable. My feet hurt, my bones hurt, my hands and feet are swollen. My pubic bone hurts and hips.. Ok Enough complaining. I know that supposedly it is easier to carry around a baby now then it will be after I have her.. but I think I am ready. Or at least as ready as I can be. And what better blessing is it to see your kids sooo happy about a new baby in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to be able to move that I can deal with the sleepless nights and the crying baby, just to be able to bend over and paint my toenails!! haha! Well 2 more days.. Please keep us in your prayers. We will let you all know when we know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-182148441160011237?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/182148441160011237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=182148441160011237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/182148441160011237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/182148441160011237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/08/pregnancy.html' title='Pregnancy'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-2926334448343510174</id><published>2008-07-09T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:17:28.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Year old perspective...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTxgjki1MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WwqsWLIfEFM/s1600-h/IMG_9315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221063409635873986" style="CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTxgjki1MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WwqsWLIfEFM/s320/IMG_9315.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTwo_J-j6I/AAAAAAAAADA/3lpKBqrP1iA/s1600-h/IMG_9318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221062454967963554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTwo_J-j6I/AAAAAAAAADA/3lpKBqrP1iA/s320/IMG_9318.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTwo_J-j6I/AAAAAAAAADA/3lpKBqrP1iA/s1600-h/IMG_9318.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTw9w2MHXI/AAAAAAAAADI/CpyU0pbgPkA/s1600-h/IMG_9317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221062811904122226" style="CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTw9w2MHXI/AAAAAAAAADI/CpyU0pbgPkA/s320/IMG_9317.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTvyuYbJ4I/AAAAAAAAACo/IzqgXW7IiLw/s1600-h/IMG_9281.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I found while downloading some pictures. Kyla had taken my camera and snapped some photos. This is how a four year old sees the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Than this is what happens when she likes to see pictures of herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTtyduLHSI/AAAAAAAAACI/k170p_N0XcU/s1600-h/IMG_9283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221059319256784162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTtyduLHSI/AAAAAAAAACI/k170p_N0XcU/s320/IMG_9283.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTt9eIab9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/HPpRDDC3_x8/s1600-h/IMG_9281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221059508345401298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="173" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTt9eIab9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/HPpRDDC3_x8/s320/IMG_9281.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTv_6E44XI/AAAAAAAAACw/ITZLHNM3rzU/s1600-h/IMG_9284.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221062126332496786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTwV25LS5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/f08F22XPG1A/s320/IMG_9284.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small things that entertain little children. It blows my mind the amount of money we pay for toys or movies or things.. and just give them a box or a roll of paper. They could be entertained for hours.. And what has happened to imagination. I tell you what.. my kids have not lost it.. but so many kids have and it saddens me.. That is how great minds are challenged. I will forever and ever encourage my kids to use their imagination and they can be ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-2926334448343510174?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2926334448343510174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=2926334448343510174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/2926334448343510174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/2926334448343510174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-year-old-perspective.html' title='4 Year old perspective...'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHTxgjki1MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WwqsWLIfEFM/s72-c/IMG_9315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-4030117045996364793</id><published>2008-07-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:48:48.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHLvaqfH6vI/AAAAAAAAABI/kxN2WmryOwY/s1600-h/IMG_9406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220498159436294898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHLvaqfH6vI/AAAAAAAAABI/kxN2WmryOwY/s320/IMG_9406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, is all I can say. Went down to Yuba lake for the fourth and will NEVER go back.. The wind down there is awful. It was windy ALL weekend, and when I say windy.. I mean close to sandstorm windy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAKING SMORES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention all the things that went wrong.. First our friends Rory and Cristina's boat decided to break down, so my dad's boat that we had towed them to Eagleview camp site. Thursday was actually an ok day, if it had stayed like that it would have been perfect. (but it didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then our air mattress... the one way I can camp at 8 1/2 months preggo, had a hole in it and it didn't stay pumped up, the first night I woke up VERY sore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Friday we got some tubing in and some, but no wakeboarding. That night we went to heat up dinner and we forgot the attachment for the stove.. and then we tried our friends stove and it was too windy. SO we ate cold hotdogs, fruit and veggies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220498383956647474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHLvnu48njI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cMLXpqoazC4/s320/IMG_9381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                 2 AMIGOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then decided if Saturday was that windy we were leaving.. for one we had to figure out how to put a dead boat on a trailer. So Saturday started out breezy, we stayed then when it was too late for us to say lets go.. the wind started up.. and for hours is blew, we stayed enclosed under our friends biminy while the kids watched movies, and played a little bit in the water. That same day their tent zipper broke, so the sand in their tent was almost more than the sand out of their tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all in all.. we survived, we had a great trip with great friends and we won't ever forget it. And believe it or not.. I complained less than my hubby. We all made the best out of a raunchy situation. The kids had fun, we had fun, and we learned that we will never go back.. Out of the 5 trips we have been to Yuba,... 2 have been clear with no wind.. So we will try a new lake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHLv8zn3SLI/AAAAAAAAABY/PcvdU33rSXk/s1600-h/IMG_9407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220498746004424882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHLv8zn3SLI/AAAAAAAAABY/PcvdU33rSXk/s320/IMG_9407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHLwToFUUMI/AAAAAAAAABo/EsahNRXZQ0Q/s1600-h/IMG_9417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220499138043728066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHLwToFUUMI/AAAAAAAAABo/EsahNRXZQ0Q/s320/IMG_9417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes this is what I went with.. Isn't she a hottie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is also one of the greatest women I know, very strong and so amazing!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is me.. assembling Smores at 34 weeks preggo.. and cute sassy Cristina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-4030117045996364793?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4030117045996364793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=4030117045996364793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4030117045996364793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/4030117045996364793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/07/yuba.html' title='Yuba!'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8t_-lzCiPvQ/SHLvaqfH6vI/AAAAAAAAABI/kxN2WmryOwY/s72-c/IMG_9406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-621714545361712224</id><published>2008-01-29T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:25:50.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the tiredness</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow is 11 weeks. And oh am I ever tired.. I get home and I just want to sleep. so I sit and play on the computer.. When my laundry sits in piles all over the house. The kids run wild. The house stays dusty.. when does it end.. oh wait I am having my third child I am sure I will be tired for the next 18 years PLUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other notes.. it is snowing AGAIN.. we got 7 inches yesterday and we are supposed to get MORE tonight and tomorrow.. Guess I will be staying in as much as possible!!! Snow Snow go away.. come back NEVER!!!! ok next winter would be ok!! I am ready for this snowy winter to be over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-621714545361712224?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/621714545361712224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=621714545361712224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/621714545361712224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/621714545361712224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-tiredness.html' title='Oh the tiredness'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-63355371319521094</id><published>2008-01-13T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:59:52.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...a day of rest..hahahaha</title><content type='html'>Just when you think you can rest, Sunday seems to be one of the busiest days ever. After attending church, and serving at church then you come home only to leave again and visit family.. WOW.. But the kids just love to see their aunts and uncles, and grandparents.. Yet mommy is nauseous another day.. I guess I will keep downing the water and peeing 3 times an hour!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-63355371319521094?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/63355371319521094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=63355371319521094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/63355371319521094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/63355371319521094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/01/sundaya-day-of-resthahahaha.html' title='Sunday...a day of rest..hahahaha'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695702553751065778.post-3895619680242149020</id><published>2008-01-12T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:47:34.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of rememberance</title><content type='html'>Well a sad day to start posting. A friend and Neighbor Chad was killed today in a car accident while serving an LDS mission in Africa. I didn't know him all that well. We had talked a little when I did attend the LDS church. We have hung out with his mom and step dad a little more. It is so sad when things like this happen. He was such a neat kid. He built cars and loved his family. He has a little 13 year old brother who looked up to him. He got a long great with others.. Even his outgoing, drinking, nascar loving family. They were so different from him in that way but so much the same in the way the love others. Extra prayers are going out to him and his family tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695702553751065778-3895619680242149020?l=brookesbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3895619680242149020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695702553751065778&amp;postID=3895619680242149020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/3895619680242149020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695702553751065778/posts/default/3895619680242149020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesbabble.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-of-rememberance.html' title='A day of rememberance'/><author><name>Brooke Blahg Blahg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913924075902182330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
